Andara's Revenge
Numero Uno's

List of songs that can be played while reading this chapter:

Bebi Romeo - Love You and Him

Rice - If Only You Could Choose

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Memories are the most beautiful places

Save you fancy

Without ever being foreign and obsolete

You don't change your hometown

Which I have always missed

This song is about you,

This heart is still yours,

Former number one...

Yours belongs to God is second to none

Your smile is like a passage of time

Pulling me back in time

This song is about you,

This heart is still yours,

Former number one...

Some say that a song is a simple time machine that can restore every memory. With the heavy sound of Buana which is only accompanied by guitar quotes, this song is not acted with a musical instrument fuss. Obviously, Marionette put forward the lyrics and the peculiarities of Buana's voice. The usual Indra bus betotan is fast, no, Choky drum beatings are strong also nonexistent. Like a soloist, it all centers on Buana. I don't know why all this is like a marker that was created unconsciously, if in the end this song became the last song Buana.

Since Andara was re-assigned to Creative Production Indiebest, she did not want to listen, did not want to know, did not want to care about this song. Even he defied not to play this song if it was on his playlist during the broadcast. Just as he raised Marionette, he also cut off Marionette's leg afterwards. There was not a single Marionette song that she had ever played after Buana decided. Sabotage is indeed easy if one has access and Bang Anco or anyone else is not aware of it.

Until finally today Youara played Ex Number One and was stunned during the song play. He still remembers Indra saying what he said backstage. The guy said that he created this song Buana, complete with a typical satirical grin Indra and acted out the mockery of other personnel as well as flat face Buana as if he heard nothing.

Did this song Buana write for him? Andara biting lips. The corner of his eyes returned hot and this was even more stifling. The moment in which he tried to hold back with all his might so that tears did not drip. It has been a week since Buana's departure, for six days he was also given freedom without broadcast. Bang Rodi is like giving him time to rest by not putting his name on the broadcast schedule last week.

For six days he slept, woke up, looked up, cried, wrapped in a blanket. There is no desire for anything and no spirit of life. He only wants to be able to meet Buana even in a dream.

It's the first time you've returned to the studio after a moron crying in front of a live microphone. And he repeated the stupid thing again, this time not crying in front of a live microphone, but gawking as long as possible when the song had stopped and the autopilot system was not activated. Your consciousness is like leaving, his head is empty.

Dead water is the biggest mistake of a broadcaster. If the sembulity of the tongue, wrong mention of the name or title of the person, or sprains mention the date, can still be rectified by the broadcaster by apologizing, but the water dead after a song is played is a quadratic error, but, mistakes that cannot be asked for forgiveness. Broadcasters can't suddenly open the mic between silent pauses without any sound by saying, "Sori was dead air." Or, "Sori, not intentionally."

So did Andara, after being yelled at by Bang Rodi from his room as high as three octaves to be heard into the studio room. He who finally realized could only slip the jingle station radio and rush to raise one more song then resigned to anger.

"Concentrate, Andara. Is a week still not enough for self-healing?" bang Rodi's jolt with furrowed brows.

Andara did not answer. He just looked down, realizing his mistake. A week is not enough, a month is not necessarily. I don't know, he wasn't sure time would heal any pain.

Being professional is sucks.

You realize he is not someone who is professional over all that is done. For example, when launching revenge against Buana, is he a professional with his role? No, he's carrying a heart! While doing the scenario with Kin there were no professionals because he really liked it. The last broadcast was also unprofessional and this time also failed. It feels like nothing he does expertly except in terms of berating someone. And he chided himself again for the umpteenth time.

The broadcast finished with many important questions invaded Andara. He began to question the existence in the world of broadcasting. He likes music, likes it, but being a broadcaster is not just about liking music, right? By being the broadcaster of Best FM, wherever he is, there is an invisible flag carried over his head. He was charged with the responsibility of radio representation.

The water drops slowly when your feet reach the first floor. The face of the grayish-white sky made the surroundings feel dim. The lights that have not been lit add to the gloomy atmosphere of Best FM. The lower occupants of the average Best EO crew are preparing the location for the turn of the year event, later tonight. Small stages began to be assembled, backdrops were installed, musical instruments and DJ devices were also tested.

He glanced at the sofa set that was in front of the Best EO office. Usually his Buana and Marionette would sit there after filling the show off the water, he said, just chat with the Best EO crew or sit in the corner of the park if the event has started to observe each show. Buana often noticed him even in silence. You can feel that the view of the guy often leads to him. After the breakup was still like that, from that dim corner, Buana hid and monitored from there.

Andara menhidu. He still thought that Buana would come, whether in his nights or in his dreams, but Buana never came again. Just passing a moment in a dream was never. He cleared his throat for a moment and lowered his head through the room. Shadows seduced or other dijaili also stared Buana still in the pelupuk and blur the visibility. No, she's not crying. His eyes only water a little, just a lubricant for the retina so as not to dry.

Slowly, he headed for the security guard post, sitting there looking at the drizzle that looked as sharp as a gravel blow. Maybe tomorrow or the next day, he'll be more stupid than today. Could be.

Andara bristles, starts to worry. Maybe he started thinking about resignation. Entering the sixth semester is also not a mess for law students whose past semester values are freefall. Nasakom, if the term campus children. The fate of a coma. Yes, the GPA is only 1.95 not up to two. The value of his UAS dropped, many tasks are not collected because of the life he was afraid of overlapping between work, college and personal problems.

But where does it come from if it doesn't work? So the broadcaster or MC is obviously more friendly to the lecture schedule than being a workwoman of a fast food restaurant or coffee barista. After all, he knew nothing about coffee and said people, working at a fast food restaurant was exhausting.

Andara's daydream is disturbed when a car stops in front of him. The car's window glass descended slowly and there was Kin's face turned towards him. "Ra, come on."

Andara raised a puzzled eyebrow until Kin invited her up for the second time. "What's that doing?" the question is still not moving from the top of the bench long guard post.

"Let me take you, where are you going? Get in here."

The guy opened the door from the inside so inevitably Andara also entered. The rain that falls on the head.

"Is there a lecture today?" tanya Kin while running the black BMW X series. At first glance you can capture the picture that this car is a new car. The interior is too perfect, too clean for the old car, after all the whole inside and outside is obvious if this shiny and smooth car is a new car.

Andara shakes. "It's off until next week."

"Oh, that. I went in the day after, again," said Kin.

You choose to nod and then shut up. Long time no personal communication with Kin made him so awkward. Don't know what to say to that guy. He buzzed. "Kin, actually I'm going to Buana's house. Later in the afternoon there's her seventh-day studies."

Kin glanced at the clock and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm interrupting," he said silent for a moment.

"Gue's back tomorrow," Kin added as he realized you didn't say anything more. The guy looked at Andara. "But I want to talk to you for a moment. So when I see you at the security guard post, I immediately turn around."

Kin's car stopped at a coffee shop in the campus area. You didn't expect Kin to know this fairly new store. He himself had been here, once, to talk to Buana. "Should it come here?" he murmured unconsciously.

"Why?" Kin stopped turning off the engine to wait for Andara's approval.

"When you go somewhere else, can you?" andara Pinta. He saw a second-floor window that looks from behind the car glass. The shadow of Buana was still there. Sitting with two steaming tea glasses that were already available on the table with a view that he could not understand. Now you know the meaning of that view, the look of restlessness, sadness, despair and pain.

"Why?" asked Kin again while staring right into his eyeballs. "Because of Buana's memory? He's been here with her, hasn't he?"

Andara's flabbergasted face was out of control. His mouth reflexively opened and he stared at Kin with eyebrows intertwined between disbelief as well surprised.

"Gue knows how you've been here, when you said you had a friend's affair." Kin pulled flat lips. "And you said at that time, you'll call me back again but you don't call me."

Your heart's beating feels gripping the neck. He was like a protruding mitraliur and was killed on the spot at one time.

"Why don't you tell me the same story, Ra? Why should I know you're here from Rizki, and know what you two made of CCTV?"

"C-CCTV?" tanyanya stutters.

Kin nodded while leaning his back against the seat after shrinking the volume of the music. "Gue ever tell you that Rizki invited me to make a coffee shop business? This is his coffee shop. In fact I follow your input for creations as well as tea offerings. Poor me, I haven't been able to bring you here. You came here first with Buana."

Andara's lips are still hanging open. A broadcaster is also human, can be confused choosing words.

The rain was getting heavier outside, from the music player Kin car sounding clanking piano playing and Bebi Romeo sound followed later.

Broken my heart, remembering you

Become pieces, after you're gone

Leave the affection

who have ever stopped, among us

There is, dear

Songs that feel cornered and aware of Andara. Because when he fell in love with Kin, there was still Buana on the inner side of the feeling. He's running out of voices.

"Gue's not trying, Ra. I choose silence when Buana busy nyariin lo up to DM-DM me. I kept quiet when I found out what you were doing with Buana behind me. I kept quiet when I got the news about you until I saw the video lo same Buana. Lo hugged Buana here, at Best FM, where else, I don't know. I don't want to get angry. I'm just waiting for the story, Ra."

Andara could only clutch tightly to her own finger. After getting a bright path for all the reasons of Buana, this time the veil regarding Kin also opened.

It was my fault, which I could never

Leave her, 'tuk with you

Although 'tuk trus together

'there will be a heart, which will hurt

And I know you don't want to

"Not until we were friends, what can we tell you? Why is the time we date even strange, even tenuous, even a lot of closed?" muttered Kin staring forward, like talking to himself. "If you want to live both, is it possible that someone can share the taste for two different people with the same capacity? Impossible, isn't it?"

Again forgive me

because of me, love you and him

Forgive me, I can't

leave her

Lying that your eyes don't condense, this time. And an apology can never return everything to the starting position, to zero. In the end, all of this was his fault. About Buana, about Kin, about everything she thought she was the one who was hurt. In reality, he was the main actor of all this serial chaos.

Realizing that he did not want to go down in that place, Kin then pulled back the car, drove back on the highway, towards Buana's house. "Truly said Buana. Whatever the story, you will return to him," said Kin grimacing a little and then smiled softly. A smile of understanding that was patiently able to find his estimate did not miss.

"Kin, you should hear my version of the story too." Andara gathered all the lost courage and vocabulary. Kin needed to know, because the uncommunicative assumption was only devastating and communication would not be effective if he could not hold back or sadness.

"Call remember Bima? Zella's boyfriend who we met at Aly & Fila?" ask Andara while suppressing the suffering that has spread.

He began to tell her all, explaining why he did not call Kin back, explaining that after meeting Buana, he was caught up in the consequences of the leave lie that the top of Best FM realized.

"Gue is wrong, but I have no intention of lying to you. I want to tell the story freely, calmly but just have time to be able to call the same lo also does not exist," he said, "gue met Buana to finish it all, to finish it all, make him remember not to bother me, don't bother us. It's my fault, don't tell me. I'm sorry, Kin."

Kin silenced, seeking the truth from Andara's eyes. Crowded cars piled up on the wet road into a Kin diversion after finding the answer to what he saw. "It's not just you who's wrong, I am too. Maybe all this is too late to communicate, but said Diska, the contents of the heart of people will not be guessed if not spoken directly. Rather, we can both learn if guessing without confirmation is heretical."

Andara nodded slowly, agreeing to Kin's words. However, it seems, there is something that needs to be corrected from the words of the man. "Lo's not my escape. I really like you, Kin. I met Buana also to tell her that I am .. love and love you," I'm honest. Kin was never an escape from Buana. Even with Kin, he felt aware that his heart was still throbbing alive.

There was a heavy sigh blowing from Kin's lips. Without a sound, Kin deflected the steering wheel, entering the Buana housing. The guy slowed down the speed of the vehicle when it was near.

"If Buana were still there and you faced two choices between me and him. Which one will you choose, Ra?" ask Kin in a doubtful tone.

Wish it? Andara smiled bitterly with a face holding back tears. He knew it never existed. He never wanted to get caught up in that supposition because if he knew Buana was going to die, of course he would not take revenge. He will choose to solve all the problems between them as well and civilized as an adult human.

"Gue also love and love you, but somehow, I'm sure that you faced the same choice earlier. You must have chosen Buana."

Andara held her breath and she was like a human drowning in an ocean. Tight chest. Loss manifests itself through death. Loss of life is really lost that will never be expected to come back, even using a marker. Andara blinked with an angle that started to heat up. "Gue doesn't know, Kin," he sighed.

"Lo knows the answer, but you're telling me. You still think he's up until now?"

The tears can no longer stand you. Guilt blisters always come to you whenever you remember Buana. "Gue doesn't understand my own feelings. After he went to the hospital, I just found out what made him look like to me" he quipped. "And the thing is, what I've been doing to him is too evil. I admit all on the basis of my analysis alone, without me realizing that I myself am the cause of all musabab."

Kin's car stopped near Buana's house. Around the house, there were already several parking cars. You can see that the Buana home page is also installed tarup to accommodate guests so that it cannot be used for parking.

"Sometimes you need to borrow someone else's eyes, if you yourself can't value yourself," explains Kin while shredding a tissue. "You feel clear, Ra. You still need Buana in a special place, in your heart."

Without rebuffing, Andara shrank her tears and calmed her sedation. He couldn't possibly appear with a cry-out face like this.

"It's supposed to be our New Year Eve in Sentosa tonight, huh?" cananda Kin switched the conversation. During his time with Andara, the girl had indeed cried with him, but never as hard as when Buana died. Andara's cries were heart-wrenching, sadness was greater than the rain, nothing could be covered up by the girl.

"That's what broke me up, Comrade!" grunting Andara with a voice still stingy but trying to joke. "Rasain lo be jomlo."

Kin began to release a laugh, wiping Andara's head at a glance. "Yes, sori. Comrade Andara is always right. Don't be sad, yeah. You're ugly if you cry."

"Lo makes me cry, woy!" Andara throws a tissue plan that has been clumped. She then remembers Natha's story that Kin was the one who wiped her out when she fainted in Buana's pusara. "Snitch, thank you, I helped you when I fainted the other day."

"Anytime, Ra."

"Thanks also you canceled departure just to come to Buana's funeral."

"Smooth leak as well as Natha," decak Kin chuckled as he grabbed something behind his seat. "Make your tea supplies, sori, I forgot you want to love him. Oh, yes, next year maybe I will rarely go home, want to pursue the thesis."

You receive a paper bag containing boxes of tea. His dim eyes began to sparkle. "Thanks, Kin. Don't you come down?"

Kin shook his head. "Gue hasn't packed."

"It's that way. Thank you very much, Comrade. Good luck with the script. Be careful on the road." Andara grabbed the bag and opened the car door to get down. However, Kin reached for his wrist.

"Ra, one more thing that hasn't been done. I don't want to pervert the same speculation for the second time," Kin said as he looked into his eyes. "Because from that conclusion I have not answered. Now, I want to answer my question. You still love Buana?"

Andara was silent. He took Kin's hand and held it. Maybe he's late, but better late than never. He was sure Buana must have heard, out of nowhere. He wanted to tell the guy that his confession this time was not just a formality to please him.

"Yes," he nodded. A still sore heart, a cry that never subsides and a loss that slaps hard. Perhaps this wound is the way love shows how truly she feels about Buana. That guy is still number one in his life. "Thank you for realizing that I still love him and love him."

Kin's smile was printed wide and sincere. That guy was clammy. With Kin gone, both Andara and Kin themselves realized that there was no hope for their relationship.

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Haaaaai! Long time ago update?!

Principle, Comrade, Principle! 😄

I'm not the one who wrote it first, the later revision. It was like that, even the plot became a mess.

So, long update because I reread again. 😣

What kind of comments this time?