ALARAIN: Big Identity
10. someone: "help me"

Call me Rain's

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It's too noisy to listen to useless babbling. All you have to do is shut up and not listen. Don't worry, everything will be back to how it was. Indie music is still calm. Alarain stared at the vast expanse of the sea. At least the ripples of the waves as well as the thousands of unspeaking sand accompanied him.

"What's wrong?" Ask Alarain. Actually the girl is not a cold girl or a person who is difficult to approach. Alarain was too weak to deal with a relationship.

The other girl smiled and found Alarain's question, so she took the initiative, "There has to be a reason?" Ask her too.

Alarain stared fiercely at the girl who was smiling like the sun. Full of sweetness. Alarain stood up, "If there's nothing to talk about I go first." Honestly too, since Alarain was born in Bandung, he is not very familiar with the word lo-gue.

Another girl panicked, "uh no! Okay, just ya! I just wanted to ask you a favor!" The girl exclaimed in a pleading tone. Her eyes that seemed to want to cry almost broke Alarain's little heart. But, uh,

"You're wasting my time!" Annoyed annoyed.

"Al, we're friends! I don't want to help!"

"Lo's not my friend!" Alarain said viciously.

Not entering the cruel word Alarain, the girl even showed her horror face. "Lo won't help me, will you?" Creepy ask.

Alarain did not budge he was still waiting for the girl's next speech. "Gue unload secrets, lo!"

Alarain who was still silent did not respond finally smiled amusedly. "Dismantle! Spread too!"

"Alden," Rishi said suddenly. "Lo's secret is actually Alden.  Fifteen fonts maker, as well as the picture guy!"

This is what Alarain did not expect. He thought it was a secret about his family, or about his mother. But, Alden. That is one of the secrets as well as the way to earn money.

"What help?" He finally gave up. Alarain believed in what Resi found, because it was impossible for the girl to lie with her confident nature and attitude. Plus, Rishi also had a strong family. It's not hard if the family wants to investigate.

Rishi smiled back. He led Alarain to walk.

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"The color shouldn't be that one, too contrasting!"

"Mix less green!"

"The scratch is too thick. Use a smaller brush."

"Your hands don't tense or tremble. If not..."

"your painting doesn't have much of an impression. Alarain is tired!" Resi mediates when Alarain gives him a lecture.

It had been two hours and he had not borne any fruit from his paintings. The painting is not yet. "This is how it feels to learn to paint. Tired! I have to be patient!" Snarled.

"Remember my terms!" Alarain.

"Yes, yes, bring bangt lo!" Said Resi serya sweeping her brush on the canvas.

Sometimes Alarain thinks what he lacks. Rich families, it must be easy not to find a reliable painter, a professional painter, well other than himself.

But that's okay, because Alarain needs this job too. There is no job that should be unappreciated. Therefore, one of the requirements for the Resi. He can afford it. Nothing in the world is free.

Half an hour later. Surrealist paintings are finally formed. "Good right?" Ask Alarain.

"The broad sweep is too weak." Alarain said honestly. "I'll go first!" Alarain had to rush to the restaurant to replace the day shift.

"Can I have a WhatsApp number? We're the cement!" This is what was troubling from Alarain. The girl did not enter the class group.

"Remember! don't talk about my friendship!" Alarain's sweat before he was hastened to get out of the yard of the house of Resi.

Resi looked at Alarain grimly. Is correct. Alarain is not an easy person, although it can be invited to hang out. But, as a big fan of Alden. Alarain should be his friend.

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"Don't run away you idiot!" 

Breath of Alarain roaring. Returning from the house of Rishi, Alarain did work. And now it's half eleven o'clock in the evening. "That's a damn fuck!" Aspersion.

But what became his suffering this time was because Alarain fought the thugs who came to the small cafe at the end of this road. That place was where he ran away when he got bored. But why does this thuggery disturb his boredom.

Alarain did not want to fight. But the rest of the lashes and blows of that time were still imprinted on his face. Even his face had not fully healed. Therefore, if working, Alarain always wears makeup to cover his wounds. This looter often made him angry. But, under these circumstances, Alarain thought he had to lose.

The pace is getting faster and so are the three thugs. Story brief. While at the cafe, Alarain hit his third head with a bottle of liquor in the cafe. And now it's like this. Alarain is chased and Alarain escapes.

It felt like finding enough dark places to hide Alarain stopped. He neutralized his rumbling breath. The thugs were always stopping, maybe they were confused as to which path to take at this intersection.

"He's gone like he is!" Say one of them.

"Dear a girl as beautiful as that is untried!" others are crammed.

"Here, Unplug!"

Their feet Alarain breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned his body against the wall. Today was exhausting, troublesome Rishi. But it's okay, the important thing is that he has money. The main road is now he has to buy a laptop computer.

After calming down Alarain tried to stand up. However, something that stuck up his leg made him feel heavy to move.

"Fuckers!" Aspersion.

He stared intently at the cursed eyes that were also staring at him intensely.

Under the full moon tonight. And the smell of blood as a perfecting for their meeting. The man who was likely covered in blood smiled looking at Alarain.

Alarain asked why everyone who looked at him showed this kind of smile.

"Help me!"