Ash-boss
Black Covering Old Book
“ Aksara?! ”
The call from across the window of the building diverted the silent Aksara at the corner of the library
with the old black book he opened.
“ I went there huh? ” Laras pointed towards Aksara who was still staring at the girl named Laras strangely from inside the library room. Throwing a glance from the window in front of him, Aksara now slowly closed the black-covered old book he had opened.
He looked at the direction of Laras who opened the library door with his leisure. But from the reflection of the shadow of the window of the existing Aksara can see many times Laras who-now-walk-to-direction seen opening various kinds of gates of death and then open many gates that are increasingly open gates it's getting darker and looks dreary. The barrel is also seen passing through many different paths. Various airs appeared and filled every library room as soon as the figure of the girl named Laras stood before him.
“ What's up? ” asked Aksara so Laras is now still frozen in front of him.
Barrel was quite jolted with the thing he saw in just the blink of an eye. The character who was different from himself is now waiting for the answer to the question posed by the young man to him.
“ Sorry I interrupted you for a moment! ” says Laras whispers. He realized that he was now in the library. He pulled the chair in front of Aksara slowly.
“ What's up? ” is still staring in the same way, Aksara still ignore the girl who is now sitting next to him.Aksara still pay attention to the black-coated old book he carries. It's not his book.
“ About the book. ” Laras. “ I've been meaning to return it a few days ago. But loe no one came in. ”
“ This book? ” Aksara seems a little surprised by what Laras just said. He picked up the black-covered old book he was carrying and showed it to Laras to just convince him that Laras could indeed see the black-covered old book.
“ Yes! ” nod Laras sure. “ About its contents... ” Laras hangs his sentence. He saw Aksara expressing quite differently this time. His forehead is a little wrinkled.
“ Contains? What happened to this old book? ” Aksara again try to convince yourself with the words Laras.
“ Sorry! ” Covering both hands, Laras lowered his head while closing his eyes. “ I read yesterday a few pages. ” back glance, Laras breathed a sigh of relief to see that Aksara did not seem angry with his sassiness.
The turn of Laras who stared in wonder. “ That time lo see me in the bushes... ” Late silent when the mangosteen-manggut alphabet.
“ So that time is well??? ” said Aksara after seeing the events of the day on the eyes of Laras. The day he saw the figure of Laras whose face was mostly covered by long hair and had thought Laras was a ghost figure who lost and had no direction to aim. Smiling knots, Aksara finally really noticed the figure of the girl who was now sitting sweetly in front of him.
Nodding to the response he received, Laras tried to justify his slightly tilted sitting position facing the Aksara. Baras smiled a little stiffly before he finally returned to his voice.
“ ...a death goes hand in hand with one life story. What does that phrase mean? ” Adjustable
repeating the part of the sentence he remembered from one of the pages of the black-covered old book which he thought belonged to the Aksara.
“ Why? ”
“ I want to know. That's it. ” replied Laras. It was a deep curiosity. Laras really felt he had to find the answer of every curiosity to the contents of the black-covered old book.
“ Means, .. ” another hand suddenly coiled sweetly on the shoulder Barrel. The hand of the young man who has now been sitting casually on the table-behind Laras was trying to find the most comfortable position to be able to last longer in the boat Laras. “ Death can lurk anytime, anywhere, and in all sorts of ways. ”
Everyone also knew such general knowledge. Laras glanced in annoyance.
" Hey! " Greet the young man with a smile that is quite ignorant both for Aksara or for Laras himself.
Aksara stared silently.
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