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I closed the book and put a pen on it. I cold my fingers trying to push the corner of my tired eyes.

As time passed, the tension continued to erode. It seems enough to get here that I work on the grid about this SBMPTN test.

Now my view

move to the outside. From inside the little cafe where I live, I can still

see the activities of a few people. Their movements look so

blurred by the droplets of millions of rain falling. Sometimes my eyes can

following the tiny stream that descended slowly by the clumping splashes of rain

in glass.

That's when it sounded

small vibration on the table. I pulled my phone and saw who called.

"Daughter?"

my murmurs mentioned the name on the screen. "Hello, man,

assalamu’alaikum."

["Wa’alaikumsalam.

Gita, where are you?"]

"I'm still at

outside."

["Still in

the job?"]

"Home home, then,

’sih. But I stopped by just waiting for the rain to stop. What's up?"

["I was at

your house, you know?!"] - the Princess' voice sounded annoyed.

"sorry. I suppose

you're not coming."

["You are! Oh

yeah, tomorrow's coming to the reunion, no?"]

"Emm .

go, ’deh."

["’Usahakan’?! Nah! It should come!"]

"Yes-yes."

["Truly ’lho,

huh?!"]

"Yes-yes, yeah,

anomie!"

["Yes already.

Tomorrow I'm going to your house. Let's go for a walk."]

"Walk?"

["Yes. What are you

not learning to continue? Refreshing first ’lah."]

"Hmm ..., okay,

’deh."

["Well, so,

’dong. I'll rest, yeah. Today I am really tired. I miss it too

same room. Aaah doll pillowkuuu~!"]

The noise is like

the collision I could hear after the Princess said so. It looks like he's direct

jump into his bed.

"Geez you here.

Okay, I'm going home, too."

["Be careful, though,

Git. Assalamu’alaikum."]

"Yes.

Wa’alaikumsalam."

That is, I even

smilingly imagining the Princess's behavior before putting my phone back.

Well, now stay

pack it up and put it in a bag, after which go home.

Stay outside, rain

it's been drizzling. City light reflected in the puddles

it is absorbed by raindrops that continue to flow from the edge of the roof. However

nostalgic.

I straighten the collar

my jacket and step towards the parking lot. Just opened the seat

motor, my hand stopped because I realized that I had forgotten to bring a raincoat.

Exasperated by this realization I immediately slammed my bag into the seat and reckless

to keep coming home drizzling. How else, it was my fault

I woke up late this morning.

In the middle of the journey

home, a Eating House is seen in view. The signboard is so

it was bright, and it was as if the warmth of the place was flowing out upon seeing

the inside.

"Oh yes, no

did Grandma ask you to buy me a fried duck?" muttered.

I stopped by right away and

order one serving immediately. After I finish what I need to do, which

all that's left now is to go home.

But that purpose

it disappeared immediately, after I was made silent at the door because I realized

the rain came down hard.

God, I just need

rest up! Can you just give me a little bit of luck for today?! But

come to think of it, what am I complaining about? The rain is getting heavier, so

once again I have to sincerely wait for the rain to subside like in the cafe earlier.

"Oh my goodness, it's raining

again?"

A voice sounded

not far from my place. Looks like a young couple just came out from the inside

This Eating House.

They both dress

PMR uniforms in a school. In each of their hands,

a large red plastic container containing dozens of visible food wrappers

pretty heavy. It looks like they're holding an event and are appointed to

buying food.

"I'm bringing a coat.

You just wear it. The food will be placed in the middle" said the man while

grabbing the big bag the girl was holding.

"Heh?! You'll be later

gonna rain!"

"It's okay, man,

near anyways, ’kok. What matters is that we have to get back. Poor thing

our juniors."

Hear that

dikatakan itu, si gadis pun terpaksa setuju dan menerima mantelnya. Dia

actually also worried, so he continued to look at the man with a face

swish. I could also notice that the man looked a little pale because

tired, but he still thought of others. That's what makes me

smile and remember something.

"The attitude

forcing yourself and sacrificing too much is .. so similar to her,"

muttered.

I looked back

ahead, looking up at the dark sky decorated with millions of grains

transparently. The cold and the rumbling sound of the rain that chime with the wind,

it was as if turning the previous warm nuance into frost.

Until unconsciously

my lips move tiny.

"Reuni later ...

he didn't come, did he?"

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