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RSJ

The storm has just arrived at the caskrongan stall owned by Rima ma'am as usual Ares's child was already there like than the school ares more choosy children hanging out in the stall while coffee is equally fierce. Just until the puff of cigarette smoke belonging to one of the children ares has welcomed the presence of the storm.

'why the cavemen are all tired of living ya' thought the storm.

"new kal nyampe lu tumben?" ask anggara who just picked up an ashtray from inside the stall.

"deket because gar be relaxed yes no kal" said Askala while putting a cigarette into the ashtray that had just been taken by anggara. while storm he was still sitting on his motorbike as if he did not care. his head was still a little dizzy because the rain called him early this morning. His sleep is a little disturbed.

"your principle is mah, deket instead of on time even catfish catfish" Arva argued. Askala who wants nyomot fried directly shocked, but not because of the Arva rebuttal but because of a sudden storm sleeping in the stall chair.

"why then?, mabok?" asked the original member. during the storm he chose to lay his body in the long chair.His eyes immediately closed for a moment.

"ngaco lu, mabok ko molor" Arva argued again.

"the goat really mollor his son" said arva while shaking his head at the storm's behavior, because the storm actually sleeps.

"that's a molasses boy" chirped Askala. Arva nodded

"like soy sauce" said Arva. Anggara shook his head while Askala was just silent.

"usually it immediately ignites him right" added Askala.

"it's mah dateng instead of greetings even great" commented Arva.

"wapain salam tar not answered your disobedience on" replied Askala did not want to lose.

"feeling you malem coming home from ares not really malem you where did you first emang kal?" ask anggara while nyomot fried foods that are not taken askala.

"fried-" askala who will protest because fried foods are cut back with the storm build.face drowsy storm clear-bener obvious.

"push the wagon" he replied. his memory again repeated right in the morning Rain called him to petrify pushing the Earthquake that no how can come out again with a bruised face condition. the storm did not ask much to choose to directly pull the cart that rained where to get from.

'strangely, last night ko cave did not see an irawan ya' thought the storm.not the strangeness of the earthquake that the storm thought but the Typhoon that suddenly disappeared to where, not where, because usually the Typhoon will go to the mosque for dawn prayers with the Rain. choose to ignore the storm shook his head to expel the suspicions that are increasingly focused on the Typhoon.

'janga-don't. ah already bodo very'

he looked at Arva.

"eh how the weather was yesterday, we were even in court" asked the Storm, while sitting cross-legged in the old chair he fell asleep earlier. His eyes still brushed with sleepiness.

"safe he is always the first champion, defeat the arch-enemy" replied askala while removing the guitar from the scabbard.rather than fighting because the fried food is just as bad as he prefers to play the guitar.

"wash your face back" suggested anggara, the storm shook and then put his body back to sleep.

"goat ko guitar is discordant" protested askala.

"this is the real cave" answered Arva briefly then move and sit beside Askala.

"who the hell is the mandala boy whose name forgets mulu gua va?" ask Askala, let Arva take over the guitar.

"Radika harvian Asegra" replied Arva but her eyes focused on the guitar strings.

"cool also yes his name, oh yes Askala sodara step you already know who?" ask anggara, Askala shook his head.

"bodo ah, not important" he answered briefly.

"where's dian?" storm asked, it seemed like he had only realized earlier that Gardian was not there.

"in ares is still moles" Anggara answered in the middle of chewing his fried food.

"come back?" ask the storm, anggara shakes. Arva who was justifying the discordant guitar immediately fell silent as if remembering something.

"still managing her bonyok divorce?" asked Arva who then continued his activities again - justifying the guitar strings.

"whether the cave knows, he is like a barren Arab is difficult to read" replied Askala while throwing a cigarette towards the Storm.

"can you read the Qur'an? sok an tau Arab barren?" ask Anggara her hand feeds the frying storm.Spontaneously immediately rejected by swearing by the storm.

"indeed Arabs are deforested quran yes" asked a marketing storm.

"ko so discuss Arab barren scapegoat" upset Arva while putting down his guitar and began to taste the coffee that had just served bi Rima.

"all night he told me that he rarely went home and he wanted to go back to his grandmother's house he said" added Arva while sipping a little by little coffee because of the heat.

tak.

"do not stay or ntar if why-why-how" said Bi Rima while returning to serve a plate of fried food that is still warm.

"want to pesen what kal" asked bi Rima,

"drowsy bi, coffee times yes" he replied.

"yeah yu to ares, tar amit-amit ian suicide again rich in soap operas like that" added Askala drastic tanganya directly narik Arva towards the car.

"he's not that stupid to live while he still likes cigarettes, off the hook" replied Arva, pulling his hand from Askala's grip.

"you are both rich if you look around" chirped Anggara who is still chewing fried. while the storm of his face can not be expected anymore, sleepy he continues.

"that's great that we often do it already dead nyicil that" said Storm while reaching for a coffee glass that had just brought bi Rima.

"keep on why are you arguing?" tanya Anggara pointed at the storm with a piece of fried food.The storm muttered as it moved

"yes like"

"nah right

"woy even said it was great, Ian how is it" cried Askala.

"yes come to ares now" asked Arva. Storm nodded, began to wear his helmet back.

"cut the complex" suggested Anggara. the three nodded. The storm began to run the motor first.

they are looking for the fastest route, because the distance of the house ares to the stalls bu rima quite far about three kilo meters.

"ck the grandmother" decak storm he braked suddenly his motorbike, evaporated again when the coffee he had set earlier, due to rainstorm only sleep an hour less.

"gua gotong is what grandma is" he thought.

the storm turned to look at the lights that were still red, sighing, his feet were already aching against the person behind him who was about to break through the red light because in front of him there was a grandmother who walked quite slowly making the storm upset, it was like he was holding the grandmother and throwing her.

"ck" the storm clucked no concern for the biker's scolding behind him.

ting, a notification coming in on his phone upset waiting for the granny to cross the storm opened the message, the storm sleepiness instantly dissipated as he turned the motor against the current and split the vehicle behind him, he even ignored the screams of his friends and the protest of all the drivers behind him.

The storm continued to drive his motorcycle, ignoring traffic signs and the screams of other riders on the streets, Qian sent him a message that he wanted his mother's doctor to talk about his condition. ever since the storm that always had a big fight with his father, he rarely met his mother, he could not have come in a bad condition because doctor Qian had warned the storm not to come in a chaotic condition because it could aggravate the patient aka the mother. but already twice Qian had the Storm meet him.

"sorry cave ian, the cave mother is more important hopefully you do not krnapa-why if you die do not ghostin cave ya" monologue.

about an hour and a half of the storm reached the hospital parking lot,

Angkara Mental Hospital people there often call it rsja, a mental hospital located in the corner of the city but quite far from the urban hustle and bustle. The atmosphere in the hospital was very quiet air was still fresh so that all patients there were not strep plus the service was very good, doctors and psychologists were very friendly.

a silent storm on his motorcycle prepares him to see the development of his biological mother who he says is getting worse.just now the storm will move suddenly he sees someone he knows.

"tante Wendy" murmured in the storm, when he saw his stepmother wendy standing next to the car like she was calling someone. the storm still shook his eyes focused on his stepmother until wendy got in the car and got out of the parking lot.

"why him?" murmuring storm, choosing to ignore him chose to enter because the mother was much more important . had not had time to touch the elevator button someone patted his shoulder, he said, spontaneously the storm turned to find a woman who was now smiling towards him.

"doctor Qian is out of nowhere" asked the storm,

"rest let alone lunch of course. ah yes you have read my message, there is something I want to talk about" he replied while twitching the elevator button. Storm's nodding.

"what is doc? about mom?" ask the Storm curiously

"yes there is something strange lately from your mother, she often mentions the words Qian paused her words trying to remember an obscure word she tried to hear from the storm mother.

"does he say less clearly as if he wants to convey something to you" continued Qian now the two began to enter the elevator

"what is doc?" tanyakanya.

"i don't know if I heard it too clearly. I'm not happy if we talk about it here how if-the words Qian cut because the elevator door is open.Conversations the two are not tangled in the elevator because their distance positions are far apart. right on the third floor Qian came out with the storm.

" ah yes I will be in my room for a while you want to go in first or wait for me seben-kun Qian words back cut this time with a ringing phone from whom. along the way, Qian hit the storm and guessed it was the husband of doctor Qian. The storm chose to ignore but could not be denied the conversation of doctor Qian with her husband was heard very clearly by the senses of her listeners.

"javier" a storm monologue.she accidentally hears the patient's name spoken by doctor Qian who appears to her husband's patient.

"javier's name is a lot, but it's a little rare" he murmured.

"you go in first huh, there's something I have to show you I'll take it in my room for a while okay" said Qian, the storm gasped in shock as she quickly nodded, his eyes set the nanar towards the wooden door in front of him with a signboard "NARULINA RAYASA ANTARA".