RR (RaffaRea) So Long Is It Love?
CHAPTER 8: The Dream of Rea

Unlike most mornings, this morning Rea felt uninspired to go to school. The girl even needed a lot of time to get ready and go to her school.

The girl frowned when she reached class when she saw her three female friends gathered and seemed enthusiastic about opening a magazine book. He decided to approach his three friends who were not even aware of his presence.

"What else are you? Very focused." His head stuck out trying to see what his friends saw.

Cici closed the magazine book and hugged it in the chest as if Rea would snatch it, "Ye... kepo, huh?" he said in a shitty tone to Rea.

Instead of continuing, the girl went to her chair, put down the bag and sat leaning against the table with a lethargic face.

"Ih, Rea's lashing out, tuh." That's Leni's voice.

The three female disciples went to Rea with a little worry.

"You angry, Re?" Cicci is starting to feel guilty.

Rea exhaled heavily, "no."

The three female disciples still could not believe it.

"Iss, Rea's not fun."

"This, deh. I was just kidding." Cici put the magazine in her arms before the girl.

Rea touched the magazine.

"That's a fashion magazine, Re. Open, deh. Must've liked it."

As Sheila said, the girl sat down and picked up the magazine. Touching the cover and momentarily looking at it for a long time in silence. Slowly, he opened it.

Instantly the girl's narrowed eyes sparkled.

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Dreams. You must have a dream to make your future beautiful. However, some of us are not as fast as we thought to find the thing we want to do until the next. That's what is called passion.

For days, it's been a week since Rea locked herself in her room since the incident saw her friend's fashion magazine. No one knows what the girl did, including her own father.

For days also until now Raffa never had a chance to meet his girl friend. At school, the girl was somehow rarely seen in the cafeteria or even in class. At home, the girl always locked herself in her room and clean up her potluck and told Raffa to leave.

Was the girl so mad at him that she ever accidentally kissed him? It was just a quick kiss.

"Arggh, stupid!" Raffa ruffled his hair in frustration. What else does he have to do?

The boy cupped both his cheeks listlessly. Now he was sitting on the porch of his house staring blankly at the streets of the housing complex.

Suddenly his eyes were distracted by a girl who had just walked out of the house at the side. The girl was wearing a white hoodie and black jeans. The girl tied her hair high, not as usual. Raffa was stunned, the girl looked different and.... beautiful?

The girl looked. Instantly make Raffa peck with a strange heartbeat in there. The girl's clean black bead was precisely linked to hers.

The girl smiled. A sweet smile.

Whahuh?

And Raffa too late realized fully when the girl came to him on the porch of his house by hugging a book in the chest. The girl sat next to him quietly. Finally, Raffa. I don't know why I lost all my words. It was as if the words he had wanted to say or had been used to saying when he was with the girl were simply evaporating in the air. All that was left was a gurgle that made Raffa seem to be unwell.

Raffa doesn't even know how to behave.

"Not slept yet?" said the girl mince words and right stared at him.

"Eh?" Raffa was a little jolted, "I-iya, not yet sleepy" he said stuttering and scratching his non-itchy neck.

The girl nodded her head once a sign of understanding then went back to silence but with a smile. Being happy, huh?

"What's wrong? You got some good news, Re?"

Unexpectedly the girl smiled more and more and shifted her seat closer to Raffa. Raffa almost felt his heart was going to come off.

The girl was still smiling and brought her face closer slowly to Raffa's face. Raffa rounded his eyes with a sense of heat that began to creep on both sides of his face.

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The speech was unconsciously heard by the whole class. Mr. Indra, the math teacher who was explaining the lesson also fell silent. The entire class of XII MIPA-1 was compact staring at a boy who was sitting at the very back near the window.

Raffa touched both cheeks that even now still heat up even though he only imagined the incident last night. The man was confused when he realized that now all eyes in his class were on him, even the killer teacher of the century.

Raffa suddenly stiffened, "What's up?"

"Amk!" Mr. Indra berdehem distracts the whole class. "Then, it's your job to take down pages 71-75 on the topic today. And Raffa-" The mid-century man's attention is now entirely on Raffa, "If you don't like my lesson, don't swear at it carelessly." close it and go out leaving the XI class of the flagship High School Bakti Nusantara who immediately cheered boisterously, except Raffa.

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Flashbacks

Rea drew closer to his face which somehow seemed to shine in Raffa's vision.

"Rea." Although it felt strange, Raffa closed his eyes.

Nothing happened. Raffa immediately opened his eyes and found the girl's face was only a few cent away from his face.

"I've met you, Raff."

"Huh?"

"Well, meet." Rea sparkling. The girl opened the book she was carrying. It turns out the sketchbook.

"No!" The girl opened a courtyard and placed it in front of Raffa with a proud smile.

"Bufft! Buahahahaha" Raffa's laughter exploded instantly.

"Raff."

"That's what picture, Re? Ugly very. Buahahaha" Raffa was still laughing until his tears came out. "Like cockroaches. Haha"

Plaque!

The boy instantly fell silent while holding his head. Rea gave his precious head.

"Re-" Raffa did not finish his speech seeing the girl looking at him with a look that was almost crying. In fact, he was the one who wanted to cry rubbing me on the girl.

Rea's sigh wiped away her tears.

"It's a design, Raff. Shirt design. So, what you need to see is the style of the dress is not the person. Yes, my picture is ugly. But you're so mean." said the girl turning her face the other way with a trembling body.

Raffa scratched his non-itchy neck. He feels guilty.

"Sorry, I don't know, Re."

The girl still didn't budge.

"Try here, I see." Raffa took the sketchbook on the girl's lap and went back to look at the design drawings of her best friend.

"Ah, I didn't pay much attention. Nice, really. You have talent in this field."

"Seriously?"

Raffa almost for the second time felt his heart would be dislodged because Rea suddenly turned back to him and looked at him sparkling in a distance too close.

"Yes, seriously. But, there's no need to get this close either." The man pushed Rea's forehead away with his index finger.

Rea grinning the horse.

"Yes, right. Finally, I have a dream."

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