ANTIQUE NURSE
Season 2: Mode Again

Done is the task of The Myth to entertain cafe visitors, including visitors who birthday. The owner of the cafe is satisfied with the appearance of The Myth, he asked the band made by Kenan and friends to be the permanent filler of this cafe. Kenan is still thinking about it.

After the gig all the members of The Myth band gathered at the table occupied by Alisha. They enjoy the food and drinks provided by the cafe owner. Zahra also still survives in the cafe because the birthday event is still not over. Some of his friends steal a glance towards the table where Kenan is.

“Where is it?” ask Kenan.

“Udah home first.”

“Bang Irvin?”

“Sama.”

“Definitely bang Irvin nganterin Anya home. I told the parking attendant to car tire engine Anya hahaha,” chirped Revan.

“Sue lo!” pissed Kenan.

“Deliberate Nan. I just want to help bang Irvin so I can deketin Anya. He wants to apologize. Mouthful thought he had about Anya.”

“Sapa tell tuh mouth kaga no filter, play spray aja,” Kenan is still upset at Irvin.

“Vengeful bouquet very lo ama brother, I. Sorry napa. I've also negor bang Irvin as well as I swear also.”

“Nyubahin what lo?” ask Haikal.

“Gue vows bucin am Anya hahahaha.”.

“Bisa carut marut live brother lo kalo soan ama Anya hahahaha,” timpal Haikal and Kenan also ended up laughing too.

Alisha glanced at Viren who had just clenched her mouth. Her expressionless face and cold gaze made Alisha guess whether Viren was jealous of Irvin.

“Al... tar lo home ama who? If I still have business here,” said Kenan, disperse the girl's daydream.

“Heleh most want modusin the sister,” timpal Viren.

“Syrics from lo.”

“Lo back home with Revan, Al. Sorry I have to go to the house to do group work. If I do not nongol, my name will be crossed out,” Haikal continued.

“Waduh. I also can not. From here I want to win the English League. My favourite team to play, the classic Manchester City derby versus Manchester United,”.

“Heleh most also lost the blue,” chirps Haikal.

“Eittss make no mistake, The Citizen has won the Manchester derby many times. In quality The Citizen is better than MU.”

“Madura United mean lo? Yes it is definitely more classy mancit (Manchester City-red).”

“Hahahaha..”

Kenan's answer was immediately greeted by Haikal's laughter. The young man was satisfied to see Revan's face. As a fan of the red devils, it is certain that he does not accept his favorite team being underestimated. For him the club is still the best. A club that has given birth to a lot of great players, like David Beckham, Ronaldo or Marcus Rashford. While Kenan is an atmosphere destroyer, he prefers to be a stove, bully the losing team.

“If I like Liverpool,” Alisha chirps.

“Weh same noh rich bang Vir. Cieee.. don't-don't mate,” goda Haikal.

Alisha's face was met with red hearing Haikal's temptation. He hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that Viren would see him. Viren had no comment. He just took a piece of samosa and put it in Haikal's mouth at once. Revan choked to see it.

“Gue back yes,” Alisha wake up from her seat.

“Eh.. Al, who are you going home with?”

“Ribet very lively lo. I can take a taxi or taxi online. Stay cool, beres.”

Without waiting for another answer, Alisha immediately moved from her place. With long strides, the girl walked away from the cafe. In his disappointed heart, Viren had absolutely no initiative to drive him home, but others could not drive him. The girl let out a long sigh, it seemed like she had too much hope for the man.

Alisha stood on the sidewalk. The girl has not booked an ojek or taxi service online. He was instead thinking of using the angkot alone while letting go of his heart disappointment. Alisha's head continued to turn towards the right, waiting for the passing angkot. Suddenly he was surprised by the presence of people he did not want to see again.

“Al..”

“Do you want to see me again? Aren't you afraid of my father anymore?”

“By getting sorry from you, I'll do anything. Please forgive mom.”

“Go.”

Alisha chose to avoid. He walked away from Lisda who kept following him. Alisha quickens her pace and hopes the woman does not follow her again. The girl was upset because the angkot she was waiting for never came. He was back when someone touched his shoulder. In a fit of annoyance Alisha turned her body.

“I told you to go!!”his screeches.

“Al..”

Alisha gasped as she knew that the one patting her on the shoulder was not Lisda, but Viren. He looked behind Viren and could not find Lisda anymore. The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sorry bang, I guess Lisda's mother.”

“He followed you again?”

“Iya. That's why I thought it was Lisda.”

“Means don't go home alone.”

“Yes no one can take me home.”

Without replying to Alisha's words, Viren immediately pulled the girl's hand and brought her back to the cafe. While walking, the corner of the man's eye caught an SUV parked across the cafe. His eyes peeked at the car plate, then continued his steps again until he stopped in front of his car. The man opens the door for Alisha.

Viren circled the car body. But before the man got into it, he contacted Jacob first. Viren asks Jacob to find out the owner of the car he saw earlier. Completely Viren mentions the type of car, color and license plate number. He suspected the owner of the car had something to do with Lisda. After that Viren got into his car.

“Al..”

“Hmm.”

“You phone dad gih.”

“Ngapain?”

“Tell me it's a little maleman. We nobar Liverpool first yuk. Big match, his opponent Chelsea.”

“Nobar where bang?”

“In Liverpoolan cafe, want not?”

“Bby bang. Bentar yes.”

Alisha took her cell phone and called her father, asking for permission to go home some night. Knowing that Viren is with his son, of course Juna gives permission. The man believes Viren can take good care of Alisha.

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After Alisha and Viren left, it was Haikal's turn to leave, and his friend called. Now it's just Revan and Kenan. Just now Revan was leaving, when two of Zahra's friends approached. Zahra who saw it moved to sit near Kenan's table. He wondered what his friend was doing.

“Misi..” says one of the girls.

“Iya, what's up?” ask Revan.

“Hmm.. can you contact not?”

“Bby dong. What's her name beautiful?” gombalan change Revan out.

“I Mia, this Novi,” girl named Mia introduced herself as well as her friend.

“I, Revan,” Revan returned the second helping hand. Then they looked at Kenan who did not respond at all. Revan patted Kenan's arm, making the man raise his head.

“There are people who want to know noh.”

“Ooh.. I Hendra,” replied Kenan without taking a look from the phone. Revan rolled his eyeballs. Kenan didn't lie about Hendra's name. The word Hendra is taken from a fragment of his last name, Mahendra.

“By a photo together ngga?” ask Mia again.

“Bby.”

The two girls then took pictures together with Revan, continuing to alternate photos alone with the young man. Now it's their turn to ask Kenan for a picture.

“Hen, photos with yuk.”

“Gue is not an artist.”

“Photo once, yes. Please.”

Kenan set his eyes on the two girls who kept whining at him. His impromptu fan smile was instantly lost seeing the sharp gaze of the young man.

“If so ask for your hp number or medsos address,” exclaims Mia does not want to give up.

“My phone number is not for just anyone, and I also do not have social media. I unplug!”

Kenan snatched his bag and left the two girls. They were surprised it turns out that Kenan's attitude under the stage is not as warm as when on stage. Revan could only throw a grin while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Sorry yes.he is so original, jutek. Don't be fooled by a handsome face as well as a sweet smile. You know what a nickname is for him?”

“What?”

“Mledug pumps. It means he if he talks about the origin of the jeplak, what's good, not thought of with him. I'm talking about it without a filter anymore. Stop wishing so,” Revan patted Mia and Novi's arm slowly and then came out of the cafe.

Zahra was pensive to hear the conversation earlier. The girl was surprised to see Kenan's attitude just now. Contrary to the attitude of the young man towards her. He picks up a cell phone and searches for Kenan's number, which is named after the patient.

“What this is not the number is yes,” murmured Zahra slowly.

Out of curiosity, Zahra tries to contact Kenan. He wanted to know if the number Kenan gave him was the real number of the young man. Zahra stuck the flat object to her ear, waiting for an answer from across. Soon the call was connected.

“Halo beautiful.” Zahra was surprised, almost the phone in her hand dropped. It turns out that's Kenan's number.

“Halo my syringe, kok diem. I miss you yes.”

“Geer.”

“Keep my phone?”

“Mau mastiin aja, this is your number what not. It turns out, I want to give it to my friend who just named your number.”

“Try it if you dare to give. I'll be at IGD.”

“You make a fuss again?”

“Ngga. Kiss you in front of everyone. Kiss on the lips, not the cheeks. Let's give my number to your friend.”

Zahra immediately disconnects the call, it turns out Kenan remains crazy when talking to him. It was so different with his attitude. Seeing that his other friend was ready to go home, Zahra also prepared. After saying goodbye to Wirda, the girl rushed towards her motorbike.

Zahra vehicles are traveling at a speed that is tracing a fairly quiet road. Suddenly the engine stopped. Several times the girl tried to turn on the machine but to no avail. Then his eyes were on the gasoline indicator. Zahra patted her forehead, apparently she forgot to fill the gas. His eyes looked around, looking for a retail gasman, but nil.

Amidst his confusion, two burly men with tattoos filled both hands appeared. They immediately approached Zahra. At first the girl was happy to see someone who seemed to be helping. But after the two got closer, the sense of pleasure was changed with a feeling of anxiety.

“Why neng?”

“You want me to buyin?”

“Ngga nak kang. Show me where it is.”

“More neng, cape loh if push the motor. Gini aja, let me bring the bike, neng join me.”

“Ngga.. ngga.. please kang, thanks.”.

“Come neng.”

TIIINS.. TIII..

The two men jumped upon hearing the sound of a motor horn. Kenan, who was following Zahra from a distance, immediately approached as soon as he saw two foreign men approaching him. The young man pulled his bike over and got off his mount.

“Why The?” ask Kenan.

“The motor is out of gas.”

“Ck.. You've already been quipped. So wait aa, it's a play go. How the hell,” Kenan damaged the top of Zahra's head. Although uncomfortable but Zahra let what Kenan did, the important thing is that he was saved.

“Sorry if my girlfriend bothers me. Thanks for helping. Now let it be my business.”

The two men looked furious, but no doubt nodded their heads. They turned their bodies around and walked away leaving Kenan and Zahra talking about something.

“Thank you bang,” exclaimed Kenan while embracing Zahra's shoulder. Quickly the girl broke away from Kenan's embrace.

“Ngga try basic benefits, yes.”

“Not the principle of benefit, just deepening the role aja.”

“Basic mode.”

“That mode is my middle name.”

“Hendra mode is it?”

“My name is Kenan Mahendra Modus hahahaha.

Zahra silently glared at her smile. Although this man nearby sometimes can not brake his words, but he was happy because Kenan only did that to him. As for the other girl, the young man showed a different attitude. Zahra immediately regained consciousness, why did she even think about Kenan.

“Your motor why?”

“Enter gasoline.”

“In front there's a gas station, but it's pretty far too. Let me help setep.”

Kenan is back on the bike, and so is Zahra. Kenan started the engine and put his foot on Zahra's bike. Both motors move at the same time. Kenan's face looked cheerful, it seemed like he had to thank the gasoline that ran out at the right time.

Kenan deliberately drove his vehicle with moderate speed tend to slow because he did not want this togetherness quickly ended. But when crossing a quiet and quite dark road. Suddenly the two men who had approached Zahra, intercepted them.

“What's bang?” ask Kenan.

“Just help you aja.”

“Ngga need bang. The gas station is already deket, just another sampe.”

“But we changed our minds. Not only want to help you, but we want to try your motorbike with your girl also hahaha.”

Seeing the bad behavior of the two men, Zahra began to worry. He glanced at Kenan, but the young man still looked calm. He casually got off the bike without turning off the engine. Then walked up to the two men.

“Bby bang. Tuh mumpung machine is still on, try it aja.”

“So you girls also ya.”

“Bby. Origin brother can touch him.”

Zahra glared at Kenan's words. He was already scared to death, made even more fierce by the young man's response. The two men laughed softly, they walked over to the bike and Zahra. But while crossing Kenan, he quickly beat the two men.

Surprised by Kenan's attack, they hit Kenan instead. Zahra screamed and covered her face with both hands. He did not dare to look at the fight of the three people in front of him. A short time later, someone held her hand and let go of her face.

“Don't..don't bother me!”

“Sstt inject, it's me.”

Slowly Zahra opened her eyes. It turns out that the one who was holding his hand was indeed Kenan. He then looked behind the young man, seeing the man who was about to disturb him lying on the asphalt. One of the men got up and helped his partner stand up. Both quickly fled the place.

“Udah safe now. Let's go again.”

Nodding his head, Zahra got back on the bike. Kenan returned to running his vehicle while stepping on the Zahra motorbike. Two hundred meters later, they reached the gas station.

“Kang, full tank yes,” exclaim Kenan.

The gas station attendant immediately filled Zahra's gas tank. Kenan took his Kenan and took out a hundred thousand pieces. The young man handed the money to the pom officer after he finished filling the gas.

“Take the change.”

“Still mas.”

Kenan just held out his thumb. Zahra did not comment, but in his heart admitted that this young man turned out to be good too. Zahra must admit that Kenan is handsome, sweet-spoken, martial and not stingy. Only one drawback, his mouth that sometimes does not stop issuing reckless chatter and absurd sentences.

“Which area are you in? Let me drive you home.”

“Ngga.”

“Later if there was an incident like that, how? No prestige, I'll take home.”

Free to reject Kenan's offer, the young man would not accept rejection. He always had a variety of reasons to break his words. Finally Zahra just let Kenan follow the bike.

“You if abis service in the hospital, go home rich malem gini alone?”

“Sometimes delivered with me until home.”

“Cowok?”

“Iya.”

"Your boyfriend?"

"Not."

“Start tomorrow if you come home from Malem, call me. Let me take you back.”

“Whose are you? We're not that close, not mode.”

“Who's mode, I'm again effort kok hahahaha.”

Zahra didn't care about Kenan's words. He increased the speed of his bike, leaving Kenan behind. But not a mledug stove the name if you give up. He's back on Zahra's bike.

“Just call me if you come home tonight!” kenan said a little louder to be heard by Zahra.

“Ngga wants! I don't want to take neuropoxin. You are nobody!”

“Makanya love me label dong!”

“What label?!”

“Prospective husband!”

There was no reply from Zahra, the girl continued to drive. When the motorbike he was driving passed through Ancol market, he turned the motor into a street called the type of fish and entered the alley, passing through a row of housing that was there. The motor then stopped in front of the small house.

“This is your home?”

“Iya. Thanks yeah. Oh this is to replace the gasoline,” Zahra opened his bag to take the wallet.

“Ngga.”

“But I don't want to owe.”

“Pay in cilok.”

“Hah?”

Kenan waved his hand and launched his motorcycle, leaving Zahra still confused by the young man's words. Though at that time he deliberately bought a peek with a lot of sambal, let Kenan kapok but the young man was addicted. Unknowingly the girl smiled as she put her bike in.

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Anya floated her gaze towards the lights coming from the building as well as the residential residents. Seeing the view of Bandung at night from a height never bored him. He and Irvin are still in the dining area in the Cartil area. After dinner, they decided to stay. Sit down and enjoy the view.

“nya.. I'm really sorry about the incident at that time.”

“Ya already, bang. Don't talk about it anymore. In fact, be bete again me if inget it.”

“Ok. ok.. sorry,” Irvin damaged Anya's head crest. Again a subtle sigh greeted him while doing that.

“Eh but...” Anya seems hesitant to continue his words.

“But what?”

“Eng.. Why don't you like birthday?”

Irvin was silent when Anya asked. The man was instead daydreaming, with his eyes looking straight ahead. Seeing the change in Irvin's face, Anya regretted asking that.

“Sorry bang. Brother don't try to answer if you don't want.”

“Before marrying Mama Nay, papa married first with mama Nabila, sister of mama Nay. From his first marriage, I was born. But when Nabil was pregnant, he was sick. My mother had an autoimmune disease. Doctors recommend aborting the womb because pregnancy can endanger his life. But mama didn't want to. Mama kept her pregnancy, until she finally gave birth to me normally. Mama's condition is weak due to her illness, plus bleeding experienced, two hours after giving birth to me, mama died.”

Now it was Anya's turn to be silent, the girl regretted asking that. He had already opened the wound in Irvin's heart. Just now Anya was about to comment, when Irvin resumed his story.

“At first I did not know and thought that Mama Nay was my real mother. But when I went up to 1st grade Junior High, papa told me everything. Papa also took me to my mother's grave. Since then every birthday, I always visit my mom's grave. Spent a lot of time there, telling me anything. I don't want to celebrate my birthday anymore either. How can I celebrate happiness on the day of my mother's death.”

“Sorry bang. I really don't know about it. If I had known, I wouldn't have wasted my brother's time, blocking my brother from going to Aunt Nabil's grave. Sorry about bang.”

“I know, His. Sorry too, I've been consumed by Jihan's incitement. I shouldn't be acting that hard as you.”

Anya looked towards Irvin. The young man saw it too. For a moment the two's gaze met and locked onto each other. Irvin's hand moved to pick up a sheet of dried leaves that stuck to Anya's hair.

“It turns out you're beautiful too huh, His.”

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**Sadly the driver is almost limited, forced to CUT🤣

Monday all othors are made gallons because the novel is not up. So who asked² obviously yes. Easy² no constraints today🤲

Anya Part - Irvin, Alisha - Viren continue tomorrow yes**