A Piece of the Past In White Grey
Farewell
"Loh Tasha, aren't you ready? Don't you want to see your upperclassman farewell?" The sound that echoed in the room that morning made Tasha look at a glance and then re-hugged the pillow.
The girl who was lying on the bed seemed indifferent to the presence of the mother. He doesn't even seem excited at all. Lying in a room is better than having to go to school to meet the person he hates so much.
Lucky he is not one generation with Raga, at least Tasha should be able to forget everything about what they have been through. However, Tasha was now reminded of her questionable future.
"How will I get married? Is there a man who would accept my shortcomings?" he murmured in his heart regardless of the existence of the mother.
"What the hell is that? How do you dream?" The mama was worried to see the child who never replicated his question.
Tasha looked over and shook her head. "Tasha is still sleepy, Mah." he replied and the middle-aged woman who was none other than Mama Tasha chose to leave the child's room.
After making sure the mother left, Tasha just moved up and sat on the side of the bed. His mind was full of thoughts that had not been lost for a few days. The more he thought about everything. Regret and fear continue to haunt Tasha.
He hugged both of his legs crying in silence. Tasha was really scared this time, although no one knew why the fear was getting real. His heart said something big would happen. And it all must be related to his story with Raga.
"What should I do?" she cried without daring to say to anyone.
This time he really needed someone to talk to, but Tasha did not have the courage to tell anyone the truth. Raga is the only hope for him to ask for help. Honey, that guy really can't talk to.
Crying alone in the room, Tasha did not care how lively the event at his school today. Even a lot of women who also stick to Raga looking for the last chance to be close to the male idol of the students at the school.
"Sir Raga, let's pass still remember us-we yeah?" one of the students spoke on the sidelines of Raga smiling with charm.
"If you don't remember how?" chirps Raga responds.
"Well, time doesn't remember? Our style is different in bed, brother." Everyone chuckles as well as Raga.
High School farewell event at that time went smoothly without any obstacles. Raga and friends did not go home immediately after celebrating at school. They turned to one of the cafes where they used to spend their time.
A few bottles of drink have already been ordered for all of them. Even some women were present there as a complement to their excitement. Raga of course holds two girls who are dressed in high school but different from them.
"Guys, tomorrow I have to leave for Germany. So please help information if there's anything in school for his follow-up files? I'm afraid I'm not busy." Raga starts a conversation with her friend who is busy roaring the bodies of their respective girls.
Their association was already like a very mature person even though they were still in white-gray uniforms. "Faith, bro." said Raga's friend Firdan.
