Andara's Revenge
Tell Me It's Just A Nightmare

"Please, whoever you are. Wake me up from this nightmare."

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"Andara, busy?"

The call from a slightly heavy voice made Andara turn her head. The guy who is often the talk of several girls in class, approaching towards him. "Why?" andara asked, choking her chin, trying to ease the shock.

"What's busy?"

"If you ask, not busy being busy me," said Andara twisting the eyeballs while sucking on a tea bottle. "What lo? What lo?"

The guy snorted softly while pocketing both hands in his pants pocket. "That's lo, yeah. People want to ask for help to be arrogant. Tomorrow if you want to rush to Best, I pretend I can't too!"

Laughter Andara. His eyes swept over the towering figure of Buana. "Your threats are not fun! What do you want to help?"

"There's no one who wants to ask for help if you ask him like gini?"

"Good, I also don't help people," replied Andara displaying her grin. "breed. What's the?"

King Ospek their force shook their heads then sat on the side bench while putting the earphones next to his ears. "Here, who's singing?"

Andara sneered for a moment. Buana asked for the title of the song. That guy's been like this a few times. Wonder also, not now there is an online song check application? Andara's ears tried to listen to a song that ran slowly and before long she clucked. "311, the title is Love Song."

"Oh, Love Song." Buana's head nodded in understanding.

It was Andara's turn that sent a mocking look now.  "Lo's a rocker, you should have heard the original version. This is The Cure."

"Times?" Buana then fiddled with the phone and found the song in question on YouTube. The boy tuned the song and was heard by both of them. "But ... better enjoy version 311 according to me. Get a romantic," Buana recalls after the song ended.

"What's? A romance? Is it not wrong to say that?" The black Buana T-shirt then appointed Andara with a contemptuous look. "No, shame on your black shirt."

"The geblk!" Buana hit Andara's arm slowly. "The clothes can be black, the heart stays pinky," he said proudly. Buana's hard jaw looks shiny if it is in a snobbish style like this. Similar-similar antagonist in the film whose style looks haughty but charming.

The corner of your lips is raised. Unlike the girls in class who reportedly tried to find a topic of conversation to be able to talk to Buana, he was even approached by the guy first. From the beginning of the class after ospek, Andara no trying to get closer to anyone. Even if he is close to Zaki and Akbar because he has known from the first time in class while others, including Buana, Andara only knows names.

You realize, this figure is the concern of some girls especially Buana is proactive in class. As of now, there were several pairs of eyes in the canteen that were watching him and Buana.

"Pinky? It's unclean!" He chuckled while taking off the earphones and returning it to Buana. "Sono went all the way before I had football!"

"Roof! Pomloo pantes."

"By the way, by the way, let's know the taste of a bottle sprain continues to enter the news," said Andara did not want to lose while raising an empty tea bottle into the air.

Buana smiled away, started to look back at him. Secretly, in addition to Buana's jaw, she also began to admire the boy's back. The part that he always looks at if he is hit by Buana. The back is wide, sturdy and looks comfortable. It looks good to be home in that place.

"Ra, Ra, wake up."

The sharp smell of eucalyptus oil is smelled in your nose. Warm also felt in the nape and neck. He was determined, trying to answer the call. His eyes were opened, his head was dizzy and all still looked blurred.

His head is on someone's lap. Andara looked at the woman. Vina looked in concern at him. "Dizziness?" asked Vina while trying to help her sit down. "Drink first, Ra."

After receiving the glass and gulping twice, Andara observed around. He was in an empty room in a house he did not recognize. Andara blinked, trying to remember.

Earlier, he was dreaming. Dream Buana. Dreams of looking at that back. A sturdy back that he could finally hug and house all the tired ones there. His back then walked back to him and away.

"Yin, Buana...." He then recalled how his legs had squeezed to see Buana lying in the middle of the house. This is Buana's house. The Southern European style house that made him shake when he stepped in. The house is always rejected when Buana invites him to come to be introduced to the boy's family. The house that he finally came to, not to be introduced as the boyfriend of the man but to deliver the man to sleep forever.

Vina rubbed Andara's shoulder, hoping that her friend who was crying hysterically could be strong. "He was again taken to the mosque to be crucified."

Isak Andara loose again. It turns out it wasn't a dream. He's trying to wake up. "G-gue's going to go there."

"Okay, okay, but you need to calm down." Vina tried to clean it up, leaving the living room empty. They walked out, towards the mosque where Buana was crucified. The location of the mosque was just a different block from the Buana house.

Andara strengthens the legs that feel boneless. He walked away. When they arrived in front of the mosque, the mourners were already out of there. The green-covered coffin had been lifted and entered in an ambulance. He complied when Vina asked to get into a car that was going to the funeral.

Can you still hope all this is just a dream? Because after Causa and Opung, Buana is the backrest. Without him knowing, he was able to survive in Jakarta because of Buana's help. The guy provides the back as where he leans. Without him noticing, he was already dependent on Buana. He was always around and helping her. Starting from just taking her home, sending food, reminding of college or taking care of her when she was unconscious.

Andara's tears trickled again when she saw the stretcher being transported through the burial blocks. She wiped her tears. Can anyone wake her up from the nightmares she has had? However, the loose red soil that was between the legs was completely clear. How Buana's body was taken down and covered in boards left her completely unblinking. He hoped Buana would get up, but until the navel was filled with flowers, Buana did not wake up. The boy had already slept with the ground at a depth of one and a half meters from where he was standing.

The sun this afternoon is stinging. The heat not only burns the skin, but also scorches the heart into ashes. Andara stared at the empty wooden headstone that had been stuck. Buana's name was clearly there even though her eyes were flooded with water. If possible, you want to be illiterate at this time. This must be wrong. The doctor must be wrong, Buana should not have died.

Andara tried to make a cry, but the more resisted the feeling like she wanted to blow her chest. He began to groan softly, sitting on the ground, out of Vina's hands.

There's a lot unfinished between him and Buana. Something he hasn't told you yet. There is a story he is still waiting for. Why did it go like this? Buana is not even saying goodbye yet, has not said goodbye to him. How could Buana just go that easy? All the questions are constantly attacking Andara's mind. It shouldn't be like this, Buana should realize, she should be able to talk to that guy. Andara groaned pain because of the reluctance to press his airway.

Your self-defense comes off when the people have gone home. He's approaching the Buana pusara. Beside him, there was Kaluna who was also sobbing. They are struggling with each other's grief. As if asking why destiny is so heartless to slap those who are already helpless.

His lips began to call out the boy's name again like a mantra that was repeated tirelessly. "Master," he sighed. "Mom."

Andara cuddling. Her heart ached and she could only shout in silence if she did not really hate Buana. He doesn't really want Buana to leave. The words of that time were only the result of emotions because in fact, he never managed to hate Buana. Andara sobbed with regret.

He wants Buana back. He wants Buana to heal. He wanted Buana to wake up because there was still a lot he wanted to say directly.

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"Ra, Ra... Woy, you."

Andara clucked as her arm was shaken softly by Buana. The guy just interrupted his lunch. Andara pulled next to the earphones and asked with a lazy look. "What?"

Buana. Youara once described the smile as a type of smile that is able to invite others to smile looking at the future, especially if Buana has chuckled and his jaw is moving. The guy is charming with a nice curved lip line.

Buana pulled out a chair and sat down next to her. The boy's body gave off a fresh and soothing fragrance of the sea. "Say my friend, you're now the Indiebest handle, huh?"

Andara nodded while breathing my sotonya. This canteen feels on the beach if there is a Buana next to it, just love the same fan of coconut ice so that the atmosphere of the beach can really.

"How do I sign up for Indiebest?"

The guy's eyes were like watching him scoop up rice and chew. Andara rubs the remaining broth at the tip of the lips. "Yes, you send the demo to Best FM, send it to the Governor's office?!"

Buana. "That's the hell I know, too. I mean, can't you pass us to be the indie band Best?"

Andara snorted chuckling. The soto plates and bowls on the table he set aside to the side, then he gulped down the contents of the tea bottle. "Who can break the band? I'm just a lackey, Buan. Who chose to remain the highest-ranking officials of Best. At most if the band is good, I give you a recommendation."

The guy was silent as if he was thinking. The pointy end of the eye was raised and as if scrutinizing the ceiling. The way Buana thinks looks funny. Less suited to his sadistic face. "If not, give me a grille. How to get away, reportedly your selection is very difficult."

Andara started to weigh. He doesn't want to divulge the audition stage, but it might not hurt to give a hint to Buana's band. During this time, they also had trouble finding the desired band.

"The key is in the demo CD. Demo should be intent. Don't be recorded perfunctory live results, doang. Fill in the demo with a song that you really recorded well in the studio, keep the cover letter as well do not forget. There are those who give the demo just put a CD doang, indeed we psychic want to connect people through the sky?" obviously while receiving an extra bottle of tea from Buana.

"Keep on, keep on, what else?" tanya Buana is interested.

"If you need to give your CV as well. The contents can tell the history of the formation of the band, play in what genre, keep the reason for what choose the genre. CV is like a business to sell yourself too, if you want to sell yes must be appointed things that are interesting from you. In fact, if the CV is read by the broadcaster, it can be a free promotional event."

Buana nodded with a satisfied smile. "Can I also leak it when you just bribed tea bottle."

"Damn it!" Andara looked at the tea she had finished off. "Well, it's over again."

Buana's lips form a sweet knot with eyes that look deep. You don't know how Buana was awarded a very deadly gaze by God. "If I can get away with being your girlfriend, there's a grid too?" misik Buana was displaying a serious face.

"Dirty, Buan! Sono left before I thumped!"

The guy's chuckling away. Want to smile, laugh or just be quiet, Buana is a creature that is lucky because it has a handsome charm. His brown skin further adds to the man's good looks. Honestly, you are in love. He secretly fell in love with the King who already had the Empress. Falling in the heart at the wrong time. Falling in love with friends again.

His arms felt shaken again, Andara turned her head. However, it was around dark. He doesn't know where he is. This is not a campus cafeteria and Buana is not there. The voices called out to him and his arms continued to sway loudly.

"Andara's..."

"Andara's..."

Something like pushing him off a dark veil. Andara opened her eyes with a breath of breath.

She's dreaming. He's dreaming again. His forehead was soaked with sweat. The head still feels clanging. He tried to sit and remember. Vina who was still next to him made Andara gulp. Which is the dream, which is real?

"Buana" he hissed as he looked around. He was in a room that looked strange. "Where's it, Vin?"

Vina just exhaled. His hand rubbed Andara's shoulder. "Ra, calm down. You have fainted many times. When I met Buana, you fainted. During her funeral, she also fainted. When you get here you faint again. Your body must be tired."

Andara moaning. He was tired of crying and his eyes were swollen. All over his body he was also sore. His neck was stiff and his waist hurt. However, all that doesn't matter if Vina convinces him that she's just dreaming. "Vin, Buana .. really dead?"

He hoped Vina would correct the speech. He hoped Vina would say that it was all just a nightmare. Honey, Vina didn't say that. The girl grimaced while nodding. "Lo has to be sincere, Ra."

Single-minded? Single-minded? How could he be sincere if there was still something unfinished? He can mengikhlaskan Buana if Buana aware of the goods for a moment and they had time to talk or at least face to face. Not like this, Buana left without saying anything.

Andara gripped the blanket whose motives she did not recognize. The contents of his head are fucked. All this was beyond his shadow or plan. He always wanted to avenge Buana, but it didn't end like this. This is not part of his evil scenario.

Andara called Buana back. Didn't that guy promise to always come? Buana promised without him asking. Buana should have come. Andara rushes to find a cell phone, trying to unblock and call Buana's number like a loyalty. Once, twice, three times, the number is still inactive. He clucked and pressed the call button again.

"R. Andara." Vina snatched the phone in her grasp and hugged it. "Conscious, Ra. I know it's hard, but you have to be sincere. There is no Buana, Ra. Buana doesn't exist."

Andara was tired of crying, but the tears fell again without excuse.

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The target at the end of 2019 is to finish the book, but writing is not as easy as a plan, Comrade. Please patience.

I read all your comments. Believe me, readers can only hope, writers who will. There's no suspended animation here, is this a soap opera? This is Mangatoon tauk! 🤣

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