Ash-boss
Thousand Stories: The man in black

"Laras, is that really you?!" said the man dressed in black in front of Laras.

Baras did not answer. He just kept silent while investigating the figure of the man in front of him now. Several moths flew behind the back of the lacquered-haired young man. Under the black suit he wore, there was nothing else striking from his figure.

"Who are you?"

"You asked me who?"

"Yes! Whoareyou? Why do you know my name?"

"What made you forget me?! Is that the script?!" growled the man. A black shadow resembling a wing appeared behind the man's back before the Baras. Black Eve burst out from all parts of her body.

"Who are you really???" Laras emphasized his words.

The man in front of Laras clenched his hands tightly. Resisting the emotional turmoil that overflowed his memory of the events in the nameless valley that had drowned his soul into the darkness.

"Is it so easy for you to forget me?!"

"Yes!" laras stressed the question asked by the man who is now widening his wingspan in the form of a black smoke puff. Swallowed all the light around the barrel and made everything so dark.

Barrel opened his eyes slowly. Look around him. Seeing the curtains on the window of his room was fluttered by the wind that entered through the ventilation between the doors of his room.

"Dreams?!" mumbles Baras. The girl patted the face with both hands. "The story carried over into the dream."

Barrel pulled back his blanket. Dunked that face on the pillow in front of him and continued his sleep peacefully. The sunlight that began to burst through the window slit of the room, did not dampen Laras' intention to continue his sleep.

Just 5 minutes into closing his eyes, Rein's shadow pushed into a steep, dark valley seized Laras' mind.

"Geez!" yelled Laras and other voices in that shadow.

Laras is now aghast. He ruffled his hair as he suddenly thought of things he did not want to think about.

"It's Sunday, Baras!" he told himself. "Enjoy your day! And enjoy your vacation!" The barrel again rested its head on the pillow behind it.

Look at the ceiling of his room, then close his eyes for the umpteenth time. Now the face of the man in his dream seized the mind of Laras. Wings were pitch-black, a black suit from top to bottom, and his face was wrapped in a very real skull mask.

"Aakhs!!" Barrel opened his eyes again. The last shadow of the face of the man he dreamed of made Laras again feel haunted to not be able to get through Sunday morning by continuing his sleep.

Laras rushed to get a towel and hung the towel on his shoulder. He walked out of his room. Sitting on the terrace of the room and looking at the yard of his house that looks so chaotic. Though just a few days ago the surrounding residents took to clean their houses overgrown with scrub.

The sound of the wall clock made the silence that Laras enjoyed, blurred. He looked around in wonder to find the direction of the clock ticking sound of the wall. Finding a wall clock on the wall on the right side of the building made Laras think that his friend was the one who brought and put the clock on the wall of his house.

"Why did I not realize it last night." murmured Laras. He got up from his seat. His gaze was directed at the backyard of the towering school hill and was clearly visible from the front porch of his home yard. "Let's go there!" Laras.

"If this is really you, then who is he whose face is so similar to yours..."

"Maybe it's just my feelings!" gumam Laras continued his activities.

Laras stepped slowly through the streets he used to pass to leave for his high school. Where this road he always passed using an old bicycle given by his grandfather. Unfortunately the bike is now rusted and can not be used anymore. Be Laras enjoy the week by walking to the hill behind his school yard.

The road he passed felt more shady as he entered the main street and the only road to his school in High School. At the end of the main street before the school gate, Laras turned up the path to avoid the sun shining quite brightly this morning.

Step Laras has entered the hill parking lot. Where in the parking lot, there is only a large expanse of grassland. Looking up at the top, Laras found an old tree that became an icon of the hill. That tree is the main peak of this hill. If you see the natural beauty of the surrounding from under the tree, you will be presented with three different sights. The front side that presents the natural beauty of the border of the ravine and other hills. The right side that shows the beauty of a housing and urban. The side that faces behind shows the beauty and splendor of the high school building called Kenanga High School.

Before heading to the rocky path that became the main road to get to the tree, Laras accidentally saw a man sitting under a tree beside the rocky path. He was wearing all-black clothes with a high neck covering up his neck. His hair was floppy but not too short as the man in his dreams. Laras intended to stop his steps to look back at the figure of the man. But Laras undoes his intentions as soon as the young man turns his head to his side. Or rather, look in his direction.

Laras lowered his head by continuing his steps. He re-raised the collar side of the jacket so that it covered half of his face. He focused on his steps until he did not realize that another step was following him from behind.

One footstep Laras up a staircase on the rocky path, another step behind followed the actions of Laras. Same with the next steps. At the top of the hill, Laras stood satisfied at the end of the road. Obstructing the next step from the figure who also followed Laras' footsteps from behind him.

The barrel spread its hands. Welcomed the gentle breeze that hit his face and flicked the hair behind him. The wagging hair was greeted with a small smile by the figure behind him.

"Sweet" he said, who immediately turned Laras' body to reflect his head toward his back.

"Sorry!" laras said in a stiff silence.

The man finally passed through Laras, then looked for a position to sit under the tree in front of him. A hat he carried from earlier he used to cover the side of his face that he immediately closed.

"Once again, sorry."

"No problem" he answered. "I'm the one who didn't say anything and just followed your steps up here" he added with a face still covered by the hat he was carrying.

"Good hat" said Laras.

"Yes! This hat only exists in the world."

Laras nodded. The hat is gray with the side of the hat has a black list. On the front of the hat is a gold-colored inscription.

"Amor?!" murmured Laras who involuntarily mentioned the golden-coloured writing on the hat out loud.

"One up!" answer the man. He lowered his hat to his chest. Staring fixedly at Laras. Then smile casually. "Amor can mean love, but the amor meaning of this writing means to unite."

"One?!" Stunned barrel.

"Yes! Put together!" the roaring voice returned behind the man's smile.

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