Crescencia
Chapter 13

Sipping a drink in his hand. His breath was heavy. Dika's focus was on one point before him. His mind was made to be confused for no reason. Dika even decided to skip school and stay in his nest. Ignoring his disheveled appearance, because from last night the boy could not sleep.

Dika took his breath when the roar of the motor sounded jarring out there. I chose not to care this time. And sip his drink once more.

Currently Dika is in an abandoned building, a former paper mill that its owner had lived in more than ten years ago. The slum building is now used as the headquarters of a gang of wild motorcycles filled by Dika and many others. Buildings are mired and away from residential residents, it is right for them to make a drunken nest, and do gambling events every day. In fact, in that place there has been a mini bar, to provide a place for billiards and chess games as a fun event. Their members have now reached one hundred and twenty people who they dubbed as members of the Dark House. And Dika himself has joined as a core member containing twenty people in it.

She looked back when someone suddenly sat next to her. Making the black sofa seat inching down. Dika turned his attention back when he knew that person was Bima. Bima himself is the most respected chieftain of motorcycle gangs. However, Bima is not the chief tribe founder of this club. Rather, the confidant of the great boss of the founder of the Dark House, Ardi. Ardi is the most feared and respected of all the members. People who have a large, tall, muscular posture, and full of joyous eyes are now playing billiards with others. None of them dared to go against Ardi. Because ... thanks to Ardi, they can be free to live the life they want.

Dika spent his drink on a small glass. Today he restricted himself from drinking too much. Because now he felt mediocre, so the taste of the drink became very unpleasant on his tongue. It was different when he was angry and angry. The devil's drink is like sweet grape juice that gives pleasure in every sip.

"How are you?"

Dika did not turn his head at all. I don't know why, Dika was quite lazy to follow the question. Dika's lips were also tightly locked. His mind wandered off somewhere. So he just focused on seeing people who were playing billiards across there.

"Gue asked yes answered! Lo gagu?!" Bima snapped by hitting Dika's back head hard. Making Dika flinch, and staring at Bima sharply. Dika even gulped his body to avenge Bima's treatment. However, Bima first pushed her body, making herself hit the sofa again.

Dika tightly grasped the glass in his hand. His jaw hardened with the sides of his molar teeth that overlapped each other. Dika stared guts at Bima who was now standing straight with ruffled waist, seeing his haughty style.

"Woy, relax!" bima's sweat grinned. While Dika directly threw his face violently. Dika held back desperately holding his fist to not float right now. Because if that happens, in the future it can be ascertained, he will be much worse.

"Gue don't want to look for the same problem, just calm down!" Bima drank a drink in her glass. While Dika is indifferent and does not care. Although in the same motorcycle gang, Dika is not too close to Bima. The two are often seen fighting and arguing. In fact, often both are brawled on the streets because they both have a big ego.

Bima threw herself back to sit next to Dika. Next to his hand rubbed his chin, as his gaze glared far ahead. Bima's lips suddenly smiled narrowly, and asked, "Who is the woman in your house? I just found out that you diem-diem nyimpen virgin."

Dika's head automatically moved quickly, staring at Bima with eyes that sharpened like a spear. He knew who the girl Bima was talking about. Dika exhaled a heavy breath, then answered lazily. "It's not who I am" he continued, turning his face away.

Bima pulled the corner of her lips. He briefly twisted his dry lips while putting his hands together. "May he too."

"I mean, lo?" Dika looked back at Bima with a frown on his forehead. While Bima smiled meaningfully.

"Gue wants a challenge. Next week we race in Kemayoran. If you win, I'll pay you ten million. But if I win...." Bima hung up her sentence. Giving a creepy grin on his lips.

".... You pay me with the girl."

Dika was silent for a moment. Quite surprised by the challenge Bima. Both of Dika's eyes widened and said loudly, "Lo crazy?!"

Bima laughed in his place. "Lo just realized I'm crazy?" Bima drank again until it ran out. Very unaffected by Dika's increasingly sharp gaze.

"Gue never sacrifices others to pay people like you!" Dika snaps. Makes his jaw hard. While Bima immediately lowered her lips by nodding.

"It turns out, you're already reeling again the same chick? Do you have feelings?" Bima hissing. Looked at Dika with the lowest view. "Gue just found out, if you still want to be a victim of betrayal after Dinda."

"BIM, LO?!" Dika immediately threw away the glass in his hand until it broke. Grabbing Bima's collar and pulling her roughly. Dika's pair of eyes were now flushed with hateful eyes.

"Gue told me what I wanted." Bima smiled. Headed his inner cheek using his tongue. Bima returned Dika's angry gaze with a relaxed smile. Then he brushed off Dika's hand, slightly pushing Dika's shoulder to move away from her front.

"Gue asked one last time. Do you accept or challenge me? Or ... Are you afraid before the war? What do you now if you can't lose me? Ah, yes. You can never get ahead of me. You're nothing more than a loser who's always behind me." Bima smirked and laughed cynically. "Lozers!"

"LO?!" Dika shouted and immediately pushed Bima's body violently, making Bima's back collapse hit the sofa they were sitting on. Dika again grabbed Bima's collar and grasped it tightly. Both eyes Dika increasingly look windy with his chest up and down, he really does not accept all the words of Bima who humbled him.

Bima also showed his emotions. His pair of eyes looked at Dika fiercely. His jaw also hardened, staring back at Dika without any fear.

"If you can lose me, I'll wait next week in Kemayoran! If you can't lose me, you have to be aware that you're a coward!" Bima stabbed Dika in the chest very hard. Made Dika step back by holding her chest that felt pain.

"Don't forget to bring the girl for my gift. Because I know, you'll never care about him. There is no reason to refuse my offer. Or don't you admit that you're a coward who's always under my feet!" After saying so, Bima immediately left Dika who slightly coughed.

Both of Dika's hands were immediately clenched tightly. His entire teeth pressed against each other, staring at the ground beneath him with a vengeance. His white face turned red. Now he is the focus of attention of many people there. But everything just seems to not care. Likewise with Ardi who just pulled the corner of his right lip up. Smile lightly, then switch again on the billiard stick.

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This afternoon, Crescencia had to run chemotherapy with Doctor Paul and Kak Dara. Doctor Paul allowed himself to go home after chemotherapy. Crescencia took a deep breath. He turned his head to the other side of the left, when Paul's doctor grabbed his right hand. Because, Crescencia never want to see the pointy needles that will penetrate the skin of his hands.

Crescencia immediately closed her eyes and lips tightly. He was a little bit in pain. Her tears flowed slowly. It hurts so much. His entire body was crumpled with his head that was very dizzy. Crescencia regulated her breathing which began to sting. His chest was now feeling tight due to the crying he was holding.

After running the injection process, Crescencia still have to pass treatment through radiation beams that will be directed to several parts of his body. Two hours later, Crescencia was escorted by wheelchair to a car that had been prepared by Bimo. Because his condition was so limp, it did not allow him to walk in the hospital aisle that was far and long.

Crescencia exhaled heavily. His head was facing the car window. He was sad when his father could not accompany him home. But Crescencia understood, if the papa was working hard to finance all the treatment that could not be said to be cheap.  Crescencia looked down lethargicly, staring at her thin fingers. He was only afraid that his father would get sick from working too hard. More because of her. Crescencia took a deep breath to fill her tight chest. The head of Crescencia was moved to look at Bimo, when the man suddenly asked him.

"What kind of pain does Icha really hurt? I saw Icha's face was pale."

Crescencia's lips smiled faintly, then replied weakly, "Icha is fine, Mr. Bim. Just less blood is possible." Crescencia reassured Bimo with her smile. But his eyes now said something else.

"Oh, I know that people who lack blood must be diligent to drink fruit juice, eat vegetables, get enough sleep, and should not be stressed. Emang, Icha stress? But yes, today's children's lessons are stressful, Cha! I used to not do PR. I want to do what I want to do, I read because I don't know if I want to be flanked. Severe, right? I wanted to bite that which made me!"

Crescencia chuckled at Bimo's curses, coupled with an expression of annoyance there. Hearing Crescencia laugh, Bimo also let out his laughter. I don't know, Crescencia laughs like reflecting glass that makes her lips happy.

"Don't get sick anymore, Cha. And you said, if Icha should be healthy for the sake of, Father."

Crescencia's laughter turned into a sliced smile. It felt like thousands of sharp objects were stuck in his chest. Tight and painful when his father hoped he could grow up healthy.  However, as long as his breath blows, Crescencia will be as strong as possible to stay afloat. Although every day, his body began to feel sick and tired. Crescencia was not ready to meet her mother there. Because Crescencia still wants an opportunity to make her Papa happy. Papa who had slammed the bones morning to night to take care of him. An extraordinary figure of God's gift that is very valuable in his life.

Crescencia clasped the heart pendant tightly around her neck. His eyes closed tightly and said in his heart, "Ma, Icha strong, Yes. Icha still wants Papa. Icha still wants to be happy Papa. Icha still wants to see that Papa is proud of Icha, even though Icha is only a sick child. Mama herself how are you? Icha kangen Mom. I love you, Ma. Hopefully Mama is also proud to have children like Icha. Maafin Icha who always bothers Papa. My mom is calm there. Icha always pray for Mama."

Crescencia opened both eyes. Without him noticing, his face had been wet due to his rapidly descending tears. Crescencia smiled wryly, then rubbed her eyes. The head of Crescencia is again focused on the glass of the car that is tightly closed. Listen to the classical music that Bimo plays. His lips evaporated with drowsy eyes. His gaze began to fade, until finally, he fell asleep in his sleep.

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