Andara's Revenge
Defying Gravity

"We are too close to be called strangers, but too far away to be called lovers."

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One day, Youara once made the classification of handsome men into three classes. The first class is a handsome-looking guy, and realizes he is handsome so often appear, often photos, exposing good looks to capture a lot of mass also spread charm. This class is one of the most disliked.

The second class is a handsome guy but does not realize he is handsome, does not like to appear at all and the same cute appearance also does not benefit from his fondness. This class is a superior and almost extinct variety because it rarely ever existed.

Then, the third class is a handsome guy, he realizes he is handsome but he is ordinary. He did not expose his face or body, nor did he go crazy for attention. This class exists, but so they do not expose themselves, yes, of course it is difficult to find. Especially if between him and us there is never a line of contact and not in the same circle of friendship, the address will not meet.

Kin? Clearly, he was one of the third class humans. Luckily, you know him. It's not easy to get close to a guy like Kin. Getting to know may be possible but they can definitely sniff out who is interested because of the physical or not.

"Lo be back tomorrow?" tanyanya while sipping iced lychee tea. They had finished their lunch talking about coffee shops.

"Why? Going between?" Kin flickering witty.

Andara glared while rolling her eyes. Geez, why are Kin's eyes so funny, anyway? His heart will act again. "Johor to Johor, not Syria. If you go to jihad to Syria, maybe I will deliver. So sorry who knows so far so much wrong" he said.

Kin laughed while patting slowly on Andara's head. "Must go to Syria really let you take it?"

Andara clucking. Perhaps all this time between himself and Kin there was often physical contact and it was an unwitting loose act. Like when Kin hugged him in Splash or when he was sullen with Kin when there was Buana. But why was the slow clap more fun than usual? "Or Gaza, please. If you want to go to Gaza, I will also take you. If you're just going to JB, NY, OZ, SG or something, what is it?! I'll see you later."

"Who knew my plane crashed?" Kin squinted his eyes while sipping on the half-living watermelon juice. Andara observed that. It turned out that Kin had not been savleng enough to order espresso as a lunch companion.

Instead of being sad, Andara even chuckled and moved her index finger in the air. "That's one of the ways of death that I want instead," he replied casually as if talking about the season, "the dead person explodes in the air."

"Gokil anyway!"

"Or drown in the ocean." Andara changed the style of sitting, propping her chin towards Kin, waiting for how her interlocutor reacted. It turns out that guy's face is fun to look at for a long time. In Kin's body there might be a composition of Sake or Shochu times, huh? Can be intoxicating like this.

"Ra, your innate talent is like this, huh? All smells ASPD*."

"There's no psychopath who's telling the truth about his plan, and no sociopath has a mature plan" he chuckled in response to Kin's accusations that he's a person with antisocial personality disorder. "Why? Are you afraid I'll kill?"

Kin eyeballs glinted funny. "No, tuh. Just kill him with love."

"Dirty! If people hear it can be considered real, and you must say ngebucin." Andara's sentence was cut off because a waiter had permission to pick up their lunch marks. He turned to the handsome waitress who smiled at them and gave a smile back. The waiter went along with Kin's push in his head. "Oh, what the hell, anyway?!"

"No need to go that way." Kin sneered.

Andara chuckled so knowing Kin could easily read the movement of her eye tail. "Alright, Kin. Enjoy God is not to be denied, sin! What a harm I do is to be grateful for the gift given before my eyes." He then quibbled.

Actually you are more interested in Kin's face than the face of the waiter, but looking at the face can continue to make Kin feel awkward. Andara grimacing. He also did not know what was going on in him. Today, the hand of God is at work and flips through the heart. He quite understood the risk of falling in love with Kin. It's like a life bet. When he succeeds, he gets a fun lover, but never forget that romance can ruin friendships. If her feelings are told and Kin moves away, Andara will lose a good friend. Or if their feelings are reciprocated, it is not necessarily finished, because there will be a possibility of failure and two things will go together from him; lovers are also good friends. The departure of a lover is difficult. However, the departure of a good friend like Kin? Andara gulped, she couldn't imagine.

"Lo's eyes are very easy to glance here and there, but move on lo is difficult," sneered Kin.

"Sot! I'm just starting to like other guys too much."

"Weits, who's that unlucky guy?"

Andara punched Kin in the arm slowly and the guy just laughed. "Damn it!"

Yes, it's fucking because the guy is lo. Lo, Kin!

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The meeting this time passed Andara with silence. When Mbak Inka explained the details of the program that became the theme next month, nothing was reflected in his brain. He just wants the meeting to be over soon or if not, hopefully half an hour quickly passes so that he immediately leaves the meeting room on the grounds of broadcast.

The discussion began between the theme of September Ceria or September Airing because in September there is also Radio Day of the Republic of Indonesia. Andara glanced at Bang Anco who more agree with September Airing because September Cheers is considered too old, but Tirto argues there is no harm in returning to the old style, because young people now need to be introduced to history. Whatever it is, you don't care. It was already half-seven in the evening and Kin must have been on the road, it might have been at the airport because the plane to Johor Bahru would have taken off at eight. Damn, why is he so nervous, anyway? Repeatedly Youara berated himself but the ridiculous sense of the strange bin remained.

"Wake me up when September ends, Ma'am." Without compromise, his lips just slapped. Mother Inca's eyes were already round, while Natha who was at the side held the ruckus. "Eh, sori, kidding. I mean, if I agree September Cheers. Make a jingle from the September song Cheers Vina Panduwinata remake also will not make the impression of oldies."

"Good, I think you're daydreaming from earlier."

Yes, he was daydreaming. I already know how to ask. Andara is grinning while pretending to look at the watch. "Mbak, I'm clearance, huh? Want to go on water."

Permission from the Inca Mother was like driving her out of a war zone. The first thing you check is your phone. Nihil, Kin did not contact and this made Andara even more crazy. It is only natural that between them there is nothing. He should not have expected more. While walking back and forth in front of the studio, he scratched his head and ruffled his hair. Since when would the hell want to send people a message just become this difficult?

Until he arrived when he sat on the throne of the broadcaster on duty, the anxiety had not subsided. Just by relying on a whisper of heart, Andara opens a bank of songs, looking for a song that is not on the playlist. Conversation a little for opening and making Mr. Brightside as the opening song. Really in your mind there is only Kin at this time. After turning off the microphone, he even put his head on the mixer.

Kin Dhananjaya: I think there is the same addict Mr. Brightside now.

The incoming message made Andara screech. His body immediately stood up and jumped hysterically. This is Kin's oath to hear the broadcast? Well, what does he have to pay back? Why do words feel lost for free? Andara ruffled her hair again, ignoring the riaps that pierced her eyes.

Why was he so upset that he was thinking about Kin's departure? After all, the guy just went to Johor to go back to college, the place is also not too far from Jakarta. But why did he feel so heavy from being abandoned? And this head feels shrunken.

Damn, Andrea. Take it easy! He tried to self-harm. Fighting Kin's gravity felt extremely difficult. His finger trembled, repeatedly typing and deleting the answer without being sent. Crazy, yeah, so tacky herself.

Andara threw the phone at the table and tuned a song again so she could reply to Kin's message. He breathed in to calm down and he started retyping.

Andara Ratrie: Lo is still on the road at this hour?

She bit her lips so hard waiting for an answer. It's the dumbest thing ever between him and Kin. His heart paled as Kin read the reply but did not type in the answer. Geez, when it will usually feel natural if one of them does not answer the message and is lost without greetings. Even he who often did not answer Kin's last message.

In order to give a branched mind, the list of songs that must be played he rearranged. Some of the songs were arranged according to his wishes. Ten minutes passed, Kin's message came in again.

Kin Dhananjaya: Fit again nurunin suitcase, I heard lo puterin it.

Andara Ratrie: Oh, where now?

Kin Dhananjaya: Waiting room.

Worth the old Kin reply, apparently he's from the immigration check. Andara still wants to send a message, reading Kin's reply just makes her excited. It's tacky and it's crazy! But yes, it happened, he enjoyed it.

Kin Dhananjaya: You don't want to take me. So I'm alone.

Andara Ratrie: Ih, jyjyque~ keeps me waving my hands while crying that drama, huh?

Even if Andara delivers, she is afraid that her impulsive actions go ahead of the brain. What if he suddenly hugged Kin and said 'Don't go' try? Andara shuddered to herself. Surely Kin would mock him seven derivatives. Still paying attention to the phone screen, you also need to turn to the monitor. Bang Anco's favorite Reload song tonight is Andity, rushing to play the song titled Since There's You. And he blushed, how come this song sounds so good, huh?

Since you have been the world has felt so beautiful. Since you've been here I've been able to forget it. Andara sang cheerfully while replying to the message. His eyes glanced outside, visible from the glass window of the studio there were several announcers already entering the living room, meaning the meeting was over.

Suddenly the studio door was pushed rough, Bang Anco entered while shaking his waist. "Andara's... Lo mabok?! How do Reload loops turn twice in an hour?!" bang Anco snapped making the entire broadcaster in the middle room turn his head.

His blood flow is falling. The phone he was holding fell. Oh my God, he forgot that Mr. Brightside is also an old song of the Reload collection. The studio air conditioner was colder than usual because of Bang Anco's really angry face.

"And lo... I am silent does not mean I do not pay attention to you! Lately you've always been turning Mr. Brightside only saban on water. You think the ears of the listener are the same as your ears?! Lo kayak again show that your musical insight in those places, you know not lo?!"

Bang Anco is usually never angry. The man was very nice to talk to about music, and very open to the ideas of the broadcasters. It seems like the anger of Bang Anco this time is indeed the result of patience that piled up some time.

"Lo is this Best FM broadcaster or village radio broadcaster?!"

Frozen was no longer the right description for him this time. Dead in place, maybe it's more appropriate for Andara. Because after that SP 1 slid to his desk, and came out new regulations; should not bring a cell phone during broadcast.

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*ASPD \= AntiSocial Personality Disorder. Divided into two conditions; psychopath and sociopath.