RAGS
Raga | 01

"Rara let's get up soon you're late for school" I heard the voice of a man who was very sorry to my subconscious. I pressed the blanket over my body until something very stinging disturbed my sense of smell.

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''Kyaaaa" without another babibu I got up and jumped out of my bed without a care for a middle-aged woman who was cool at laughing at me while raising a cucumber high in her hand.

"Bi Inah ishhh, Rara is afraid of cucumbers but I keep getting bullied anyway" I said to the woman I called 'Bi Inah' earlier.

"Yes end Rara already aunty woke up not waking up. It's been there quickly shower later you enter his school" I also according to his words.

Oh yeah, I haven't properly introduced myself to you guys. Introduce my name Indira Alfiyana or commonly called Rara. My mother is native Javanese even she is still a descendant of the palace of Yogya while my father is a German-Dutch crossbreed, so it is not surprising that I have an oriental face like most mixed Caucasians in Indonesia. By the way I'm so scared of the so-called 'cucumber' that I think it's the weirdest fruit with a very disgusting smell in the world. So please keep the cucumber away from me if you accidentally meet me on the street.

You must be confused as to why the one who woke me up earlier was Bi Inah instead of my mother. The reality is that and it's been happening since I started elementary school. Now my mother is busy taking care of her modeling company in the Netherlands and my father should not be asked it is definitely busy taking care of the construction of her new hospital, my father is a Physician.

It has been my life is not as beautiful as the soap opera drama that is often watched by Bi Inah.

I was done and prepared for breakfast.When I got under my eyes I met a pair of dark beads that were still staring at me at the place where I was sitting.

"It's Long?" ask me after sitting at the dinner table facing him.

There was no answer, just a brief nod of the head that I could catch when I glanced at him.

She is Dirga Pramodya, my best friend since the days of snot. He was like that, always silent and minimal expression, very contrasted with me who was fairly cheerful.

"Don't daydream, misery" right I said, very irritated when he was not asked to pay per word.

After finishing breakfast, we went to school in a black sports car that Dirga brought when picking me up earlier.

Therefore, Dirga became the target of women in school in addition to the reason Dirga's handsome face is also his thick wallet is not a bitch. But none of them got a response from Dirga. Hahaha..I was even in the gosipin dating that ice man who actually made me laugh amusedly if I imagined it.

"Why smile?"

"Can't you? Smile of worship"

"Crazy"

"You're saying I'm crazy?" manyaku.

"No, look!" I followed the eyes of Dirga who saw two women were thrashing on the sidewalk with one young man in between trying to break up. Basic crazy!.

"Hahahaha. Mending who was taken handsome is this whatan hahahaha.." My laughter just took off without realizing that now Dirga's car has entered the school parking area.

"Don't forget to be happy, dear"

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'Well what the fuck, my ears were not wrong Dirga said dear yes?'

Where's Dirga? How's ilang?

And yes! Dirga left me with a stupid expression in the car alone.

"DIRRGAAAAAA!"