Andara's Revenge
Croaky Voice's

It was not entirely his fault, it was also my fault.

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Vina stretched out a hug while patting Andara's back. The girl can see the sadness that surrounds her. "Patience, Ra. You have to learn to trust him. This is not just for you, but for him as well. I'm sure Buana must be sad to know you're like this."

Andara nodded bitterly. His hands repeatedly wiped the cries. True said Vina, if Buana knew the guy must be sad. Andara tried to quench the sobs and took a deep breath. He should be fine for himself, for Buana, for Kaluna. Oh, aye. How is Kaluna? He had not even had time to talk to the little sister since meeting at Buana's house. Is Kaluna still crying like herself?

Andara's view swept around. Where is he now? This room is like unoccupied. Beds, closets, and room contents are matching colors, but an empty dressing table indicates this room is uninhabited.

The door that had been knocked down, someone came from behind. A neat-looking figure that felt familiar began to approach them. You think you've seen that face. He began to try to remember.

"Andara is conscious? May I speak to Andara for a moment?" ask the man for permission to Vina.

Vina nodded and got up away, leaving the two of them side by side. The empty seat Vina left behind began to occupy the man.

"I ... Papa Buana," he introduced himself with a hoarse-sounding voice. "I'm sorry I forced you to talk now, but I don't have much time left. This is only twelve hours to serve my own son."

There was a free spot at the end of the man's eyes and it was instantly wiped out. Youara chose to be silent with the body that still feels weak. He was eagerly waiting for the continuation of the hanging sentence earlier.

"I know what happened between you and Buana. As far as what mistakes you've made," the man was calm, but it seemed to blow up your heart, especially when the man looked straight into his eyes. "I would like to tell you that my family and I will be responsible for what Buana has done."

Freezing begins to creep in your body. He had never prepared himself to talk to Buana's parents let alone discuss such a serious matter like this. He knew once his mouth was often sassy and youara was afraid of mispronouncing.

"Because Buana's gone, sorry, I can't make Buana pay for her mistake by marrying you, but if you need moral or material help, I'll definitely take responsibility." The man then took a very long breath, trying to ease his own heart's worries.

"Andara don't be afraid. Even if there is a seed that Buana planted, and you do not want to take care or raise it. Be cleansed for us. Me and my family will take care of the child. Also about indemnity, if there is any loss you feel needs to be replaced, please let us know."

Your heart feels like something. He looked at the man with eyes that were wet again. There's the same eye line as Buana's there. A look that can make him look down. Andara shook her head because she did not need compensation. He just wants Buana. "I'm not pregnant, Mom."

The face that looked tangled in front of Andara fell silent, then took a slow breath before nodding. "Before I got home, I heard reports that you fainted. I'm sorry if I thought that I didn't think especially when Nina had told me about the intimacy of the two of you," explained papa Buana honestly.

"I, on behalf of my family, apologize if there is bad Buana behavior, hurtful words or harmful behavior. Whatever his faults, may you forgive the deceased so he can rest there."

Andara nodded with tears that slid back down. He should be the one apologizing. Mistakes are not just hers. There's a role for him there too. He is the intellectual actor of the things that happened to Buana. He is responsible for everything, but what should he do? Buana is no more.

The man turned to the watch on his wrist. "If you need help, just let my assistant know. Tell her your number later. If there's anything tell him. Me and my family will still help you, you."

Andara nodded with a tongue. Not only Kaluna, Buana's papa is also very good. Not as terrible as his estimate.

"I'll excuse you. I had to take responsibility for something I didn't do" the man said, smiling bitterly and turning to open the door.

"Lho's? Kaluna?" reprimand papa Buana to someone leaning on the door frame. "Luna is nagging, huh?"

Kaluna just kept silent without comment while continuing to fold her hands on her chest. The look on the woman's face was tight and glanced at her with a look of wrath.

"Lun, Papa has to go. You take good care of yourself." The father hugged Kaluna for a while and scrambled the top of the woman's head before leaving, leaving them both in stiffness.

Andara did not know what to say when Kaluna began to approach him with a look of dislike. The girl's eyes stoned her.

"Is it true what I heard?" investigate Kaluna while rubbing the nose that is still red. "Bak's message is very sad. Is this because of what you once made to Brother?"

"Thus ... Brother is sad not because Brother died. Brother is sad because he is afraid that no one is responsible for Brother. Is that?" leaning Kaluna towards Andara. "Is that right, brother?"

Andara breathed heavily. Why discuss this when he can't concentrate?

"No, Lun. It's not like you think," Andara refused. Although it is not the right time, there is something that must be understood by Kaluna, at this time. "I was sad because he died. It's still a dream, I don't believe."

He looked back at Kaluna's eyes that were weeping. "I admit we've made that mistake, but I never add another mistake, Lun," he explained. "The story of Buana and me is complicated. It's hard to explain it to you. To be sure, this story is not something you should be looking for."

The angle of Kaluna's eyes is still pointed even though the eyes are watery. You pull your legs down from the bed. He grabbed the bag and cell phone that Vina had snatched. It was late afternoon, he wanted to go home.

"I know you must be very disappointed with us, but please never hate me as Buana, yes. Hate his mistakes, not his. Soin our mistakes this lesson for you without you having to try too," pinta Andara lirih. "If I could, I wouldn't make any mistakes either. It's a lot of my fault, but time never goes backwards, right?"

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The toll road to Soekarno Hatta Airport is quite crowded at eleven. Some cars chase with flight schedules that mepet until it looks like they want to fly if possible. In Deni's car, Natha repeatedly complains and insinuates the unusual Kin - usually asking to be escorted to the airport.

"Three and a half years of college in Johor, this time spoiled. Leave alone use ask to be delivered all. Really bad, huh?" rutuk Natha while looking at the Diska next to her. Cengkareng is far away, although there is a toll road yes still far away.

"Only once did I ask for anterin, you bring half dead," decak Kin while turning on the music player. "I didn't buy Bvlgari Omnia."

"No, Kin. No need! Stale hunters know?!" reply Natha who was overwritten with the nudity of Deni. "That's for your meal with Andara, yeah. Just drink the verdict already, the meal-eat time is not yet?"

"When do I have a drink to celebrate the verdict?" Kin looked at the bench behind him.

"Last week, the one you took to Splash. That's not a verdict drink?"

Kin clucking. It was not at all to celebrate the verdict. The plan was to invite him to Splash in the hope that you can join them. Well, just an effort to get back together. "Originally, you nuduh. I've never tried to break up like you on," he said while raising the volume.

The Secret Adoration song from Sheila On 7 was playing from the radio on the air and after the song subsided, Natha giggled amusedly when she heard Andara's voice there. "Well you tell the ex that's on the broadcast yet if you're back today?" goda.

Obviously not. Kin could only stare into the streets ahead and ignore Natha's question. Why tell Andara? That girl won't care if she comes or goes from Jakarta. Andara time is only confiscated for Buana, especially since Buana accident. Kin never met you again at Best FM or at their boarding house, the girl must have always spent time in the hospital.

Andara's voice is still heard filling the void in the car, accompanying Deni who is serious with the street, Diska playing mobile phone, while Natha from work just mocked him. Kin liked the color of your voice, a kind of voice that was a bit hoarse but still sounded carefree. The girl is indeed suitable to be a young radio broadcaster, people who hear you broadcast can certainly be interested in itself.

"At the end of 2019 there are still some of you who adore people secretly? Because the thought of falling in love with people who will not be possible to have so finally choose to hold aja. Lots of them, huh? But .. people won't know how you feel if you don't tell me, Besties. Everything's back to you, anyway. Whether to tell or not, that's a choice. As if you think too, do not let it all be late and you become regretful," said Andara still chattering crispy.

"Well, I'd like to read the request on Best FM's Twitter. Make Winda and Kiki who asked Sheila On 7, already playing yes. Don't worry anymore, it's 2020 keleus."

Andara's insinuation that was insinuating made Kin smile for a moment. This youre joking tends to satire and sarcasm, but even that makes the girl different.

"Hello, Wita. How are you doing? You asked Maroon 5 the Memories. Cielah, still remember the same memory of the past what how, huh? Moving on is difficult indeed. Sometimes, people you like have moved, but your heart is still on the same as her."

Kin clenched his lips again when he heard Andara's amused laughter. The laughter felt close to his ears. A pleasant laugh that felt as if Youara chuckled directly while with him. Kin is still sharpening his hearing to listen to the broadcast Andara.

"There's also Indra. Woy, Bro! Tumben? He said he wanted word that vocalist Marionette..." Andara's voice hangs, Kin can hear the chick being intercepted. There is no further follow-up even though the accompanying song is still playing.

Kin furrowed his brows in wonder. What was? Why is the mesh long enough? He was like catching a faint sob between the escort songs.

Natha also noticed the peculiarity just now. The girl came closer to the front and tightened the volume of the radio, waiting for Andara to continue talking. But what came later was a male voice that was no stranger to loyal listeners of Best FM.

"Besties, I'm Tata. I want to tell you that just our friend, our friend, one of the proud vocalists of Indiebest, Buana Universe has returned to the side of Allah SWT. May his worship be accepted by God and all sins be blotted out. We of the Best FM extended family are deeply saddened and deeply lost."

Natha shrieked in shock and looked at her who was still trying to digest what Tata had said just now. Who died? Universe Buana?

"Kin, Buana's dead," hissed Natha who had already hurriedly checked her phone. The girl's hand is squeezed by holding a cellphone whose screen still displays the status of a known person.

Kin moved to reach for Natha's phone. He also saw the Snapgram of the broadcaster Best who averaged the same thing: Buana died and this afternoon will be buried.

He was still confused by the news until he found a photo. Kin was sure it was Andara and the girl looked very grieved. There was something noisy beating his chest, taking down all the long considerations Kin could always do.

Kin turned to Deni who was listening to the two of them. "Den, just turn around."

"Seriously?" hiss Deni couldn't believe it. "Where are you, Nath?"

"TPU Tanah Kusir" replied Natha as she leaned her head against the window. The girl still looks shaken.

"So, we're going to the Land of the Carpenter, right? What's abomination?" said Deni still shook his head in amazement when he found Kin nodding surely in response.

"Yes, cheers. Free of charge you racers," Kin replied urgently.

Deni car that has entered the airport then turned back to the airport toll back. The driver was clucking when he found a solid road. Next to Deni's hand held the gears, it was really like I was fighting on the circuit.

"Who is that?" tanya Diska in between the roar of the car trying to overtake here and there. Neither Deni, nor Diska necessarily knew Buana.

"When it ...." Natha buzzed, confused herself to want to explain about Buana to Diska.

"The servant of Andara," said Kin. "Cowok who yesterday I said still loved Andara."

The car became quiet. Deni did not dare to comment and Diska only rounded the lips of the sign of understanding. Each of them said nothing more, busy with their thoughts.

Kin himself chose to open the phone, attaching some need for ticket cancellation. Right now, the desire to meet Andara is huge, beating anything.

Within an hour Deni's car was approaching the cemetery area in question, only a lot of vehicles so they stopped in the entrance to the tomb.

"You guys get down there. Let me find parking." Deni nodded towards Kin, understanding how his cousin was fretting earlier.

Kin patted Deni's shoulder for a moment before jumping down. Half-running, he headed to the block that was crowded with people. It seems that he is not too late, Buana is still in the process of being buried. Behind him, Natha and Diska also followed down.

Chief Kin turned his head to the right and to the left, looking for the figure of Andara. However, mourners are too many. He can't get close to the navel.

"That's Andara" said Diska pointing to a girl sitting on the ground.

Kin sharpened his gaze in the direction Diska meant. That's right Andara. Finally it was also seen that was sought after the mourners gradually left the tomb.

The three of them approached Andara. The girl was crying sobbing next to the navel that was already full of flowers.

As Kala Kin approached the navel, he could hear you whimpering Buana's name. It was obvious that the girl was struck because her voice was no longer as carefree as usual. Andara's moans sounded raucous, released from the bottom of his heart and after that, Andara's body drooped down right at his feet.

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Happy New Year 2020.

The year has changed, his heart is still the same. Heu~

One of the functions of us reading a novel is to get the lesson. Yeah, no, anyway? At the beginning, I like to laugh when people have commented on my character.

❎ Ih, You're a smoker, drinker, dugem maker.

❎ There is no soft-soft being a girl.

❎ Too wild, dlsb.

Well, actually we can see it from many points of view. Why can the character be like that? What's his background so he's like that?

From there we also learn human traits around us. Since fiction is mostly taken from real stories, writers usually observe around. 😂

Youara is a bad shit! I didn't make Cinderella or Mary Sue. The story of Andara Vengeance is not a religious story, temans. It's an adult romance. 🤭

My hope is still, there is wisdom that can be taken at the ends. Don't miss the bad example, woy. 🙈