DEVMAS
One.. Two.. Three! (part 2)

"Len pinjem laptop want to play" said Devan when just giving up on the game *pretend*nya.

Devan passed through a large wooden door and then went straight up the stairs to Allen's room. After finding the thing he was looking for, Devan immediately pressed the power button of the laptop lying on the table.

Allen who already knew the habits of his best friend just agreed. Provided Devan can be gentle on *Puss*, his laptop, no problem.

"Is there something so cool that's not it?" devan asked as he continued to explore Allen's folders.

Allen looked sharply, "Huh? Asik-asik? Geez Dev. Geez, my God" God. Her palms covered her mouth and her shoulders squeaked up *pretend* surprised.

Devan turns?

"What?! What were you talking about?! You times." sambar Devan disagrees.

Allen's actions from the ceplos instantly made Devan hot. His feet reflexively kicked Allen just like that.

"Geez, my God, sori Dev, bekanda doang.." Allen dodges and runs around the room, trying to escape, but Devan is undaunted.

"Give me, joke Dev, hope Dev.."

"No! Here you look out for ketangkep!"

Devan jumped on the bed, not giving up. Although having to jump over Allen's super learning table was not a problem. There's no way he's taking his prey, is he?

"Don't run you Len!"

"No! I don't want to die and get beaten up by you Dev!"

They were held back from Allen's giant wooden study table.

"Heh here!"

"Gaaaah!"

"Alleen..?!"

"Whataaa..?!"

"Siniiii....!!"

"WHEEL!"

Throw, field, kick, stomp, pull, tepis, aim.. Time went by so fast and festively in Allen's room.

*Bakbikbakbakbikbuk*, the Danu family residence is so crowded just because of two people. Allen and Devan.

After fifteen minutes of massive steps colonizing the floor surface of Allen's room, Devan and Allen finally sat on the floor exhausted. The chase around one place is not as easy as what is in Bollywood movies.

Tired, dizzy.

It looks like this week Allen and Devan will have to cancel the futsal schedule and *bultang* for not wanting to overdose on sports.

"Hh. the new one is just *game* doang, really. Cobain if you want to" replied Allen ngos-ngosan while spending a lot of Devan groceries.

Devan crawled to grab Allen's laptop.

"That's not the game that was the same cashier Auntie flirtatious at Betamart right?" ask Devan to make sure. His trembling index finger shifted to control the cursor.

"The crack!" furious Devan then.

His eyes glanced at Allen sharply. As soon as his hand is this Devan should wait until Allen answers first. It's nothing, but lately Devan has become more and more sensitive with the *game. Although he was actually curious. Why do people talk about it everywhere? *What's on earth happening*? As good as what? Huh huh?

Allen opened the lid of the soda can while chuckling, "Sukurin. That's why it's a patient person." lukuk Allen replied to a tongue sticking out of Devan.

"What the hell is it? That's just *game*doang don't have to be that way" explained Allen. One hand has reached into the plastic packaging of potato chips, the other hand supports the body leaning back.

"Yes to kelp. To minimarket danger *game*, on the road talking*game*, at school want picket gosipin *game*, yes just want to die *log in* first make play *game* in achherat?" cerocos Devan long.

Allen could only shake his head. Try to calm down by drinking soda water.

"You are curious, try it. Exclaim. Macem-macem again. The point is you have to finish what is asked. The mission is different, you just choose."

Devan just kept quiet. Allen knew a lot too. Traitor!

Devan threw a can of soda at Allen, asking to be opened. Devan sips soda foam that comes out of the can hole, still doubtful with the speech of his best friend.

Curious, but ngeselin..

"There's a gunfight running around too." Allen lures later.

Without further ado, Devan immediately pressed the red box to join. Forget about the establishment that has considered the game parasitic since a week ago.

From now on, maybe he will be one of the noisy people talking about this *game. If anything happens, remember! Allen made it like this.

As a haters, of course there is a special treatment from Devan when playing the *game. For example, running while cursing, shooting while cursing, also yelling annoyed at Allen's laptop.

One more thing, as long as he goes on completing missions as *newbee*, Devan unceasingly condemns the person who has created this *game.

"Udah cut off the road but why did his enemy come first? Surely he didn't pass the Pytagoras material. Why is the car even muttering in this place? This is what makes \*\*\*\* in physics. Not learning rotation dynamics? Why is the bullet reserve a little bit? His reasoning was lacking, lousy. Damn, the energy uses all the limits! CAN YOU MAKE A GAME NO?!"

***TRING***!

Amidst Devan's madness, suddenly a large red advertisement appears and instantly fills Allen's laptop monitor screen.

Devan would not want to pay attention to the contents of the ad. Strange doodles with animated background of dancing joker rabbits. Devan has to what? He couldn't possibly call Allen who was going backwards to fetch drinking water just because of this.

In the end Devan presses the *esc, enter*, logo*home*, and all sorts of *keyboard* buttons that he usually press when his laptop is this tight. But what happened was not as expected. Now the music and dance of rabbits in the ad is even more becoming.

Having no other choice, Devan immediately makes his final attempt.

Devan presses, or rather attempts a murder on Allen's *Puss* a.k.a laptop, by tapping the entire keyboard like a doormat.

But what happened..

...|[ You succeeded YEEEAY!!! ]|...

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