DEVMAS
One.. Two.. Three! (part 1)
...|[ You succeeded YEEEAY!!! ]|...
...Raihan Adhy Saputra's...
...Gemma Adity...
...Congratulations on living a new life!...
...The next information you will receive via email for a while...
...This notice will be gone in five seconds....
...CP: xxxxxxxxx - Rabbite ^o^/...
It had been two days that the strange message kept swirling in Gemma and Raihan's mind. After getting a short message that also sounded, Raihan immediately seized the Gemma phone and then turned it off. He thinks it's weird. At first, the two did not get too upset. However, the voice continued to ring day and night. Their thoughts continued to concern linking the incident with the rumors of the game they had played before.
Over time strange images began to wander in the routine of Raihan and Gemma. Including pictures where they are packing clothes, books, and other primary needs. Conscious or not both have left the dorm door without saying goodbye to anyone.
...*****...
Bi Iyem suddenly returned home early in the morning. Devan himself was still thinking about the sudden departure of Bi Iyem. Until Bi Iyem's heart left him without making him breakfast. Fortunately, Devan's trial and error recipe that was just a feeling did not make him fall ill. At least until this afternoon there was no strange response from his body.
What about Mom and Dad?
Papa Mama is just two formal words that Devan said when meeting two busy people, old pretentious, pretentious, and many of his pretentious.
...Not important....
Devan was more worried about Bi Iyem's passing by one week than her Mama Papa had left for months. As long as the pocket money is smooth, it does not matter as long as there is Bi Iyem who wants to cook it good food and wants to be invited to vent.
Ding dong's..
After the bell from school that rang to make his school friends crazy, Devan did not know where else to go other than to visit Allen's house. At least in the house there are creatures who want to be interlocutors even though cursed though.
Not to forget, Allen was the one who never minded spending his money to buy the needs of Devan's stomach while starving. Save, today is at the end of the month. The critical times of Devan's wallet.
"Alleeen. play yuk!" devan said like a child who shouted to invite his friend to play from the front of the house.
Devan knocked on the door again, his hand was busy typing a message. Today people are getting crazy over games. If the virus were to infect him, he would have gone mad.
"Gapain you?" Allen who approached from the side of the house brushed Devan's shoulder standing in the way of the door.
'Cok you're here? Kirain's in the dalem, so I'm at the door.'
Allen pursed his lips, "Sorry, who are you?" his reply. Following the flow of acting her best friend's beautiful crazy slap.
'Don't you want her to come home with me?' dumal Allen in the heart.
Unwilling to look stupid, Devan crossed his arms in front of his chest and stood resting on one leg, trying to pull Allen into his game again.
"Khem.. You want to know who I am?" devan said mysteriously.
The face of Devan is changing. Trying to match yourself as closely as possible with someone. But due to his lacking talent, his artificial object was always changing according to the ability of his facial muscles to mimic every one's distinctive wrinkle.
If it was strange like this, Allen had to give up. If he follows along, these symptoms can get more complicated and worrisome.
"No" replied Allen casually. Pushing Devan's suddenly unmoving face with his mouth still tilted to the side then put the key to the door and then a sound was heard,
click~
"Viiiii...."
Devan hasn't stopped here. "Can you open the door? Khereeeeen.." he said girang.
Allen's gut feeling wasn't wrong.
Plaque!
Allen landed his wide palm onto Devan's forehead. It seemed that on the way to his house earlier Devan's forehead that was not covered in helmet glass was hit by a colony of flies, so Allen intended to return it with a slap in the forehead. Who knew this worked? In movies like that, right?
"Udah don't want to be a bloon."
Allen stepped over the ramp under the already open door. Passing Devan whose face had turned flat.
"What kind of a tadpole could this guy be so normal?" devan thought to heart. Still standing in the doorway.
"So come in or not?" snapped Allen while trying to close the door.
Devan nodded, but instead of entering, Devan pulled Allen out and said, "Bayarin to the front minimarket first."
...*****...