C&N
Eps 2's

Cleo walked dragged in with the bag that she also dragged sweeping the floor. His breathing was exhausted, he walked closer to the nearest sofa he could reach.

Brucks.

Cleo knocked herself down violently, throwing her body away just like that. He took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

"Mbak Neng!" call Cleo with a voice that sounds tired.

Neneng who happened to be cleaning the table not far from there immediately walked towards the voice that called out to him.

"Non Cleo! oh, my God, why Non?" the look on Neneng's face looks anxious to see Cleo who is on her stomach, weakly sprawled like a whale stranded on the beach.

"Air Mbak, please," Cleo said softly, his throat felt dry.

"Yes Non." Neneng immediately walked into the kitchen to fetch some drinking water.

Before long Neneng returned with a bottle of Cleo's favorite cold mineral water, usually the young Miss would go straight to the kitchen to take what she wanted for herself. Cleo is not the kind of spoiled child that likes to be served. However, his current circumstances forced him to ask the housekeeper for help which he already considered like his own aunt. Cleo's legs were limp helpless, it felt numb. If he could he wanted to replace his legs with a new one.

"It's Non." Neneng thrust a clear bottle at Cleo.

"Still Brother Neng" Cleo replied, with great difficulty he sat himself down.

Cleo picked up the bottle proffered by Neneng, Cleo quickly gulped the water down the toilet.

"Huf ..seger!" exciting Cleo. It was as if he had come back to life after finishing a bottle of cold water in his hand.

Neneng smiled slightly at the young lady's behavior.

"Thank you, Mother." Cleo got up from her seat she continued on her way to her room.

"I help you walk Non" Neneng's hand stretched out to help Cleo walk. He could not bear to see Cleo who looked exhausted.

"No need Ma'am, Cleo can do it" Cleo said with a wry smile.

Cleo continued her steps up the stairs which felt like climbing the Merapi mountain. His knees were throbbing pain, unable to walk anymore. After finishing the struggle up the stairs Cleo slowly opened the door of her room. He just put his bag down.

Cleo hurried to clean herself up. After a long time, he poured himself with cold water. Cleo ended her bathing ritual, with her wet hair blowing her body. Of course after he wears a tank top and fat pants.

"Huf..I miss you," said Cleo as she rubbed her face against her beloved yellow pillow.

With the position of the stomach Cleo began to fall asleep, pushing the motor in the heat of the sun enough to make the girl exhausted.

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Meanwhile in a different room.

Naoki who had just returned from college did the same as Cleo, he immediately cleaned himself up. After that, he laid his body on the bed with one hand he used as a pillow.

The 23-year-old man stared out the balcony door, which he opened wide. His memory glimpsed at the incident where he met Cleo.

"Hah.. because of the rombeng cans, I have to relain my pocket money this month," complained Naoki with a smile that was happy on his lips.

A crisp sound like a can of rhombeng, a flat body like a plywood board, narrow eyes, so many shortcomings that exist in Cleo. However, somehow Naoki always could never let go of Cleo. He always wanted to kill that girl.

But Naoki is just a fad, yes just a fad. There was no other intention, that was what Naoki instilled in him. Unaware of the growing feeling in his heart for Cleo, Naoki always tried to shake it off.

Naoki gave a small smile as he recalled Cleo's tired face. Naoki's gaze was fixed on a round-shaped object not perfectly yellow with taper ears and black at the end, naoki put the doll on the table. Naoki's outstretched hand held up the doll, he smiled obliquely.

The only doll he had. Naoki got it during a gift exchange at the Wang family's foster home when he was 10 years old. He deliberately targeted the doll because Naoki knew who made it.

Without the man noticing a smile on his lips. His hands were unceasingly rubbing against the yellow soft objects that were in his hands.

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A cafe looks crowded with visitors who are mostly young people, they enjoy a cup of coffee and other drinks available there. There is also life music that allows anyone to channel their hobby to sing.

Tables and chairs made of old tires. Tidy and comfortable to hang out and hang out with friends. Some graffiti artists also decorate the walls of a slick cafe for selfie ria.

Naoki sat in one corner of the cafe, spreading his gaze throughout the room, there was a certain satisfaction for Naoki to see the cafe he pioneered with his best friend developing as it is today.

"Father Ki?" andi Tegur. Naoki's best friend, as well as someone who trusted Naoki to run the cafe.

Andi sat himself on the empty bench next to Naoki.

"That's okay, satisfied," Naoki replied as he sipped his capuccino.

"Hem .. everything goes like what we dream of Ki, has its own business. Can make money without inconveniencing parents, I thank you very much you who already trust this cafe is the same me," said Andi earnestly.

Naoki is the main holder of the cafe, while Andi runs it. Naoki only occasionally came to visit.

"Oh, don't have to look at it, I'm disgusted to see it," Naoki said, shaking with amusement.

Naoki's gaze stopped on a girl who had just gotten off her matic motorcycle, even though the girl was wearing a full face helmet, but naoki was already too familiar with her stature and the motor she was wearing.

"This is the cafe?" cleo asked his best friend.

The two of them came to the cafe after a friend invited them to meet.

"Yes, not wrong," his answer while matching the name of the cafe and the address on his phone.

"So first, the kids must have been inside" he asked.

"Ok it up." Cleo tidied her hair while glazed in the rearview of her motorcycle.

The two teenage girls came in. They're looking for a table where their friends are gathering.

"Cleo!"

They called him Cleo and turned, A tall man with jet-black curls, waving at him.

"Hi!" Sahut Cleo's.

He walked closer to the table.

"It's so long you," sastro complained.

"Sorry Sas, I've never been here." Cleo sat herself down as well as widya.

"Where are the others, he said rame-rames?"

"You don't see this cafe rame," replied Sastro casually. Cleo simply rolled her eyeballs lazily.

"Look I have eyes" Cleo said.