The Time Will Arrive
Chapter 2 the fight

falling in love is troublesome and painful.I know it through the curses of classmates, who a moment ago laughed happily because of his love in Accepted by the man of his id, then it turned into a cry as if hurt by the same person.

I knew it from the gaze of the female disciples who followed every step and gesture of arga, only to be heartbroken because their declaration of love was unrequited.

I also recognized him from the lethargic tone of my best friend, who told me that Kak Nov still harbors feelings for his ex-girlfriend, who now has a new lover.

all about love is complicated and painful.No relationship lasts forever. One Day, the bond that is praised as sacred and beautiful will eventually be severed, either by fate, or the actions of one of the two people involved in it.

I'm not cynical, I've only seen the evidence too often.

the sound of the door slamming was heard, momentarily shaking the door of the bathroom where I was. The sound was followed by a clap of the familiar, yes it was the sound of papa.

'' why do you never stop complaining about the little things? Supposedly, you're glad I come home every night, because every time we meet, all we do is fight. I'm tired!"

Geez, this again.I close my ears with both hands. that passed through my mind only one, Fortunately for tonight my sister, Nadia stayed at my grandmother's house.

even though my ears were tightly closed, the dings of the household furniture that followed the shrillness of the voice remained audible.This time, I heard the cry of my mother quite clearly.

'' you were never home! Actually, what do you think of this place as? The hotel?!'' reply mama did not lose hard.

'' you don't carelessly talk!''

'' The truth is, right? you just came home to sleep! Who cleans the house, cooks, takes care of the children?''

'' where do you think the money for you to spend comes from? would you rather I be unemployed at home?''

'' it's better than disappearing somewhere, then leaving the kids without your attention''.

The mouth lasted for a few minutes. It seems like my parents forgot that their eldest daughter was at home, listening to every word of their quarrel, just like I had done for so many years.

Then, for a moment everything was quiet.

The silence did not last long. The screams sounded again, now more fierce more painful than before. I don't like hearing it.

I held my breath, then drowned myself in a bath full of water, letting the sounds twist into meaningless babbles.

leaving my mind empty and my own tears mingled with the water.

no matter how much I like this calmness, I hate to admit the fact that I like it because it's the only thing that's capable of blending out the voices I don't want to hear.

sometimes drowning is the only thing that can save me.

the voice grew increasingly inaudible, and went back into silence.

I got out of the water, walked to my room.

I walked out of the room to get to Arga's house.

arga was watching a program about marine mammal life when I walked into her room.

he didn't take his eyes off the television screen, just moved to leave room for me to sit down. I joined him, for a moment watching How whales breed.

if you have to make a list of the most calming places in the world, the house of Arga is the only one. maybe this is closely related to the fact that since childhood I spent so much time here.

climbing a mango tree in the back of his house, soiling and hating each other means water in the rubber pool his mother put there, or sitting for hours in his room, cool to play PlayStation.

Actually, we used to play at my house a lot. However, as soon as I entered 5th grade Elementary, I started spending more time at her house, and created many excuses regarding my own place.

just like that, the price agreed without much questioning.just like today, he knew clearly Why.

without saying a word or asking, he handed me a bag of potato chips with my favorite flavor, then let me finish it.

'' grandmother''s house''

''oh.''

as soon as the television program After, the price moved from the seat and grabbed a jacket from the top of the bed.

'' find the wind, yuk.?''

said it.

wind search is the code we pray to circle the Housing Complex in an old car belonging to Arga that was gifted by his parents for his 17th birthday.

the dilapidated car that my best friend drives every day to school. Compared to the row of luxury vehicles owned by other school friends, the price actually thinks that his is the coolest.

the body of the car is painted black, with a print of the number 7 on the right side, and a lucky number as well as a price back number at the swimming club.

the bumper looks like it will be crushed to the touch, the dashboard is full of statues that move their heads when shaken, and the stereo device only works when hit hard.

only the leather seats are still smooth.the price does not allow just anyone to ride, so I know that being able to inhabit the passenger seat is a privilege.

after several attempts to start the engine without success, finally the car was successfully turned on. the price rewinded carefully, then installed a signal to turn right.

Since we have been through it dozens, and hundreds of times. ever since getting the Driving Permit, the price often drives this car with me next door, circling the neighborhood where he lives, he said, past my house then out and across the school area.

we never missed Farhan in a snack shop around the corner before the red light, bought a favorite snack, then shared it During the trip. For hours, this is what we did driving with the windows wide open, enjoy the Night Breeze that pushes warm on our skin.

it was a calming darkness. Sometimes, we don't even talk at all. Like now, Arga doesn't have to ask what's wrong.

he didn't ask what he could do to make everything okay, didn't try to make jokes for me to smile.he was just next to me, driving quietly and occasionally sticking his hands out to smoke into the bag of chips that was on my lap.

for that alone I am grateful to have a friend like Arga.

we knew each other in the SD class, ever since I beat him in a running race during gym class.even though he was the most relaxed person I ever knew, Arga didn't like it, actually, he said, I think that's what brought Me and Him closer together.

we were both very competitive, from that day on, we made everything a game.

Who runs faster, who scores the highest end of the semester, Who spends the fastest one portion of the stick.Healthy competition that sometimes turns crazy, we call it.

one of those lightning competitions was the origin of his nickname, all from the rubber pool filled with chocolate milk at his 9th birthday party.

Arga is his real name, and that call is suklat.

at that time, Aunt Riska, Arga's mother, bought him a duck-shaped rubber pool, yellow in color, with a special pump that made him look like a giant duck monster when filled with wind.

The plan was to fill it with water and throw the greatest swimming party in the history of birthday parties ever.

after he finished pumping his new pond, Arka turned to me and his gaze could be seen looking nosy no stranger.

''Tina, if we fill this pool using something other than ordinary water how?''

Huh huh? I can only wait for confusion.

''soda syrup or something sweet.

m... what is it? as suddenly as he got a brilliant idea, he exclaimed, milk chocolate!

" chocolate milk? I was skeptical at the time, sure?

- seriate