THE FIRST DAY

"Kyyyaaaa...Ouchhh!! Mother!" shrieked Ayraa as Nikita pulled her blanket by force.

"Wake up!! today is your first lecture, don't be spoiled and naughty anymore." said Nikita still fighting over the blanket with her daughter Ayraa who was only a puppet.

"Mother's eight o'clock class...it's still morning." complained Ayraa, still covering her eyes with a pillow.

"Fajr prayer Ayraa, you're late dear" Nikita returned to take the pillow that covered Ayraa's face.

With a little laziness Ayraa woke up from her sleep with her eyes slightly closed, Ayraa stumbled halfway to the bathroom.

Nikita sighed seeing Ayraa's attitude which was completely unscrupulous.

As a girl, Ayraa's tomboyish attitude is in contrast to Chello's, who is calmer, similar to Raka's personality.

Meanwhile, Ayraa with her tomboyish attitude, who knows who.

By rubbing Nikita's chest out of the room Ayraa stepped into the kitchen to prepare her husband and Ayraa's breakfast.

In the kitchen, Nikita was a little busy because her maid had returned home for two days.

Nikita prepared a breakfast of Bagas' favorite tamarind vegetables and some of Ayraa's favorite salmon and egg omelettes.

The final few touches are done , Nikita felt the warm embrace of Bagas who was right behind her by sinking his head on her back.

"My wife's cooking smells good, makes my stomach feel hungry." said Bagas still indulgently, kissing Nikita's neck.

"Iiisshh amused dear." Nikita tilted her neck to avoid kissing Bagas's lips.

"Good tingling...hm." Bagas's hoarse voice teased Nikita even more, who had just turned off the stove.

Nikita turned and looked softly into her husband's eyes.

"Don't tease me anymore while I'm cooking, or...." Nikita said reminding Bagas.

"Or what?" asked Bagas with his voice that sighed even more in Nikita's ear.

"Ehhhhh...Ayraa? come here baby!" said Nikita, staring at the stairs.

Spontaneously Bagas turned around and looked in the direction Nikita saw.

When Bagas turned around, Nikita quickly dodged and ran up the stairs and into her room.

Bagas smiled mischievously.

"In the kitchen you can escape, try this time! can you escape." Bagas definitely followed Nikita who was in the room.

Ayraa comes out of her room, was surprised when he saw his father walked a little hastily into his room without looking at her.

Ayraa shook her head, really his father and mother never receded his romance, both of them are very caring and equally romantic, never once did Ayraa see the tears on her mother's face, or seeing the anger on his father's face.

For Ayraa her family was perfect, like the Chello family it's perfect.

"CHELLO"

Remembering Chello, Ayraa forgot that today she promised to go to college together on her first day of entry.

"Drrrrt.. Drrrrt.. Drrrrt"

Ayraa's cell phone rings, and Ayraa knows for sure that it was Chello who called him.

Ayraa picked it up quickly.

"Ay....I'm out now. Come out quickly." said Chello.

"Yap...Wait a minute, Chell. I'll be out soon." Ayraa said turning off the call, while drinking milk and finished it until it was gone.

Ayraa lifted her head towards her mother's father's room.

"Father...mother...Ayraa go first, Assalamualaikum." Ayraa shouted from below, then hurried to meet the waiting Chello.

Chello smiled on his motorbike to see Ayraa jogging toward him. Ayraa's long black hair swayed in the morning breeze.

"Hi Chell." Ayraa said with a smile on her thin red lips.

Chello smiled as he smoothed Ayraa's hair which slightly covered her eyes.

"If you ride a motorbike, you should tie your hair." said Chello attentively.

Ayraa pursed her lips.

"No need Chell." Ayraa said, fixing her hair.

Without replying to Ayraa's words, Chello puts helmet on Ayraa's head.

"Aaauhhh sick!...slow a little why?" grinned Ayraa with a grimace.

Chello chuckled, indeed Chell deliberately pressed the helmet on Ayraa's head a little hard.

Chello really likes to see Ayraa's angry or frowning face is very beautiful and funny.

After the helmet is installed correctly, Ayraa got on the bike behind Chello.

"Hold my waist tight Ay, later you fall if you don't hold on." said Chello again.

"Yes yes... very fussy." Ayraa said pinching Chello's waist irritably, then hugged Chello's waist tightly.

Chello's lips smiled triumphantly. Her heart was flowery, because today and the days that followed her waist would not escape from Ayraa's embrace.

With a little pressing on the gas, Chello's motorbike goes fast, immediately Ayraa hugged Chello's waist even more.

Arrived on campus, Ayraa and Chello stepped hand in hand towards her class.

Ayraa and Chello both took different majors, but Chello sometimes joins Ayraa's class.

"Ay...said Ryan, today the lecturer has not entered, what are our plans now?" Chello asked Ayraa who was joking with her male friends.

"Let's just look at motor racing, Chell... now Mahesa and the others have gathered, to discuss where we are going." Ayraa replied.

Chello actually doesn't like it, if Ayraa has to be involved with motorbike kids.

But because she is already in love and wants to take care of Ayraa, Chello always accompanies Ayraa wherever she goes.

"Oke Ay...but don't be too long?" said Chello staring at Ayraa who laughed jokingly with Mahesa.

Ayraa met Chello's gaze and gave him a thumbs up.

With the ride on Chello's motorbike, Ayraa and her five friends marched to the motorbike racing circuit.

There were waiting for some of his opponents who had challenged him.

"Ay...indeed you really like motorbike racing?" asked Chello.

"Love it...especially with people who participate in motorbike racing, I can fall in love easily." Ayraa replied diplomatically.

"Hem, do you like Mahesa?" Chello asked carefully.

"What! question is not clear, Mahesa already has a girlfriend." Ayraa explained.

"Ay, Eng...if I participate in motor racing, will you like me?" asked Chello again innocently.

"Nooooo...do not, you cannot participate in motorbike racing." Ayraa said quickly.

"then, if I can't participate in motor racing, when can you like me?" Chello asked, even stranger.

"You are so weird Chell,...if I don't like you, how can we play together? come out together, watch it together. Stop Chell, don't talk anymore, the point is you cannot participate in motorbike racing!" Ayraa said with a little annoyance.

"The reason is that I can't race motorbikes?" asked Chello again curiously.

"You want? Momy and Dady you cry when something happens to you?" Ayraa asked seriously.

"How about you?" Chello asked seriously.

"Iiishh!! what are you talking about? I am dizzy." Ayraa said annoyed with Chello's question that kept turning.

"Come on, let's sit at the very front." invite Ayraa to take Chello's wrist. Chello obeyed when Ayraa took him to sit in the front seat.

Ayraa and Chello immediately took their seats. The two of them sit side by side. While eating popcorn, Ayraa's gaze could not be separated from the ongoing arena. Many times Ayraa had to stand up and shout to encourage her friends who were in the middle of the circuit arena.

Another with Chello, his view could not be separated from Ayraa. Seeing Ayraa's behavior, Chello could only shake his head in disbelief at what he saw.

"Uuuhhhh this girl! her face looks sweet and gentle. but his attitude was like a tough stud. The more brutal his attitude is, every day You tomboyish girl! when pregnant with Ayraa, what did her mother crave? until her mother's character contradicts Ayraa's." Chello muttered to himself, occasionally took a deep breath.

"Chell...Chello, are you daydreaming? Let us go home." Ayraa said breaking Chello's thoughts about her.

But Chello only shrugged his shoulders, then stood up following Ayraa who first went ahead of him.

Outside the circuit, Ayraa saw an ice cream shop. Ayraa's thirst invites him to buy immediately.

"Chell...buy ice cream?" Ayraa said a little sulking, tugging Chello's hand.

"Order first ...I want to take the motorbike first." said Chello as he took his wallet and gave it to Ayraa.

Ayraa who already brought Chello's wallet, immediately headed to the ice cream shop. Ayraa ordered one vanilla ice cream, her favorite, and one avocado ice cream, which she likes Chello.

At the time Ayraa will sit in a rather quiet place to enjoy her ice cream. There is a boy who looks like a thug who teases Ayraa by taking her ice cream and licking it without asking.

Ayraa's emotions rose, see the behavior of that man who is not polite.

"Hi...you insolent boy, have no manners!" Ayraa shouted, grabbing her ice cream and throwing it at the thug's face.

The thug's face was red with anger, with the attitude of Ayraa who had dared to throw ice cream in his face.

The thug's hands clenched into fists, then pulled Ayraa's arm roughly.

"Hi!!..you little girl how dare you fight me? don't you know who i am?" threatens the thug still with his grip on Ayraa's arm.

"Why not hahh!! you are not polite to take my ice cream! and I'm not afraid of you at all! at least you are the trash of society here." Ayraa replied with bulging eyes in return for the thug's grim gaze.

"You! you must be taught a lesson." growled the thug still grabbing Ayraa's arm and pulling into his arms.

Ayraa struggled by kicking her legs at the thug's feet.

Ayraa's body writhed in rebellion, but her strength was not strong enough to remove the thug's hold.

The goon brought his face closer to Ayraa's, Ayraa's heart shrank in fear. Ayraa kept her face away as the goon's face got closer, with her eyes closed, Ayraa screamed hysterically.

"Please!! please help meee!! Ayraa shouted loudly as she spread her gaze for help.