Secret cultists

As usual, after school I spent time talking with Laila on the porch. Laila is
my cousin who lives under the same roof with me. We are both very familiar
beyond the two sidekicks. Laila has always been faithful to listen to all my babble.
In fact, I am a fussy child, you know. Usually, I'm a story about Harry Potter.
Understandably, I'm passionate about the Harry Potter story. Besides, I'm also
having fevers with Daniel, the actor of Harry. Cas cis cus I'm talking about Ron-
lah, Hermione-lah, Darco Malfoy, anyway, it's not intermittent. Even though I
know, Laila is busy with the novel. I also don't forget to take care of all of
Daniel's strengths. From the face to the way he acts. I'm sure, everyone agrees
with me that Daniel is saucy.

"yes-yes. Daniel mang saucy!" this time Laila started to move on from her novel.

His gaze fell straight at me. "Then, what's the follow-up?" Laila waited
enthusiastically for my story. But, I fell silent instead. My eyes were glued to
someone who was passing by the street in front of the house.

"Hi... halow," Laila moved her hand in front of my eyes.

"Laila! Harry Potter, La,"

I said hysterically by hand pointed in the direction of the street. For a moment
Laila followed the direction of my forefinger. Laila's gaze also witnessed her
figure. "Right, his face looks really like Harry Potter,"

Laila gawked. "I think she's Karin's cousin. Just look at it, he'll turn to Karin's
house again," he continued without turned away a little bit from the figure. I
looked closely at the pace. It turned out to be true, he turned towards Karin's
house. A moment later, his figure passed. "La, let's go to Karin's house!" I whined
expectantly.

"What are you doing?" Laila is a bit curious.

"Anyway, to Karin's house," I continued.

The canal whine while tugging Laila's arm.

"Really really really? What do you do?" Laila was surprised.

"I want to see him again!".

I, who can't wait, just pulled Laila from the terrace. Laila and I traced the
road. But, we just ride passing by, not stopping by Karin's house. I saw his figure
sitting on the porch of the house, being chatting with Karin's father. I can only
stare at the charm of his face from a distance. A moment later, I saw him look up,
in the road in the direction of the location where AK. And Laila is. But, I know he
doesn't look at me. Oh God! His face is cool! Exactly with Harry Potter. I don't
know why, my heart beats firmer, my blood flow flows violently. I felt something
that I had never felt before. I didn't have time to take long, long time seeing his
charm. My heart is about to come off.

"Don't stop by Karin's house?" asked Laila when I pulled his arm to return home.
"No. No need, la. very nervous." Laila just shook her head and smiled a little, then
walked following my steps.

The night of the night began to be implied until the silence began to
incarnate between the dark. I lay my body on the bed while listening to the
humming songs from the flash player. When I met him; in an atmosphere; feel
vibrations in the chest; I tried to approach him; I looked at him, oh he was truly
charming; I want to say hello; Greet himself: joking laughter with him; But what I
think: I can't, I don't know what to say. Is this Love; oh this is love; Love for first
meet; Is this what love feels like; oh is this love; feel happy at a sight at a glance;
with him.

The song Is This Love from ME chanted in my ears. Come to think of it, it
seems that the song fits me very well. I met him in an atmosphere. No, at that
moment there was a tremor in my chest. I also tried to approach him. Love at the
first meeting. Uhm, it's really fitting for my story. I deliberately played that song
as my lullaby. But, until late at night, I hadn't fallen asleep. I still remember the
Harry Potter I saw last afternoon. I call it that because the name alone I don't
know yet. So, I call it Harry Potter. Sunday was the longest day because I was just
staying at home. This time, again I sat on the porch. My eyes were incessantly
looking at the porch of Karin's house. Who knows, he's still in the house adjacent
to mine.

Not long after, I saw my Harry Potter suddenly hanging out on the porch,
while engrossed in playing with his cellphone. I think this morning he looks
cooler. So it's similar to Harry Potter. Starting from the eyebrows, eyes, nose,
mouth are all almost similar. The difference is that he has a fair skin. But, the
color of his skin did not affect his face at all. I kept going. He began to unravel his
hair that had advanced all the way to his forehead. Wow, cool guy!. "What the
hell, Van?" just came up to me. asked

"That's La, he's there!" I whispered.

Laila, Laila, who was still engrossed in the melon ju, immediately jumped on the
bandwagon of Kan who was standing on the porch of the celicah house.

"Her name is greet, Van?" asked Laila as if teasing me.

"Where do I know," I replied flatly.

Laila just smiled looking at me. "You know what his name is?" I asked.

"I don't know either." replied Laila. who then took a sip of the juice in his hand.
"Approximately, it's called say hello, huh?" I muttered.

"You have a crush on him?" asked Laila startling me a little.

I just shut up, without knowing how to answer how. "If so, no pa-pa, Van," Laila
said, then went back to sipping her melon juice nonstop. I'm still silent. Still
thinking between yes and no.

"yes, right? You have a crush on him? Let's be honest, it looks like it from your
face!" Laila tried to affirm.

But, he still looked at me full of question marks. Finally I just nodded without
words. "Don't worry, Van, you'll know what his name is."

"Are you sure?" I asked a little nostalgically. believe "Yes, yes. Just ask Karin.
Sorted it out, right?". "Yes, yes”.
 I finally knew what his name was. Dira. A short and memorable name.
Now he is in the third grade of junior high school, while I am in the first grade of
junior high school. I don't know clearly about his long name yet. Karin just told
her her nickname. Karin said, Dira, her son is really good. In addition to being
diligent and obedient to ortu. Judging from her appearance, Dira doesn't seem to
be a man who likes neko-neko. At first, Karin didn't know that I had a heart with
Dira. Over time, my secrets were also leaked. Because I often ask Dira. I also
became silent a lot when I imagined Dira. Now, what is Dira doing? Or,
sometimes imagine if D shot me, like Raka did back then. Duh, I have to answer
how? Want to be accepted, cook me out? I was a kid. I'm not even thirteen years
old. If I want to refuse, such as also what I did with Raka, ntar he looked for
another one how? And, as time rolled on, it finally moved my heart to get
acquainted with Dira. But alas, I have to wait for the arrival of that introduction
day. Because, after I told Karin about my decision, Dira hadn't been at her
cousin's house yet. Meanwhile, Karin also hasn't had time to contact Dira. Finally,
after Tuesday Karin contacted Dira, I got word that Dira wanted to come on
Thursday. I subconsciously screamed excitedly. I don't know why, my chest is so
uncaring. Until the day I was waiting for, I was with Laila sitting on the porch.
My heart throbbed as I imagined the introduction.

"Karin, how come you give you more news?" I complained, who was getting
tired of waiting. I kept looking at the porch of Karin's house.

"Bentar again." comforted Laila flatly. A moment later, I saw Karin walk out of
the house and immediately ran towards my house.

"How about it, Rin?" I asked curiously.

"Dira can't do it. Suddenly there was an event at a friend's house," Karin
explained. Instantly, my face, which had been cheerful, turned haggard. A feeling
of sadness ambushed my mind. The shadow of that introduction, dashed already. I
can only shut up. I admit I'm really sad. For days I waited for him to come, but
Dira didn't attend. In fact, even the agreed day did not allow me to meet with Dira.
Maybe this is God's plan. The afternoon came. My heart is still amused. waiting
for Dira's presence. I lay my body on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room
blankly. Dira, where are you? At first glance I glanced at Laila who was still
engrossed in playing the computer.

"La, the song Help Me from The Rain," I said quietly.

Laila just nodded, as my song began to sound. Help me my best friend

listen to my heart's screams about him... about him still always about him take me
with you wherever you want. Calm me down, calm me down be patient calm me
down. He once made me feel perfect until I promised forever However, it turned
out that the dream he had was different

"Tuh La, listen to me. Help me, my best friend! Listen to the screams of my
heart!" I exclaimed in a tight tone. It's so dramatic.

"Already dong Van, tomorrow Dira will definitely date," Laila tried to get me to
know. A moment later, I felt the tears that had already stemmed, dripping one by
one.

"La, I'm crying," I said softly. which already Laila glanced at me. But, instead of
being moved, he laughed.

"You don't have a solider," tukasku. "Abisnya, you're so funny. Just know the
person yet! How come love is dead?" said Laila, who was still engrossed in typing
on the computer.

I smiled a little though still Whine. "But, I can't deny it all, La!" I
exclaimed poetically. Laila shook slightly and smiled faintly. His gaze was still on
the computer screen.

"La, I miss him so much! Please meet me ama Dira."

"yes-yes. Relax, Van. I'm not consensual." I put my lips back on a frown.

The atmosphere of my class is boisterous. Some are chasing, some are

chasing fast winamps. There are also those who are solemn in learning, not to be
bothered by the same crowded ones. I was just as pensive as I imagined Dira.
Dira's shadow carried over until the lesson began. For heaven's sake! Diraaa! I
don't want to upset you. I covered my face with a book, so that I could blur the
shadows. Usury break. For some reason, I have a hunch that Dira came to Karin's
house. So, I hurriedly invited Karin and Laila to go home. But unfortunately, they
don't want to. They're still consensual with friends. "La, Rin... Come home,
please!' I tried to persuade them.

"What are you doing?" asked Karin with an uncurious look.

"I don't have a hunch that Dira is a dateng," I said seriously.

"No way, Van! Dira masily school," Karin denied with a y face there is no
seriousness at all.

"What are you doing Van, what's uncertain," Laila snorted.

"This is for sure," I tried to defend. "It's tu school hours, Van!" said Karin.

"yes, but it's just a break." "Bentar again in, Vanya. You're a dead love ya huh?"
said Laila. "It's just delicious! Yes, I don't want to do it either," I immediately shot
at them.

Oh my God! I just want to get to know Dira. That's it. I don't want to
expect more. Please, Lord! Find me with him. After school, I went straight back
home with Laila. But, neither of us went straight in. We deliberately encouraged
ourselves to sit back and relax on the porch. Moments later, I heard Karin
clamoring to call my name.

"Van! Vanya...." Karin's voice came from the direction of the street. I turned my
attention to Karin who was walking over.

"Uh, Van! You know what...." Karin said to intrigue me.

"What the hell, Rin?" "It turns out... Apparently... It turned out to be so!"

"It turned out to be what it was, Rin?" I said in a raised tone. "As it turns out, Dira
is a date, Van!" BEACON! I was very surprised to hear that.

As it turned out, my hunch did not lag behind this time. My eyes rounded
as they became. "Why can you tell if Dira is earlier coming?" asked Laila who
was also curious.
"Dira just sent a text message. And I happened to be open when I came home
from school. You see, from before, my phone is dead. So, I don't know if it's
actually from before Dira was waiting for us." "Now?" I asked.

"Now...." Karin showed her grinning smile, "Dira dah go home, Van." "Isn't it, my
hunch can't be wrong. Dira must have come," I was so sorry I couldn't meet her.
"Relax, Van," Laila said softly. "Rin! You said before, Dira was still in school.

In fact?" I'm a bit sewing "Yes, I think so too. But, it turns out that today Dira
came home early," Karin tried to defend herself. I just shut up. I don't know what
else to say.

"Uh, I'll go back first, yes," Karin said.

I just nodded. I still show my sadness. A moment later, Karin died. I have
become a truly person annoyed directly ran to the kitchen grab ten tomatoes, and
took them to the terrace. "Van, whose tomato is tuh?" asked with a suspicious
look. "Where do I know!" Don't know why. Laila ran straight away into the
house, and back came up to me on the porch.

"Van, let's be honest! Lo tu eat tomato greet?" asked Laila before me.

That already standing I just kept quiet. My mouth is already full with tomatoes.
Maybe it's been three I spent it. "Van! You eat my tomatoes right?"

"Nope, I helped you have neighbor!" I exclaimed with my mouth full tomato.

"Lo nyuri tomato greet?"

"Tomato Diraaa!"

"You mean?" I didn't answer. I'm back put a tomato in my mouth.

"Ask, Van!" whined Laila as she looked Laila.

tugging at my hand. "Nope!" I hid the tomato from Laila's ignorant hands.
"Watch out if you don't give me tomatoes. Tomorrow, I won't be friends when I
get to know Dira."
"So what! That's up to you. You don't want to be a pa-pa either. I dare to talk to
Dira myself," I exclaimed ignorantly.

I was really this jutek back then. Laila even laughed incoherently. Then, he sat
down beside me while still laughing.

"I'm so curious, who the * is Dira really? How come it melts the heart of a
Vanya," he said later. Laila

"What does that mean?" I turned my eyes toward Laila.

"That is, you don't eat a lot of tomatoes. If you have a stomachache, you just know
the taste!" explained Laila as she walked with me alone. I, who was unwavering
as Laila said, still devoured the tomatoes in my hand until they were sold out. In
the morning, since I woke up, my stomach was completely heartburn. It feels, saki
it. I can't stand it.

"La, help me in the stomach!" I kept screaming hysterically. Laila nyamperin me

and spontaneously laughed at my situation.

"Lo ngapa, Van? Stomach ache?" Laila teased instead.

"yes, it really hurts. I don't think I will go to school today."

"Yes, just sleep. Ntar, surely Dira will come wuakakakakakak...." Laila teased me
again. "It's not funny to know!"

"Biarain, weeeek!" Laila stuck out her tongue and went back to mocking me. In
an instant, Laila had already left for school. The day begins to grow during the
day. I was still lying on the bed. My fingers kept dancing on the buttons of my
phone. Already many times my friends have texted me about my pain. At home,
it's really upsetting.

You see, it's really quiet. "Assalamualaikum! Assalamualaikum," someone

said from behind my door.

"Assalamualaikum!" his voice grew hardened.

"Waalaikumsalam!" I replied no. lost kenceng.

 Even with the pace still hurting, I was forced to move on to open the door.
My stomach is still in heartburn. Maybe it's because of eating tomatoes yesterday.
A few moments later, the door was revealed. I saw a person with his back to me
standing directly in front of me. His height was only a slight respite from my
height. The body is mediocre. Wearing a navy blue t-shirt, wearing jeans. A
moment later, he turned towards looking at me.

"Mo take the key to Karin's house." he said flatly.

My mouth gaped instantly. But, my hand hurriedly covered it. Deg-Deg Byur!
Diraaa! Oh my God! No mistake? He's really cool. The eyebrows are thick, the
look in the eyes is sharp, the eyelashes are flexible, and his nose, and his lips are.
Ugh, all similar really with Harry Potter.

"Hay!" she exclaimed startling me.

"Oh." I quickly ran to get the key to Karin's house which I had placed on the
computer desk. Just before going to school, Karin had time to take care of the
keys to her house.

"This is the key," I said, holding out the key toward Dira. Dira grabbed it directly
and immediately moved out of the chair.

The body is not yet. It's really cool, it's still like my friend's friend at school.
Understandably, it's still in junior high school. Just wait when you are in high
school...

"Uh, I'm Dira," he said, turning towards me.

"I'm Vanya," I replied stiffly.

"You're Vanya who's really fanciful That Harry Potter huh?" he asked quietly.

"yes, how come you know?"

"Karin often tells stories about you. I also like Harry's ama stories Pottery." Yes...
Good opportunity.

"Oh yes? Uh, let's chat first!" I invited.

"Okay," Dira sat back in the chair again. Ugh... Nice.

"What's Karin's story?" I asked pleasantly. I hope, Karin didn't say that I really
wanted to see her.

"He said, you don't want to break the story about Harry Potter. That's why I'm
always looking for time to make acquaintances with you. But, mo how else. I've
been busy a lot lately. Understandably, there are many tasks from school.
Honestly, I'm really happy with people who are fun to talk about Harry Potter,"
Dira explained at length.

"Who, who do you like the most?" I began to dare.

"I like ama Ron, if kamm

"I like you," I said unnoticed.

"Ha?" Dira rada was shocked.

"Uh, sorry... I mean, I don't like Harry Potter." I replied rada salting.

We both went straight laughed together, making the afternoon chat so fun
and crowded. As it turns out, Dira was quite fun to talk to about Harry Potter. A
Dan, strangely throughout that chat, my stomach healed completely. I think I have
a stomachache not because I eat mostly tomatoes. But, most think of Dira. Almost
all the stories about Harry Potter we peeled off. Until you don't realize that it's
eleven o'clock.

"Eh Van, I'll go back first, yes," he said after looking at the watch in his hand.

I just nodded. Before then smiling, accompanying Dira's steps away from
my house. I kept looking at it. I intended to enter the house when my eyes
accidentally glanced at a wallet that had fallen on the floor. I thought long, picked
up, and opened the purse. As it turned out, the wallet was empty. There is only a
photo of a cute girl who is in it. I'm sticky with photos of that. Behind the photo is
scratched a string of words: You are my first love. I just want to be a devotee of
your secret. Dira. The words are concise but clear. Unmistakably, this wallet must
belong to Dira. And, those words must also be an expression of Dira's heart. The
beautiful words were neatly assembled, followed by a signature scratched
underneath. At that moment, I immediately caught up with Dira, who has not had
time to enter the house.

"Dira!" I exclaimed. Dira turned straight to me.

"This is your wallet right?" I asked as I continued as I thrust the purse in front of
him.Instantly, Dira's face changed so Redly.

With doubts, his hand reached for the purse was out of my hand. "Thanks,
yes," he said embarrassedly.

"Eh Dir, how come the wallet is empty? Don't have any money, huh?" I teased.
"Emm, my money... I missed my money at home," he said, grinning.

"Uh, the one in that purse. Whose photo anyway?" I asked curiously.

"Oh... That's my friend at school."

"Whose name is it?" I kept going ngorek information. Dira didn't answer. He
instead indistinct smiles.

"Yes, you have, if you don't want to answer, you don't have to answer. Uh, I'll go
back first, okay." I turned over and immediately stepped up to go home.

But, then I turned around again.

"Dir," I exclaimed. "Yup," said Dira, who apparently hadn't walked into the
house. "That's your first love, right? I'm sorry!!!" my godfulness that I want to see
the embarrassed look of a Dira.Dira just smiled.

But, it seems that the smile is enough to prove that the one in the photo is
Dira's love. I even jumped on the bandwagon to smile at the sight of Dira who
looked like a mist. Still, with the salting state, I turned over and then walked away
leaving Dira. "Van!" he exclaimed suddenly. I who had already walked
immediately stopped the pace. Then back stared at Dira's figure.
"It's nice to get acquainted with you," He said. I just smiled, then turned around.
This time I really want to go home.
 Dira, it turns out that there is already a special figure in your heart. Just
being able to get acquainted and chat with you, I'm already happy. As I said
before. I wouldn't expect more from you. I just like you. That's it. If you are
happy, surely I will also be happy. While walking towards the house, I hummed a
fragment of my favorite song. I see him next; in different settings; the tremor was
still there, I approached him: I looked at his face: oh he was still dazzling; longing
is felt when this self wants to meet; together in all atmospheres. Is this called love,
oh is this love, love at first time: is this what love feels like; It feels happy when
you meet him.

Friend Promise

A night full of bitterness. In between the crowds of Jogja, it turns out that
there are still quiet places. It's really quiet. Like there was no sign of life. The
place is sordid, dirty, and smelly again. Who wants to live in such a place? Ardi
closed his eyes tightly. The puff of cigarette smoke was still bubbling bubbles in
his mouth. The clothes are very unworthy. Here and there it was full of tears. The
look on his face was hard to guess. He looked like a man who had never tasted the
name of bathing in a century. The red color and blue merged in the part of her hair
that was deliberately made punk.In that somber night, Ardi looked up again
looking up at the starless sky. Both eyes were wide open. His mind drifted as if he
was thinking about something obscure.

"Hay, di. Are you alone?" greeted Oras. while walking closer to him.

"I'm sorry," Ardi said.

"Yes, I brought food. I got it from the rest of the people who just started the
reception. Not bad, you know, get good food," Oras explained, looking at the
plastic package in his hand.

Ardi didn't look at it once. He turned his eyes in the other direction. Then,
he started to speak up,

"How long do we keep going?"

"What do you mean?" asked Oras who already devoured the rice and chicken that
seems to have comer.

"I don't want to live like this. We are also human beings who need to eat well.
You can't keep eating people's leftovers, right?" Ardi began to raise his voice.

He threw away the cigarette ** and then stepped on it.

"Uh, it's already good that we can eat. Even if it's the rest of the people, but the
name food is still food. It's not Usah Sewot. We're also free. So unemployment
must be accepted fate," said Oras, who continued to eat without caring about Ardi,
who was ablaze.

“Our country has missed DILAPIDATED. Can it be in your own country as

miserable as this, what if it's already in people's country?" jerked Ardi.

"Heh, don't blame the country. The state is not wrong, the wrong thing is the
government. Ah, I've heard that talking about the government is too difficult. The
government is really hard to understand. It's really antique. We just enjoy our
lives. Let the government think of the country. You don't have to follow the big
guys," said Oras, who seems to be not really sincere in his words.

"It's been a long time, I want to go to bed. Tomorrow I want to make

arrangements early in the morning. Let us no longer eat the rest of the people,"

said Ardi, who then passed away leaving Oras. This time Ardi didn't sleep
in the headquarters with other punk kids. Ardi was lying in a shop that happened
to be closed. She is used to the cold, so there is no need to wear a quilt if only to
sleep.

Stay closed his eyes for a while, he was already asleep in dreamland. Long
after Ardi fell asleep, Oras came over.

"Di, eat first, Oras said softly. all the while," there's still Ardi can no longer be
disturbed. The sleep was really good.

Eventually, Oras put a pack of food in near Ardi. Then, he went along with
the far from where Ardi slept. The morning is approaching. Not yet aware of the
dreamland, Ardi has been unlucky. A splash hit his body. Ardi was immediately
shocked. He saw a mother with a fierce face scrambling around her waist, glaring
in front of her.

"Challenging his shop near the streets, you can do it yourself? So those street
children must also have rules. What do you think in this world do you live alone?
Mentang challenges living in the wild, you can just like that??? Go there!!! I'm
just disgusted to see you, especially if there are buyers. You can run to see you,"
the mother scolded in a really cool tone.

Ardi, who is still literate, can only be silent. Maybe if he wanted to, he
could have beaten those mothers. But, considering that he was already sleeping in
front of his shop, he felt he had no right to do that. In a huff, Ardi walked away
from the store.

"Heh!!!" the mother shouted again. Ardi turned his head with a look of dislike.
"Yes, have you missed," he snapped, tossing the package of food that Oras had
placed last night.

The package floated towards Ardi. Unfortunately, the food spilled right in
the face of Ardi. With a supergarang face, Ardi walked away from the store. His
steps led to a place where he used to hang out with his friends. As soon as he
reached the destination, all eyes immediately looked at him.

"Man, lo why? It's so lethargic!" said Kopra, who was still typing the guitar in his
hand.

"It's normal," Ardi replied flatly. Moment Ardi sat down with them.

"In, just now you have food rations lo me put it on your deket. Dah lo eat?" asked
Oras who is very attentive if with Ardi.

"Damn. So you're the one who eats food that? I just got hit by moms with food,"
said Ardi.

"Sori. I just woke up first. But, you've eaten, right?" asked Oras, who couldn't
bear to see his buddy withering like that.
"Business. I want to work, where's my guitar?" asked Ardi with eyes that helped
me so wide. Kopra gave him the guitar he was holding earlier, which turned out to
be Ardi's.

"Race, pinjem your jacket," said Ardi. Oras handed him a black jacket depicting
his two white stars. and immediately used with Ardi.

"I'll pull it out first, man," Ardi exclaimed as he walked with his back to his
friend.

He walked in search of a bus that had no buskers yet. As soon as he got it,
he just went in. This time Ardi entered the bus to Jogja-Surakarta.

"Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and all, enjoy the journey. May you all have
happiness today," Ardi greeted pleasantly.

I want to sing a song, for people the oppressed. Living in the wild... Ardi's
voice sounded loudly singing the song. It seems that the passengers really like to
listen to Ardi sing. A few moments later, Ardi put his hands up and asked the
passengers for money one by one. After that, just sing again. A little later. The bus
stopped because there was a girl who was willing to get off.

"Helpppp,%$#seru the girl suddenly.

She screamed hysterically. Her face flushed. He just pointed the finger at
the nuding in the direction without chasing after him. Can Ardi, who saw the
pickpocketing action, quickly got off the bus, chasing si. Ardi ran so fast that he
managed to grab that back. With a single blow, it fell directly. He hadn't had time
to stand up, the mob had already come to beat him up. Well, again there's the law
play itself. Which policeman? Ardi immediately picked up the bag that belonged
to the girl who had been pickpocketed just now.

"Your bag?" he asked.

The girl is just nodded with a face that hadn't calmed down yet. He looked
still terrified. After pushing the bag, Ardi passed.

"Hay!" exclaimed the girl stopping Ardi's move.

"I'm Rista," the girl said suddenly.

"Gue Ardi."

"Thanks yes," the girl pointed out his smile.

Ardi returned the smile and then left. Ardi sighed deep. It's been too long
since he has, smile. When was the last time he smiled, it seems that he has also
forgotten. You allow it even if you look at me for a moment I prove to you I have
a sense of Love that I can't express because you have chosen to close the door of
your heart Many times Ardi hummed the song on the way. In fact, when he was in
the place of kongkow-kongkow, he still sang by himself. Surprisingly, Ardi, who
had left with a very cool face, his return could change drastically. Tersenyuuum
mulu.

"Di, what the hell are you a demon?" snapped Oras, confused by Ardi's behavior.
Ardi did not answer that question. Still smiling he sang his song Iwan Fals on. "I
miss you again," Deo said, scooping up his cigarette.

"Why the hell? It's really weird?" asked Arel, who was already smoking a
cigarette.