Oh My Fak Girl's
Episode 66

Raka drove his car at high speed. Sometimes he overtakes the vehicle in front of him and returns to the left lane. The glint of car lights twitching each other broke the increasingly dark night.

Since leaving the mall, there have been no talks between the two. Raka is busy focusing on the streets and Reva is busy with the uncomfortable feeling that comes suddenly because Raka silences her.

Raka looked cold on Reva as usual and the silence of Raka this time made the feathers of Reva bristled. It was as if he was punishing Reva by saying nothing.

"Haiiissshhh use sein dong ******!" raka exclaimed as a car overtook him and suddenly cut off his path. He honked his horn several times but the car drove faster making Raka even more upset.

It felt like Reva was riding a roller coaster this time, exhaling her rough breath and for a moment it caught Raka's attention to turn her head. Raka grabbed Reva's right hand and grasped it tightly without speaking. His gaze again looked at the streets that were bounded by white lines running around the wheels of a fast-moving car.

Reva smiled faintly, she realized Raka was angry but in her anger she was still paying attention even with just a rough gasp of breath from Reva's mouth.

Reva does not recognize the road that Raka goes through. He saw the shops and houses that were lined up felt foreign to him.

“Mas, this is the wrong way yes..The way to my hostel feels gag there are nice houses gini..” asked Reva who dyed himself.

Raka did not answer, after passing through a large baligo, Raka turned her wheel to turn on a road that Reva believed was the direction to Raka's apartment. Raka parked her car in the parking lot.

“Mas even here anyway? This is already malem..” grumbled Reva while glancing at his watch that has shown at 9 pm.

“Where are you going home?”

Raka unbuckles her seat belt and does the same to Reva, causing her to step back for a moment avoiding Raka's approaching body suddenly.

“Ya to kost-an is. Emang where else.” Ketus.

Raka did not heed Reva's vexation. He immediately came down and opened the door for Reva. Although upset, Reva complies and comes down.

“Mas raka someone left behind in the apartment?” this time Reva tried to guess. Usually Raka just stopped by to pick up the things that were left behind.

“Hem...” only that Raka's authenticity. He grabs Reva's hand and takes her to the elevator.

In the elevator, they didn't talk. From the reflection of the elevator wall Reva could see the serious and cold face of Raka who was looking at the square object in her hand. While the other hand still did not let go of Reva's hand. Finally Reva chose to lean on the elevator wall. He looked at the reflection of Raka's face which still looks handsome even though cold and serious.

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“Ding!” elevator doors open.

They had reached the floor where Raka's apartment was located. Raka pressed her room passcode and the door opened.

Reva can smell Raka perfume that feels soft and fills the room. All neatly arranged as well as Raka who is perfectionis.

“I take a shower first, you wait for a moment yes..” Said Raka who then left Reva who was still paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Reva just nodded, he looked at every detail of Raka's apartment that he had just realized at this time.  Everything was ground, calm and stiff. Like the person who owns it. On top of the small closet there is a pot of dried baby breath flowers neatly arranged. Makes her look so pretty. On it is a painting of two children, a boy and a girl. The girl smiled adorablely, making Reva smile while next to her the boy who was looking at her with a cold face. Guess it was little Raka who was still cold to this day.

Reva opened the small desk drawer. There was a painting book that caught Reva's attention. When Reva opened the cover, the first page she saw was a painting of the face of the girl in front of her. The various expressions depicted in the book made Reva feel amazed.

“Re...” a voice breaks Reva's daydream.

Reva immediately hid the book behind her body. However, he had been presumptuous to see and open the book without permission.

Raka was already standing at the mouth of her room. With a towel he used to dry his hair. While the other towel coiled on his plate covered the lower part of his body and the chest of his field was exposed just like that.

“Gosh! Why gag wear clothes first!” exclaimed Reva while covering her face with the book she was holding.

“From yesterday I asked you to take a pajama towel in the closet but you gag denger. Tau-taunya even more daydreaming.” The real Timpal Raka never once called out to Reva.

“Masa sih mas. My feelings gag daydream.” And the one who was lied to believe just like that made Raka want to laugh seeing her confused face. Raka walked over to Reva making the girl inching.

“Tau nih, this ear what hooks the gag denger talk me.” Kilah Raka while gently rubbing Reva's ears, making her hair bristling instantly. Reva wriggled amusedly he immediately brushed off the hand of Raka who was in a sense of disturbing him. “What do you see, so serious?” Raka looked at the book that was in Reva's grasp.

“No, this is a book of paintings mas raka huh? I was found in the drawer.” Reva opened the first page of her book.

Raka just nodded with a curved line on her lips. The painting book in Reva's hands was still well preserved. The book he brought from LA and often he gambari while remembering Lana who missed him.

“This is mas raka's sister?” Reva looks so curious.

Raka did not answer, she just smiled. His attention was now on the painting in front of him. He looked at the girl who was smiling.

“She gag is just a sister, but she is also the spirit of our family life. Candanya, her laughter, her whining and everything about her gag nothing ever disappeared from the memory of me and my parents.” Raka paused her sentence and turned to look at Reva. His hands raised gently rubbed Reva's head. “If you used to be all your strength to forget all the bad memories you have ever experienced, I am as strong as possible to keep no memories of anything I can forget about him. Because all that remains of a separation, is only a memory of whether it is bad or good but we can keep living by remembering everything.” Bright Raka with full of seriousness.

Reva looked at Raka's eyes which were now glazed over. It seemed like there was such a deep wound that he could never forget. Yes reminiscing, if Reva had to run away from the memories, then Raka came to make every memory even digging up anything so that he could live with the memories.

Reva looked at Raka with sadness, her chest feeling warm. Every bad memory he tried to forget, slowly surfaced in his mind. The one thing he agreed with Raka said, that he could stand right now for a reason in the past either that he tried to forget or still want to remember.

Reva closed her eyes, letting all the things that came to her mind just appear. As Marini's mother said, let it go, never block it. Reva's head felt dizzy, his memory mixed with erratic, his chest hurt and his legs weak suddenly.

“Brug!” Reva just drooped.

“Re!”

Raka immediately grabbed Reva's body which felt so weak. His face was deathly pale with tears dripping down without him being able to bear. Raka buried Reva's face in the chest of her field, for the time being, eager for Reva to cry. For whatever reason, it's just that he couldn't resist that all this time he looked fine.

This is the other side that Raka now sees from a Reva who looks strong and independent. His shoulders went down in rhythm with Reva's cries. Raka just let it go. He increasingly tightened his embrace trying to flow warmth for Reva who was still raising her tears.

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