Andara's Revenge
Bad Wild

"It turns out, I'm a bad liar."

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The debate with Buana really felt like it was taking up energy. Maybe because he argued it use the whole heart of the time, huh? So after getting out of the coffee shop, Andara felt her legs tighten. His lungs were also about to explode. He needed to sit on the sidewalk court that was 100 meters away from where it had been. 

Was Buana honest? Because Andara herself was shaken. He did not expect those things to be the reason for Buana all this time. He did not expect that Buana knew all, and I swear, he did not know that Buana was serious about their relationship. Buana's behavior is more suitable like a tiger covering a carcass than a guy who loves a girl. The limited space does not make Youara understand the feelings of Buana, instead making Youara wonder if there is anything Buana hides behind her. Buana's possessive attitude not only feels protective, it also feels imprisoning. You're down holding your chest, there's still pain in the corner.

They dated long enough, but time also did not make them understand each other's languages. He did not know all the intentions of the Buana horn and vice versa. So, what does their togetherness mean if mutual understanding does not also occur?

Buana's explanation now resonates in his head, Andara tries to be ordinary even though it is difficult. Because everything is useless. The explanation is too late. His heart now contained not only Buana, there was Kin as a newcomer there. 

Why is Kin in question? Kin had never done anything strange as a friend. Even if he told me about Buana, the guy never commented anything especially until he heated up. Kin often said you could be wrong. Kin also reminded that you should convey his objections to Buana. Buana should have known that Kin had no strange intentions as long as they were friends. Kin never ridiculed Buana let alone told Andara to cut off the relationship like Buana just now. Buana is wrong to accuse him and Kin of cheating. In the past, he had never once thought of Kin other than as a friend. If this moment changes, it's not Kin's fault, nor is it his fault. It is the feeling that changes.

Andara wiped the ends of her eyes while looking at the cloudy sky. She can't cry. Crying over something that has passed is a waste. Enough Buana's a fool, he doesn't. The guy is so stupid, still questioning how you feel about him. You could have done nothing with Kaka or Rexy, but he didn't. He chose to commit the sin with Buana. Make himself first for the guy and vice versa. For things that can not be returned again, how could Buana still question his feelings first?

After repeatedly exhaling, you go order ojek online. He's on the broadcast this afternoon. The business with Buana is done. Ten million dollars he had also returned. Along the way you just keep quiet, let the driver choose his own path, and when it comes down without much ado.

"Well, whoa. There is a difference nih from Si Caur," welcome Tirto when Andara emerged from the end of the hallway Best FM. Some eyes turned towards the arrival of Andara and joined in smiling.

"The lawyer's different, man. I'm not like Mbak-Mbak Menwa anymore," said Tata last.

"Witness, huh?!" Andara raised an eyebrow lazily. The period of using Docmart is equated with members of the Student Regiment, anyway? There are-there are them.

"Yes, really. He's more confident than Menwa. Mbak Menwa can still smile if tempted," added Tirto chuckled. "If you are laughing, I'm kettling. Fear of laughing and vomiting blood."

"Buset, Bang. What am I?" hiss Andara sneered. If he could, he would be able to make people vomit blood just by raising their eyes or sending a cynical smile. But he has no such power.

Tirto is still paying attention to your new shoes. His eyes then rose. "Is this for sale in Medan?" asked the man, sounding sad. That guy you know permission to leave a week to go to Medan.

"She, Bang. Very small to the same field. Play around so to Medan," reply Andara. He's already googling if there's an official Vans outlet in Medan.

"It's not. This limited edition I mean. That's what you use a limited edition that just came out. As far as I know, don't go to Indonesia, huh." Tirto only scowled after saying that.

"Masa? In fact there is, tuh," replied Youara raised his shoulders. You secretly want to quickly disappear from that place. Sneakers like Tirto certainly know and understand more about the world of unity. You know if not all types of shoes that come out will definitely go to the outlet even though it is official.

Laughing tata. "Yes, too, To. Can't it be that this kid's using the KW version?"

Tirto's blocking it straight. "No way. Find him dead if you dare to use KW here. Better no brand but genuine, than branded but KW."

Andara just shouts. He is certainly not likely to wear pirated or non-genuine products. As an art worker, consuming piracy feels like stealing. Not just shoes, songs, books, bags, clothes and others, it is better not to have than buying copy products.

The atmosphere of Best FM this afternoon is quite crowded because there is scheduled to be a monthly meeting to discuss material plans for December. Andara who has taken off her shoes, shuffled inside. He looked a little into the meeting room. There's some people in it.

"Who's there?" ask her to Irvin who is sitting in front of the operator's computer. Tumben this time Irvin's desk is clean. The usual papers were piled up in shambles out of nowhere. The pens are collected and placed in a black iron basket. Sticky notes that used to stick everywhere are now more organized. 

"Little Boss," whispered Irvin. "Tas lo don't put it carelessly. Enter the locker, yes."

The Little Boss that Irvin was referring to was Bang Boim's son. Andara knows that Bang Boim has several children, but there is indeed not a single child of the owner of Best FM that he knows. All of Bang Boim's children are reportedly studying abroad. 

Youara nodded and opened the locker door, stuffing the bag inside. After that, he played the phone to browse the notifications. From that moment on, his heart felt unsettled. His chest kept pounding.

"Ra, remember! Don't bring in the phone, keep reading the good broadcast material first. Bang Rodi said, this Little Boss is watching us." Irvin clucked reminding. The arrival of the Best FM owner's child is of course like a code to all broadcasters if today it must improve the performance and quality of broadcasts.

"Yes, bring it." Youara re-opened the locker and put the phone down, then headed for an empty computer to re-read the broadcast material. Actually, what is the need for the Little Boss to use the Best FM monitoring event? Until now the title of Most Popular Youth Radio is still held by Best FM. Feminine FM and FM Executive are still the champions in their segment. So the boss's son makes it hard on himself? Little Boss should just sit back and relax.

When the time shows twelve o'clock exactly, Andara goes into the studio. After sitting on the announcer's soft seat, he observed the running ads while opening a playlist. He adjusted the hot atmosphere outside with the opening song of the broadcast. The song with tap is making the heat is not too stinging, but also does not make the one in the room becomes weak.

"101 Best FM, The Best Hits Radio Station. This song was remade from Marcell who had been booming in the 2000s. Listen to this song it feels really good especially the hot weather outside, Besties. Anyway, have you ever noticed any signs that something is going to happen? I think that's a hunch." Andara was silent for a moment. This is actually what he felt from earlier. "Well, if you want to share a story about a hunch. You can send a text message or mention on Twitter Best FM. While resting or resting during the day, Andara Ratrie will accompany you until two noon. So, stay close."

Andara raises the volume of the song and returns to play the next songs. His fingers have run automatically and memorize the sequence that must be done in the broadcast room. He glanced at the advertising screen and also read out the existing adlibs. All is done as usual as this is a regular broadcast instead of a special themed broadcast like Reload, Indiebest or others.

In the middle of the broadcast, Andara was invited to join the meeting room. The studio itself was redirected to Irvin. The guy will play a song that's already on the playlist. The needs of the listener vary with time. If the broadcast is daytime, the listeners usually do not really like if the broadcaster talks a lot. They want to listen to the song as a friend for a relaxing afternoon or again on the road. Broadcasters will play a lot of songs rather than talk and while speaking only convey things that need to be on target. Confirmation sessions or stories are usually in the morning, afternoon and evening.

After knocking for a while, Andara then went into the meeting room and sat on the empty back bench. The meeting seemed to have gone ahead before his arrival. In the meeting room is currently quite crowded, besides there are all broadcasters, there are also Best FM officials such as Bang Rodi, Bang Anco, and Mbak Inka. However, a newcomer who was next to the three Best officials made Andara widen their eyes. The guy also seemed to not expect to see Andara, and reviewed the smile. Looks like your bad premonition was answered already.

"This is another one of our broadcasters whose name is Andara." Bang Anco introduced Andara to the guy. Andara nodded stiffly. His heart feels sagging to the eyes of the feet.

Bima replied to Andara's nod. "If you know the same," replied Bima while laughing. "Yes, right, Ra? C'mon, you guys don't get stiff, ah. I just want to see and know it so I can project how Best FM will be in the future. Because soon Best FM is entrusted to me to be managed."

But ... Andara can't. Andara is still stiff. You want to be able to teleport and vanish without a trace from the meeting room. He prayed in his heart, may Bima not discuss anything. 

Meeting goes back. December's materials have been decided. Any event that will be held to enliven the birthday of Best FM is also a new year has been prepared. Rows of fillers have also been fixed and soon will be printed in the form of flyers, banners or banners will also appear on the main page of the Best FM web.

When Irvin calls her for closing, you excuse me for a moment from the meeting room. The air conditioning room feels fresher than the meeting room. Andara deliberately slowed the closing and was still in the broadcast room until the broadcaster instead came. He did not want to go back to that horrible room. Luckily, the meeting was over without him having to go back there. Andara immediately pulled the locker door. He wants to get out of here immediately.

The door to the central room opened, the steps of several people came in. Reflexively, you of course look. There is Bima and the three top brass of Best FM there. Bima was like assessing the condition of the room where ordinary broadcasters gathered. Oh, my God, you know you can break through walls right now!

"So ... center point is here?" mummified Bima. 

"Yes, Bang. The kids gather here." Mother Inka as if trying to explain to the guest. "Sometimes even if there is no broadcast, it is still used here to gather."

"Yes, great, anyway. If the broadcasters are familiar on the outside, the time of the broadcast must be very tight. More fun to hear." Bima nodded. "But it looks like the interior needs to be designed to be comfortable. If you need to like Google's office."

The guy was staring at a desk, some computers and a printer. His gaze went up to the blackboard containing important information as well as the broadcast schedule, then finally docked to the locker and found Andara there. "Hi, Ra. How are you doing? When back?"

You don't know how to. He could only smile. "Monday yesterday" he answered briefly.

"Did you know Andara?" ask Bang Anco. It looks like Bang Anco's age is older than Bima's. However, for reasons of respect, of course Bang Anco called Bima as 'Bang' as well as Mbak Inca and Bang Rodi.

Bima nodded slowly. "Know accidentally watch Aly & Fila in Singapore, yesterday. Kin's coming back to Jakarta, Ra?"

You don't know what to say. He simply shook his head and leaned awkwardly in the locker as his legs suddenly could not move.

"Singapore?" tanya Bang Anco and Mbak Inka together. The two people automatically looked at her and turned to look at Andara with a suspicious look.

Somebody, please help Andara.

"Aly & Fila, huh, Bang?" Bang Anco took out the phone, like looking for information from the smart device. Andara's out of breath now. Face's numb.

After finding an answer, Bang Anco returned to speaking. "Oh, last Saturday, Bang?" bang Anco's question sounded friendly but it felt cold piercing for Andara.

"Yes, that's why I remember. Sori, because sometimes I like to forget people. Good thing you, I remember, Ra. It's only been a few days, hasn't it?" Bima laughed softly without realizing that the three people beside her were already looking at Andara with wrath. After being escorted to the studio and other rooms, Bima then paid off. Leaving Andara and those who wanted to skin her alive.

Bang Anco took a breath while pocketing both hands. The man shook his head in disbelief. "It's amazing, yeah. Said your grandfather was sick, it turned out dugem. Are you starting to be a liar, Ra?"

Mother Inca folded her hands on her chest and snorted. "Co... Co... You trust the broadcaster too much. I told you, kids don't be too loving. This is again Andara. Let's not say he used to lie to us, but it just so happens this time again apes."

Bang Anco bellowed, rushing out of the living room. Passing with Duo Ti-Ta who was about to enter. 

The Inca ma'am still swept his gaze over Andara. "Do you know what the most dangerous thing in the world is?" he asked rhetorically, because without waiting for Andara to answer, the girl continued her sentence, "The most dangerous thing in the world is the loss of trust from people who used to believe very much you. You work here, you lie to us."

Regardless of Duo Ti-Ta who looked at this incident, Mother Inka moved into her room. Andara no longer knew how to go until Bang Rodi moved his index finger towards her. "Andara, into my room now."

Because as smart as a jumping squirrel will eventually fall too. Andara followed the order with resignation. He entered the Station Manager's room with his body bent as if his entire bone had been pulled loose. 

"Sit down" said Bang Rodi. The man was already sitting in his chair.

Andara sat without a sound. 

"Since when did Medan move to Singapore?" bang Rodi asked looking deeply into his eyes. There was disappointment seen in the middle-aged man's eyes, despite being blocked by the lens.

Andara lowered her head. The argument just seems to make things worse. The three of them can question Bima and get the truth from the guy. If it was like that, his position would be even more risky because his lies had reached the owner of Best FM.

He's really a bad liar, after all the lies of the night known to Buana, now even the light lies are discovered by the officials of Best.

"Lo said Opung lo was sick, I gave him permission. Why do you have to lie, Ra?" Bang Rodi took off his glasses while massaging his forehead. "Lo knows, isn't that here attitude is everything? Want to broadcast you as good as anything, want to mix you sejago what, if you have no attitude ... sori, it means you are not here."

The sentence was like a darting arrow that entered and collided with Andara's soul. He was at a loss for words and did not know how to defend himself. He should have known that lies are only two sides: caught now or caught later.

"Now I ask you. Do you still want to be on Best FM? Your choice is only two, resign or accept SP II and its consequences."

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If you ask why not crazy update? Gini, I always publish that chapter using minimum words. If it's far from 2000 words, I don't update. Pray that my thumb is healthy and my brain is sane. 🤭