Chapter 2

Flashback

"I still don't understand about this one."

 "Just now I've explained, how can I repeat it again?"

 "Yes! Repeat again Ga." said Shavira enthusiastically.

Raga squinted at Shavira. "Are you on purpose?"

Shavira felt that now he had been caught. She squeezed her hands nervously. The quiet classroom atmosphere is also a scary atmosphere for Shavira. "No ... no!  What are you doing on purpose? "

"Deliberately buying time." Guess what.".

"Err.. what do you do, it's less work."

"Okay then, let's go now." Raga stood up and embraced her bag. Then he reached out with one hand so Shavira reached out to help Shavira up.

"Raga, I don't understand this one yet." Shavira pointed to the problem in front of him while looking at Raga with a sullen face.

"We'll be late Sha."

"If I don't go to class later, what do I do? Soon the physical exam."

Raga shook her head. "After that we continue to study, okay?" Raga pulled Shavira's arms up from her chair this time.

"Ragaaa ... I don't want to." Whining Shavira whose arm is still being pulled by Raga. "I'm afraid of getting injections." Said Shavira finally.

Raga stopped tugging at Shavira's arm and laughed. "I knew it." Raga then squatted beside Shavira's chair.  “Then, why did you insist on joining blood donations yesterday too?  Hmmm?"

Shavira lowered his head. "After all, you followed too."

Raga nodded and ruffled Shavira's hair. "Euhh. Then just accompany me. " Raga stood up and stretched out his hand again.

Shavira smiles.  "Agree!"  he said then reached for Raga's hand.

They also left the classroom and headed to the PMI secretariat in their high school. Many greeted them, be it friends of Raga or friends of Shavira.  Many think that Raga and Shavira's relationship is more than friends. But in fact they are wrong, their relationship is just friends, nothing more.

But actually, Shavira realized that he really had more feelings for Raga. He just needed to wait for the right time to express these feelings to Raga.

"Do you know? You don't actually qualify for blood donation." Raga stopped her steps at the door of the PMI secretariat so that Shavira also had to stop walking.

"Why?" asked Shavira curiously."

"You don't weigh enough Sha." Raga smiles.

Another case with Shavira who immediately hit Raga's arm. "Raga!  Then why didn't you tell me from yesterday? You use the call and chat program to tell me prepare myself a donor. "

Raga laughed receiving a hit on his arm. "Make it scare you."

"You're really bad. I had difficulty sleeping last night because of thinking about the blood donation." Shavira was annoyed, not playing. How last night he really had a hard time falling asleep just thinking of the syringe going right through his skin.

"Okay. I'm sorry, seriously. " Raga holds Shavira's hand. "Once again, I'm sorry Sha."

Shavira smiles. Raga is able to make his mood change drastically like this.  "I'm sorry, but there are conditions."

Seeing Shavira smiling, Raga smiled too. "What?"

"Coming home from here, you have to buy me a meal.  How? "

"Almost every day too, I always treat."

"Yes, just leave it. Anyway, today treat me a special meal."

"OK agree!  You do have to eat a lot, so that your weight can meet the requirements for donors. Right? "  Raga smiled mischievously.

"Oh, what a shame. I'm the type of girl who eats a lot but is hard to get fat, how about that?" Now Shavira prided herself.

"Yes I know. You're a little girl who's annoying sometimes." Raga laughed and walked into the PMI secretariat leaving Shavira with a sullen face.

"Raga!" annoyed, then followed Raga in.

 ***

Since earlier, Shavira rummaged through his room looking for something. Starting from study tables, mattresses, dressers and even bookshelves. But nothing, the thing he was looking for had not yet been found.

Sighing, Shavira opened the bedroom door. "Maaa, see my bracelet or not?"

"Which bracelet?" Said Mama Shavira from the kitchen.

Shavira decided to come down to meet her mother. "That's the bracelet that I often wear." Said Shavira when he reached his mother's side.

"Oh, that one?"

Shavira nodded.

Mama Shavira walked to the refrigerator and reached for something from up there. "This one?"

Shavira smiled, then went to her mother to take the bracelet. "Yes, this one. How come it's there anyway? "

Shavira was relieved when she found the bracelet in her hand now. The bracelet is a gift and the last memory from Raga on her birthday.

Mama Shavira shook her head then returned to the stove to continue cooking. "Didn't you keep the bracelet up there yourself?"

"I?" Shavira pointed at himself. Then, as if he remembered something, he patted his forehead. "Yeah yeah, when I was washing the dishes, I took off the bracelet myself." Shavira grinned.

"So, remember beforehand, where did you store something. So you don't have to bother later. "

"Yes, ma. Mama, what are you cooking? " Shavira came closer, then peeked at the stove ..

“Oh this, mom is cooking chicken opor. This afternoon mom met Raga, kept remembering that she likes mama's homemade chicken opor. So yes, this, will you bring it? "

Shavira smiled, she couldn't possibly forget how Raga really liked her mother's homemade chicken opor. In fact, Raga used to often go to her house to eat chicken opor.

"Yes, Shavira will bring it later."

“Since Germany, Raga has never been here again, as long as I remember.  Even then, if you only meet in front of the house. Are you guys still going on together? "

"Maybe I haven't had time to play it, mom knows for myself, I just forgot the same time because of the pile up of tasks. Later, when things are like before, I'm sure he'll come here often again. Mama will also be overwhelmed because she continues to be billed by her. "

"Oh, I see? You also don't think too much about assignments.Remember, you guys have a limit. Every now and then you tell the lecturer for refreshing."

Shavira grabbed her mother's shoulders and kissed her right cheek.  "Yes ma, really nag."

"This is called mom worried.  Moreover, recently every night you've only slept at two or three o'clock. "

"Yes, that's the risk of college kids.  Besides, it's already semester 6, so it's only natural for the assignments to mount."

"Whatever, the most important thing is that your health comes first.  Understand?"

Shavira laughs. "Yes Mam!" he raised his right hand to his head in a sign of respect.

Mama Shavira laughed too. "Errr.  The chicken opor is ready, take the container on top of Sha's cupboard. "

"Okay ma."

 ***

Looking up at the house in front of him, Shavira sighed. This is not Shavira's first time visiting here, but the fear of rejection makes him anxious. Shavira looked back to see the house.

Well, Shavira and Raga are neighbors.  In the past, Shavira used to set foot in this house a lot. But now, it's not anymore. When he found out that Raga had returned from Germany, Shavira was so enthusiastic. Without thinking twice he came straight here.

But the longing that should be he expressed, became a disappointment for him. Raga ignored him, as if they were meeting for the first time. At first Shavira thought that maybe it could happen, because they only met after almost 3 years.

So Shavira often visited at that time to make the awkward line between them disappear. But Raga's statement made Shavira's heart hurt and disappointed.

"Sha! Stop haunting you like this. Stop coming here. We need to live our own lives. Let's just say we never existed before. "

Now, Shavira is determined to make their relationship what it used to be.  Not only that, he also really wanted to know why Raga could act like that to him. Shavira wiped her tears when she remembered this. So with a strong impulse from within, Shavira smiled.

With a determined motion, he pushed against the fence of the house in front of him.  Step by step, until finally he arrived at the main door of this house.  Before knocking, he first let out a sigh.

Knock, knock.

 "Assalamualaikum."

 "Waalaikum salam."

It didn't take long for the sound of a lock to open from the inside and the door shifted to reveal the face of Bi Kinar's middle age.

"Eh, Shavira."  His face looks young when he smiles. Bi Kinar is like a mother to Raga, and Shavira also respects her a lot. "Get in."

"No need to, this just wants to carry this." Shavira lifted the basket she was carrying.

Bi Kinar smiled and then took the basket. "Wow, is this chicken opor?" Bi Kinar sniffed the strong smell which made Shavira laugh.

"Yes bi."

"For sure, this is definitely for Raga."

"Make aunt too."

"Too bad Raga just came out, he said that night just came home."

"Oh I see, Bi." Shavira was curious about where Raga had gone.

"Its okay, aunty  will heal it again when Raga is home. Shavira also rarely comes to visit. Come often, after all, you just have to cross the street. "

"Yes, not what, Shavira has many tasks from campus., So yes, rarely have free time. " Shavira didn't lie about that.

 "Yes, yes."

 "Then Shavira says goodbye, okay?"  Shavira kisses Bi Kinar's hand.

 "Yes, be careful."

Shavira nodded, then left Bi Kinar who was still standing in the doorway