AWAKENED
PART RANDOM "LEIRA & RETHA" - BONUS IMPROMPTU 2

If the holiday is usually used to relax at home from all worldly fatigue, then this time Retha can not do that. He deliberately invited Ical and Fadhil to hang out at their cafe subscription, because there was something he wanted to ask about Wira. It was still clear he remembered that the cold man refused when he reached out to get acquainted. It could be that way, even though by shaking hands with him, the man's hands will not rabies.

Still looking for the right moment, Retha chose to enjoy the hot chocolate first while reading the novel, because Ical and Fadhil had said they did not want to be disturbed first because they were playing online games. Rather than not getting what he wants, Retha chooses to obey. The girl occasionally sniped at her two friends. He even got half a novel, but the two annoying humans are still unfinished.

“YUHUU!! VICTORY!!” exclaim Fadhil, inviting views of the people in the cafe. While Ical instead chuckled because of Retha's expression that seemed to be holding in shame.

Yes, it is true. Retha was indeed desperately holding back the vexation. As if his patience waiting for Ical and Fadhil was still not enough, he had to get such an awward moment. Sometimes he regretted why he had to know the two guys. Although they are different classes, but because they are in the same extracurricular, so their friendship is getting closer.

All right, Retha felt it was time to ask. He changed his sitting position to be more comfortable. “Eee ... by the way, which was yesterday it ... your friends?”

“Which one, Beb?” reply Fadhil deliberately teasing.

“Apaan, hell, Bab Beb Bab Beb!”

“Iya yaaa angry mulu. Which oneaa?”

“Yang in perpus yesterday. Wira or who's her name, forget me,” reply Retha pretend. The girl scratched the back of her non-itchy head.

The turn of the Ical. “Iya my class is mah. Why do you ask?”

“Neither the hell. Just surprised. Never seen the thing.” Retha sipped her drink again, relaxed as if there was nothing. In fact, every mention of the name of the Hero, his heart trembled violently that he himself did not understand what the feeling was.

“She rarely goes out of class. Strange as a child. Yes, if I go out the reason is always the same. Afraid of girls having a crush on him, he said. Beeuh. I am looking everywhere. Hahaha,” said Fadhil prides himself.

“Sick souls lo ya!” that's the only sentence Retha can say before finally returning to reading the novel. Ical was just an inexhaustible bell. Fadhil is the most confident human being in the world. If measured from the value of 1-10, the degree of independence of Fadhil is 17. But, honestly, Retha really wanted to refute Fadhil's words. That Wira is clearly more handsome than him, and it makes sense that Wira says so. Retha admits Wira is more likely to be loved by girls than Fadhil.

Hero. Hero. Hero. I don't know, that name stuck in Retha's mind. A jutek guy who is very mysterious to him. At that time, Retha reached for a mobile phone, leaving aside the incoming Whatsapp chat which included a chat from Mr. Taufan, informing about the children who had moved to the orphanage. But he doesn't want to know either. Instead, it was the hero who amazed him because he dared to speak-up yesterday. Soon forget all that, Retha then opened social media. He went straight to the search.

“Wiratama who is his name?” he muttered quietly without Ical and Fadhil knowing. He forgot his last name.

But his brain seems to be working perfectly. He opened the Ical profile. Thinking that it must be on the list that followed. With his frisky penned the name ‘Wiratama’ and just right away, appeared the only account: @wiratm.adidana

Profile is open. Really a guy who's covered apparently. There's only one post there. His expression was flat without a smile. “Nih people can't smile what is it?” his murmured again which was involuntarily heard by his two friends.

Retha looked at the photo for a long time. Although without a smile, Wira still shows his wife. The pose is ordinary. Stiff. But still looks cool and beautiful. A smile then Retha appeared. Immediately at that time, Ical who was the closest position to Retha, shook the girl's shoulder until stunned.

“Why do you smile?”

“Ha? Who smiles, who doesn't.”

Fadhil slowly moved his seat, facing Retha. A little peek but fortunately Retha immediately realized and immediately put her phone in the bag. “What the hell is lo?!” skink.

Then Fadhil squinted, his expression a mixture of attenuation and intimidation. “Oh, lo stalking guy for sure? Yeah, right? Ngaku lo!”

“What the hell is so unclear lo!” reply Retha sewot. Increasingly reinforcing the allegations of Fadhil who has now thrown a gaze with Ical, suspecting one thing.

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On a blazing afternoon, a guy just came out of an orphanage, along with a well-willed boy. Both are equally relieved, because what was sought since yesterday got a bright spot today. The two unfortunate children their mother left behind have gotten what they deserve. Mr. Taufan has completed his duty in taking responsibility for what he did.

When he was about to part ways with the teacher, Wira stopped his motorbike in front of the gate of the orphanage because he felt something. The boy turned his head, finding the ghosts of the mothers who apparently followed him.

“Thank you, Son. You are a good person,” said the mother.

The hero nodded in return. Then saw the shape of the ghost slowly fade and disappear, fused with the wind that took him away from the world because nothing more burdensome steps.

Yeah, one thing the hero has done. Now it's his turn to make sure about the awkwardness of Franda's death. Intentionally he did not immediately return home, even to the complex where the girl he liked lived. As is the general atmosphere of the house of the rich. Slender. Clutches between neighbors clearly do not occur there. There are only competing to show whose house is the most magnificent. The hero passed by several artisans who renovated one house. Then, the distance of several more houses, there are the same activities. That is why, he judged that these rich people were racing.

Home that is no longer crowded—not like two days ago, looks nanar in the gaze of Wira. Franda House. Who would have thought, fate brought him there after a brief introduction in the ceremonial field that time. Unfortunately, when he came, the thing that welcomed him was not joy. Just crying.

“Constrate your heart, Son.”

A voice shocked Wira, making her turn her head immediately. “B-Whose father?”

“Me? Something that is not considered to exist,” reply the father.

Perhaps because of his sadness, Wira did not realize that under the nose of the old man there is no distinctive line that belongs to man. Hearing the father's answer, only then did he know who the father was, after he had turned also down and found his feet did not tread the ground.

“Sorry, Sir. If I can ask—“

“Go home!” sambar the father immediately, had not yet had time to complete the sentence.

“I said go home, GO HOME!” Again the male ghost attacked the sentence of the Hero. “Do not look for problems. Forget about all this, and live safely!”

Right after saying that, the father immediately disappeared. Of course Wira was shocked because it was so sudden. The man looked to the left and understood. The father is completely gone, will not appear again. “Where is he?”

The weather was very hot, it changed immediately. Bright clouds that dazzle when looked at by the eye, turning gray. The hero also felt the changing wind around him. The bad air. The silence grew more domineering, but the sound of the wind was heard more clearly in the ears; shrill and horrified. The fur behind the guy's neck stood up, and slowly he turned to Franda's house.

That monstrous big black figure, standing not far from where the Hero was. His terrifying face looked thick with anger. Immediately the Hero jumps on his motorbike, gasing to get away from there with his chest pounding violently. For a long time, only this time he saw such a terrible creature. Although already familiar with other dimensions, fear is still a human thing for him to feel.

Because of the fear and unable to focus forward because he knew the figure was lined up behind, at the intersection of Wira could not avoid a collision with another motorbike. Immediately he slammed the steering wheel and fell on the sidewalk, while his motorcycle hit the fence of a house. The hero is more focused on his fear than the pain of the fall. Sweat splashed with his eyes closed, simply explaining how scared he was. The boy's chest until the irregular kembis.

Strangely enough, a few moments later, things were about to return to normal. Slowly, the guy who lowered his head with both hands protected the head, opened his eyes. Watching the confused gazes of the artisans looking at him. Again he looked back and forth, but, that creepy figure, was no more.

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Look at each other's lyrics in the living room, making Wira feel cornered. The housekeeper at Ical's house had just given him fresh orange juice which was supposed to make him feel better, but the other three people made him unable to wince.

“Quickly clearin, how can you fall?” ask Ical while holding her side. He sat right in front of the Hero, opposite separated by a table.

“Ntar first why the hell if wondering! Don't see how it is?” tukas Retha for not having the heart to see the hero. The guy's knees and elbows are bleeding, the wound is quite severe. When treating Wira just now, he alone could not distinguish his hands shaking violently because of horror or because of groggy.

Retha was very panicked when she got news of what happened. At the cafe, Ical's phone rang. A call from Wira saying that the guy fell in the compound not far from Ical's house. Makes Ical and Fadhil quite surprised, not knowing why the Hero could be there.

“Lagian lo tumben really want to play but not ngabarin?” ask Ical again. “But ... lo why also use through the road there? It's far from my home kali.”

These questions make the mind dizzy. It is impossible to say that he has just come from Franda's house. What his friends know, he doesn't know Franda at all. And about him falling, even Wira himself still does not know how to explain it. He was also still confused because when helped by the artisans, he only realized that he fell alone. No other bike fell with him. Though clearly there is a motor that makes it to the steering wheel.

From his personal analysis, it can be concluded that this was an unusual event. Given how strange he was in the eyes of the craftsmen, making Wira did not want to appear in front of them all again. Of course he's ashamed. In case you need to go to Franda's house, Wira until ready to find another way.

“Eh, this child even bengong,” said Fadhil later.

Of all, you could say Rethah is the most able to read the spirit of Wira. That guy, has something to hide, Retha knows that. Butwhat?

Meanwhile, Ical and Fadhil, tired of asking but no answer from Wira, chose to give up. Then according to what they said a while before interrogating Wira, that they would go out to buy food for the four, then they rushed out again. Chicken noodles at the front entrance of the complex is very tasty, and has become a subscription. Just imagine it, it has made them even more confused.

“Retha spicy, right?” ask Ical before he goes out. The girl being questioned nodded. “Lo, Wir?”

“Neighbor.”

“Lah, why?” sahut Fadhil's. Wira could refuse chicken noodles as good as that, he thought.

“Males,” replied Wira accordingly. His mind was still mired in an uneasy mess.

The living room now only leaves Retha and Wira. There was no conversation whatsoever, making Retha even more uncomfortable. He wanted to start a conversation, but did not know what to discuss. In fact, a writer seems like he should be able to easily string words together and search for topics. It's not usually Retha like that. But, the girl felt she could not waste the chance. It's a good moment to get acquainted.

“Oh yes, I .. haven't had time to say thank you because you already nolongin me yesterday in perpus,” said Retha started the bases.

Wira did not turn her head, just glanced without saying anything. That girl named Retha, why is she so confident? Who helped him? The hero was just looking for Mr. Typhoon and happened to be the teacher did the wrong thing to the girl. If only Mr. Taufan did not cross the line at that time, it is certain that the presence of Retha will not be considered anything by the Hero.

“Eee .. Ical and Fadhil have told you about how you knew about the hit-and-run incident. So, I salute you because you dare to speak-up,” said Retha again still did not give up.

For Wira, Retha and her two friends did not know the truth at all, so she did not feel the need to respond. If only he could say ‘quite’ so that Retha would stop talking, because he was thinking about the big black figure. However, he was also aware that it would seem impolite.

When he saw that the hero was silent, the more clumsy Retha accidentally caught fresh blood flowing in the guy's temple which escaped his observation when treating earlier. “Eh, the—”

With a lightning-fast motion, the Hero immediately ambushed the hand movement of Retha who had just moved closer to him. “Gue don't like to be touched,” he said coldly. Extremely cold.

Retha's body was restrained, with the hand that was blocked by Wira. Their eyes met because the distance of the face was not so far away. The thumping, the more it felt real filled Retha's chest. To take a sip of saliva alone, the girl was in distress. “E-eh .. i-it's like to snack ... lo b-blood,” he said stammering while away.

One thing that Wira realized at that moment. Retha was so nervous that she dared not look him in the eye again. The close distance earlier, was enough for him to listen to the heartbeat of the girl who was hunting. He can't let it. From now on, it seemed like he had to keep a distance with Retha before they became more acquainted. Just like he did to Feni— his classmates. Instantly, Wira felt the presence of Rethah making her uneasy. If he is not wrong, the girl begins to have a sense that should not be on him, then it can bring disaster.

Yeah, disaster. Considering Wira is on a mission to investigate Franda—the girl she loves, and there is no time to serve other things including Retha.

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AWW UWU REALLY NOT A GUY WHO HAS THE NICKNAME REFRIGERATOR WALK MET BY THE SAME CHICK WHO WAS FUSSY FOR FORGIVENESS?

KUY AWAITS YOUR ARRIVAL AT THE INNOV, IN THE HERO STORY "FROM 30 SECONDS" SEE UUUUU!