Childhood Love Story's
A day closer..

When Rangga's motorbike reached the gate of Ara's house. Ara did not get off the bike.

Actually Rangga also did not want to part with the girl, but Rangga was confused to start his words.

Friday'at-jum'at gini invites a date.

" Sister there's an event today..?" Tanya Ara was still sitting behind Rangga.

" Nothing, why..?"

" Want anter Ara no...?"

" Of course you want, Come on.where are you going..?" Rangga with a voice that looks happy, the shoots loved ulampun arrived.

" But we go to the market first..., sure you want..?" Ask Ara not sure.

Rangga nodded his head confidently.

" Okey let's go my sweety we are going to date!!!" Rangga's voice while running his motor.

The clap on Rangga's shoulders made the young man laugh out loud behind his helmet.

At this time a sense of happiness poured into Rangga's heart. Really happy.

Ara is now winding around in a market crowded with humans.

First Ara bought some toys, then some snacks and milk boxes.

Rangga raised all those things with both hands. No feeling tired or burdened, all feels happy to be close to the lover of the heart. Even having to lift a heavier than this even Rangga is willing as long as he is with his love.

The Rangga motorbike now stops at a simple house with a sign that reads. Orphanage "Casablanca ".

Rangga parked his motorbike under a mango tree that looks fruitful and even some have been seen cooking.

" Sister....." Shouts of some children under the age of ten years scatter hugging Ara affectionately.

Ara kissed the children one by one without the slightest disgust, although some children were seen ronges with dried snot marks on his face.

One more side of Ara that makes Rangga increasingly fall in love with him.

A middle-aged woman came over to Ara. Ara immediately greeted the mother of the orphanage Rangga.

The mother of the home and some children who look like they are teenagers take over Ara's luggage which is still lying on the side of the motorbike.

" Mr Li.., let's go in.., and mas.."

" I'm Rangga ma'am..."

" Oh yes Rangga let's go in first..."

Rangga brought a box of milk cardboard, followed the orphanage mother and several teenage children inside.

Ara was serving the children who asked her to carry him outside.

" Sister wants the mango.", exclaimed a child to him, his hand pointed at the mango that looks yellowed right above Ara's head.

" Okay.., ready prince.., "Sweet aya while respecting the little man about four years old.

" Edo get me a basket and put it down here, let's go!!!, we harvest!!!" Ara is enthusiastic

Ara immediately put down her backpack, removed her sweater and pulled her school skirt. What remains is now zebra-patterned trousers that wrap his legs.

Sat sets, sat sets.

Agilely Ara rose to the top of the tall mango tree. His legs look shrewd grabbing one branch at a time to be stepped on.

Rangga who did not find Ara inside the house also came out again to call him.

But instead his eyes caught the cute figure that was now jumping from branch to branch nimbly.

Rangga grabbed his phone and recorded Ara's behavior.

" Surely, this girl.., you are really my squirrel.." she muttered with a fluffy smile.

Rangga immediately put his bag beside Ara's bag, taking off his jacket as well. Rangga shook his head when he saw Ara's sweater and skirt being scattered just like that.

Rangga grabbed the sweater and skirt to fold it and stacked neatly with his jacket.

With a small run Rangga towards the mango tree and hup.

Rangga followed Ara climbing to mamanen mango fruit that has been cooked a lot.

" Yes left brother..."

"The right one..."

" Above the head of the brother too..."

Shouting the boys below made Ara and Rangga excited. They throw each other smiles and sometimes blush.

Rangga tried to get closer to the large branch where Ara was.

They grabbed the mangoes by working with each other. Sometimes the wind blows making them hold hands. And laugh together.

One basket full of mangoes has been obtained, but of course there are still many on the tree.

But time is getting late. Ara sat on a branch while looking at the sun that had moved west.

Ara peels one mango with her teeth. Then eat very well. All the funny movements of Ara never separated from the view of Rangga.

Rangga's smile expands when around Ara comot's lips will be mangoes. The ladder reached for the blue handkerchief and thrust it at Ara.

Ara received with a slight grin making Rangga's laughter crack thunderous.

Anxious, really anxious!. If only it was halal, I uyel-uyel you Ra.batin Rangga.

They're coming down with a drizzle that's also starting to come down. The children of the home ran into the house.

Almost an hour waiting for the drizzle never stop, on the Rangga motorbike there is only one raincoat.

" It looks like the rain this time will last mbak Li..." Mother's speech home.

They are currently sitting on the porch of the house.

Ara holds me a little girl less than a year old.

That little girl played Ara's lips. Sometimes pinched, sometimes pulled, sometimes patted. Makes Rangga sighs uneasily.

When is my ration?

Again, my brain.... Abaghfirullah!!!.

Rangga patted his forehead making Ara immediately turn to him.

"Why...?"

" No papa dear.., just a mosquito..."

" Idih!!!, start to deh.." Ara began to nyolot, because again Rangga called him dear in public places.

Rangga laughed lightly while patting Ara's head slowly. Pukkpuk.

" Come home now, brother..." Ara said as her hand stared at the message from Ardi that mengultimatum Ara should be at home less than an hour from now.

" Is it still raining?" Ask Rangga.

" No papa is more romantic "Say Ara while raising her eyebrows.

Degh!!!

" Akhnah....." Frustrated scream Rangga while his hands seemed to want to squeeze Ara's head.

Furious and anxious to become one....

" I'm sorry this girl really makes me want to." murmured Rangga.

" Want what......?" Sela Ara is suspicious.

" no.., secret..."

" Apaan the secrets of all.., yuk ah kak already somewhat subsided nih..."

The drizzle does not completely subside. There is still a trickle that flushes the city of Jakarta peacefully. Along the way they continued to chat - chatter not clearly discuss what.

For a few minutes, the Rangga motorbike passed through the city park.

While crossing the cafe where they first went together, Rangga smiled and was grateful, that the girl who had been shaking his heart was willing to accept a future offer from him.

Rangga's heart felt warm and shahdu.

Like the lyrics of the song that is sliding from Rangga's lips at this time. Romantic songs by Pink Sweat.

🎶 🎶

Can I call you baby?

Can you be my friend?

Can you be my lover up until the very end?

Let me show you love, and I don't pretend

Stick by my side even when the world is givin'in.

Oh, oh, oh don't

Don't you worry

I'll be there when ever you want me.

I need someone who can love me at my worst.

No, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth.

'Couse it's only you, nobody new, I put you first.

And for you, girl, I swear I'll do the worst.

🎶 🎶

Rangga lived the lyrics for the lyrics of the verse that came out of his lips.

But his heart seemed to jump out when Ara's melodious voice now softly continues his romantic song.

🎶 🎶

If you stay forever, let me hold your hand.

I can fill these places in your heart no else can.

Let me show love and I don't pretend.

I'll be right here, baby, you know I'll sink or swim.

🎶 🎶

They hum together. Rangga can not stem his happiness. Her hand grabbed Ara's hand, bringing her to the front. Grasping that hand tightly, then being frowned at that hand was very long.

Well..Rangga could no longer hold back his taste. Ara's business wants to rage and think about it later, which is clear today he is happy. And just want to express his happiness by tipping Ara's fingers which now held her.

Rangga was determined in his heart after his return from Canada that he should immediately propose to this girl.

From the side of the road, Jessica looked growled furiously, seeing the two of them passing by Rangga who kissed Ara's fingers.