DIFFERING
Chap 14 (The Universe Is Joking)

...Why does the Universe always plan things out of our will? Why does the Universe always have a puzzle that someday meets its puzle? Yes, because that is the work of the Universe. Full of secrets....

Orange colors are starting to peek at the Western horizon. Watching the boisterous activities that from this morning there was no stopping. Now, after the exhibition is over...Zoya and Lia begin to get busy with a new core scout candidate. For almost two hours he had to be restrained in this Scout Camp. It turns out that the fans become core scouts quite a lot. Until the second carrying a pair of hands moved quickly to clean everything on the table after the bell went home.

"Well, Zoy, don't wait until the fifth hour?" said Lia.

"No need. Tomorrow again if anyone wants a list, I have business."

Lia had not yet returned Zoya's words, now a new voice crept between the two. Breaking Zoya's focus begins to fade.

"Don't get your hands on it, sister, I want a list."

Smile, it's still the same. The smile he always showed. A smile that managed to hide a myriad of wounds.

"You want a list?," asked Lia in a nod.

Zoya who is still silent makes Lia take over the bag that was originally held by her best friend. Then go back to taking the new candidate member's book.

"Name?."

"Alvaro with Alvero."

Amidst the awkwardness that suddenly greeted Zoya, the familiar voice again filled the silence in the room. However, after his speech, it was not the calm that Zoya felt. But a storm ready to destroy it.

"So, have you seen the voting paper yet?" said Varo smiling meaningfully.

"Why?," Zoya replies in full search. For some reason, Varo's smile managed to make negative thoughts fill his brain again.

"Not seen Varo's, have you?."

"What's wrong?."

"There's something."

After a reply that caused Zoya to beat irregularly, the figure left before whispering a word to Zoya. Promises they must keep. Blue tent.

Without a long delay, Zoya ran away leaving Lia shouting at her. Now, there's only one thought on the girl's mind...The contents of the voting that Varo wrote. Gawat, he knows what Varo's nature is even though he just knew him.

When Zoya's feet stepped on the classroom floor, her eyes widened that second. The reason is, all voting papers are already on the table with hands that begin to move actively open it. Damnit.

"Eh Zoy -."

Laila had not been able to continue her words, Zoya had scattered with her hands and eyes that focused on finding her name. Hopefully, his friends haven't found a voting property, he.

"Lo find what the hell?."

A second passed and there was no reply from Zoya. Until Laila's voice returned to meyambar, and managed to break the calm that he tried to die.

"It has all. Many are voting lo paintings, same Indri as well."

Look at Zoya meeting with a bunch of paper that is separate from the others. "Lo didn't read any strange words, did he?" Zoya asked as she scrambled the papers.

"What does that mean?."

"Judah if there is none."

Minutes passed still did not find the Vote that read the name of Varo. Until Zoya again scrambles the paper that is still sorted by her friends.

"What's that lookin' for, Zoy?!."

"This is how I've been split up and play you berantakin!."

The sound of Laila's cry right now doesn't need Zoya to reply. There's more important than that. And, well. The next moment brought Zoya to the name she had been looking for.

"Well, I've come home first" Zoya shouted to leave those who were there.

Now Zoya's feet rest on the cold floor of the bathroom. Observing the goals of the paper he was in, up to seconds to make his hand squeeze the paper slowly. Together with a strange shakes on his chest.

Name: Alvaro

Vote painting: Beautiful girl

Works of: Zoya Prameswari

Criticism/Suggestion: The picture is beautiful, like the person^_^

(Sorry Zoya said the proof has been discarded, the rest is like that, the writing is remembered)

...)( ...

"Wait a long time, huh?."

"No, just new."

The two were silent for a moment. Before a pair of footsteps precede, take a seat in the front of the tent that looks arid.

The question that Zoya had designed in such a way finally disappeared instantly. A moment after the middle-aged man's voice crept between the silence they had left.

"Missy Mas, Ma'am..want what message?."

"I'm iced tea, sir" Zoya replied, turning to look at Varo, gesturing to order something.

"Emm me too Sir."

"This is Mas who rained here yesterday, right?."

Varo just replied with a smile. Zoya, back to twisting memories that had made her mind chaotic. To imagine how the figure of Varo waiting for him when the rain is fined.

"Ohh this is his friend who awaited it?."

"Ekhhmm yes sir," said Varo as he looked at Zoya with a big smile.

The middle-aged man returned inside. Now, silence greeted the two. Until Zoya's firm voice came out with the sizzle of the afternoon wind that began to stab.

"Gue doesn't want to ask too many questions. Do you know what to explain?."

Varo took a deep breath, before finally opening his voice. "Where are you, my sister?."

"Sir Zoya ask me who you want to know,"asrah Varo after a long stay.

One rough breath escaped from Zoya's lips.

"Lo, why run away from home? Where do we live now?."

"Varo just wants them to be aware. If now Varo lives in the dumps."

"Continue Vero?."

"He's coming along too."

That afternoon, an afternoon Zoya never imagined. And until any time, the meeting to know the figure in front of him now he never thought. Can be familiar with the opposite sex as long as he never felt. And, his presence made all of that broken.

"When did you run away? They know you ran away from home? Then, you do not think that what consequences will you get just to run away from home?."

"Lo knows Var, you're new here. I don't have any brothers, do I?."

Varo chuckles before replying to Zoya. "Udah, Varo thought it all. If it does not fit the expectations. That's it."

With ease he spoke.

"Gue doesn't agree to you getting out of the house."

"Lo ade!."

"By the way, the painting was beautiful."

Varo giggles amusedly when Zoya's gaze turns sharp. Everything is going as it should, without them knowing.there is a Universe that is carrying out its duties. There, under the rain that always greeted. Slowly, his world was forcibly drawn into a calming silence. It was only dark that he encountered.

"Lo, why?."

Varo nodded, his eyeballs moving uneasily. I don't know why someone called him. But, who?

"Don't daydream," Zoya continued later.

The boy only nodded at a glance, before his consciousness was again snatched away by the loud voice of his gawai.

Varo's forehead frowned, finding Vero's number in the call. Because, all this time the child rarely calls.even exchanging news through the chat they never do.

"Who? Why not lift it?."

"Oh yes, this is going to lift."

Varo cleared his throat before then asking a question. However, the next second carried him in a sudden silence. The noise around him was no longer able to hear Varo, even the call from Zoya could no longer be captured.

Now, that's like it's happening again. Re-welcome past the words that Varo has not been able to accept. In a call that feels tormenting his niche even deeper. And, today, he doesn't want it to happen again. Enough, quite a few years ago they felt it.

"Varo!."

"Lo heard my voice, right?!."

Now, look at the two meet. But all Zoya sees is a deeper emptiness. Here, under the afternoon sky...Zoya can see the gray that the child has been dull. By ourselves.

Zoya switches to snatching the phone that is still connected. Until the second brought it into the darkness that Varo had just felt.

"Gue's there now, same as Varo."

After that, the call was interrupted.

The glass that wrapped the two pairs of eyes slowly melted. Blurting in tandem with the urge of water that asks to be spilled. "Sister," softly hissed Varo's voice echoed.

"Gue take 'em."

"God isn't fair, brother."

In that instant, Zoya saw how the eyes full of twinkle that he had been familiar with. In fact, from the shakes of the voice.as if to tear his own heart. Pain that he could also feel.

...)( ...

The cold floor that became his footing now no longer calmed down. When some people in white coats ran into a room, where there was a life that God had to defend. So that there are no more wounds that the Universe has inflicted.

"Varo, sit down yuk. Temenin Vero" whispered Zoya.

Varo glanced at Vero who was in the waiting seat with the head he had drowned between his legs. His gaze returned to the front of a door that was very giving relief to him. And, until any time...Varo won't be able to take the news, whatever it is.

"Come, Var."

Not yet had Varo stepped up, a hard slap landed on his left cheek. Who had not recovered from the pain that night was given by him. The person who is doing the same thing now. Again.

Zoya screamed, until the second brought her to her senses when the voice echoed filling the hallway of the room that looked amaram.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!."

Vero rose from his chair, pulling the arm of the man who was now gleaming with anger. However, the response he gave again made Zoya's heartbeat hammer. Seeing all this with his own eyes, was something he could never have imagined.

Vero's hand rubbed the corner of his lips that felt wet by the liquid blood. The numbness in his cheeks no longer cared about him when his brother pulled the collar of the figure who had just slapped him.

"Don't touch my sister once!."

"Varo!,"

Zoya's words are also a pull that the girl is trying to do does not mean anything. However, after the pull from Vero.now the child no longer ignites the fire that had been roaring from the beginning.

"Don't make trouble, it's a hospital" Vero said trying to put Varo in the chair. While she...Genandra, repeatedly punched the innocent wall.

Somehow now the feeling, but.the one thing that the two twins can catch, is the pain that never met the edge. Just like they feel.

From the beginning, Zoya was already terrified. A few minutes ago, he never liked it. The quarrels involving the physical always managed to make the shakes uncomfortable. Make it again and again remember the events he had experienced as a child. A debate that never ceases. And that, just because adult thinking is too complicated. It's great to engage both emotionally and physically to vent everything.

Varo's breath was still up and down, staring intently at the floor that knew nothing. Vero leaned his back with his eyes closed. Until Zoya's attention is diverted to the flat object she holds. Slowly, he moved away from there. Until the echoes through his eardrum can he catch.

"Where is lo? Don't know what time it is?!."

Zoya cleared her throat, trying to eliminate the hoarseness as she could.

"Tumben. You're no longer stuck, are you?."

"Seriously! It's me at your house, from earlier Grandma was worried you didn't come home."

Zoya had looked at the two children, as well as the figure of Genandra who had been sitting on the floor. Before he finally got what he had to do.  However, as far as Zoya thinks.he will never be able to leave the two children there. Alone to face all this. But, he also knew that there was no place for him to enter their world.

"Lo's still there, right?."

"Go home now, don't bother me."

In the next instant, the figure there frowned. Because, Zoya never called her name with a brother if there is no desire, also Zoya's hoarse voice more attractive attention.

"Bang Rex."

"Why, are you okay?."

"Can you come here, please?."

"Where?."

"The hospital."

"God! Lo accident?!."

"Gu-."

"Gue get there now."

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