DIFFERING
Chap 33 (Without Pamit)

...Loss is a very painful heartbreak. Without any medicine that can heal the wound. ...

Mega up there peeking coyly. In fact, the sun that should have appeared was still hiding behind the dark cloud. Space this time is like knowing the situation. Support the weeping atmosphere in the painful cold. One life looked up, staring at the gray mega that seemed to feel sorrow. The screams inside were still ringing, the more piercing the niches that were now open again. Filled by dark dark wound loss.

"Var, let's go in!."

The boy shifted his focus to Vero who was beside him. Before the faint nod. Then solidify his heart that will never be ready to accept the reality as soon as this.

Hearing the breaking of tears from inside the house alone managed to hit his heart. It will be a real reality. In front of his eyes.

The first focus that the two saw when entering the funeral home was a stiff body covered with brown batik cloth to the chest limit. A face that has no color is exposed. Until the second seemed to stop. Striking back those past wounds rose slowly.

Both feet are heavy to walk. In fact, to move it feels dead fleas. The oxygen around me seemed to run out slowly. Makes the chest both become more tight. However, both return to the conscious when someone's voice sniffles.

"Mas, please come in! Don't be in the middle of the road" said a middle-aged man.

"Yes Sir. Sorry," said Vero then slowly pulled Varo's hand closer to the parents who were still crying beside Reihan's body.

Reihan Aditama, a 17-year-old teenager, was pronounced dead at four in the morning. After yesterday taking off his laughter with his two best friends - it turns out there is a reason behind Reihan's laughter. Perhaps, that was all Reihan could do as a farewell without them noticing. Platelets that suddenly drop dramatically it again makes the condition drop. Until Reihan's body just gave up. Without farewell.

Reihan's mother and father shifted back when they found out that both were present. Although their relationship was not that long, but, the three really complement each other since I was in Junior High.

Both are unable to open their voices. There was only the sound of a stifled sobbing from Varo that only made his chest tight. Vero closed his eyes tightly. Trying to ward off tears that are ready to come out at any time.

The loss of a friend is more painful. It was just as painful when the two children lost their parents.

I'm sincere Rei. Sleep is calm. Don't miss us both, inner Varo.

On the other side, Zoya and Lia just showed their feet in class. The two were greeted by the sound of Laila's crying which made them run towards her two best friends.

"Yes, how about Laila?."

Ayu who felt the accused swooped her eyebrows. Then shake steadily. "I don't know what's wrong."

"Keep why crying?" said Lia.

The class still has a few children. Not many of them had come before seven in less than five minutes.

"You don't know yet?" asked Ayu, who made Laila cry. Drown his head on the table with his shoulders stout. Zoya and Lia who had just arrived were getting more panicked, because Laila never cried in front of them. And now, what's up?

"What news?" asked Zoya. Which then the child's body froze when a reply from Ayu came out.

"Reihan doesn't exist. Died."

It took a few seconds for Zoya and Lia's brains to return to work. Ask questions simultaneously. "When?."

"So morning he said. Try to open a group, it's still crowded."

"Lo, seriously?" asked Zoya once more. Really, the news of that morning really made him believe in disbelief. The as good and funny child Reihan had just known, suddenly left this fast. Although little time they spend during scout activities, Reihan's services reveal Siska's crimes are very valuable to Zoya. Not only that, how are the twins currently doing?

After a brief nod from Ayu, Zoya reached for her phone to be nailed. Looking for Varo's number, but-what should he say?

Lia fused confused eyebrows, why did Laila cry over the death of her underclassman? Just now, Zoya grabs Laila's body for her to hug. Yes, he still remembered Laila's expression back then. "Ikhlas Lai's. God loves Reihan more," he whispered, making Laila sob.

There was a long silence until Laila calmed down again. Then the sound of Zoya makes both Laila neutrals sparkle even though wrapped in clear glass that is ready to spill back.

"We went to his grave. I'm a representative of the organization."

...)( ...

The wet ground that was mountain was ready to be sprinkled with flowers. Until the roses and jasmine covered the entire surface of the ground that drowned Reihan's body. Until the final resting place, Varo and Vero were still silent. In fact, the tears that had wanted to come out earlier seemed to be dead. Dry in there. It was so painful that her tears were reluctant to drip that it only made the wound even more real.

"Son, please let Reihan go. He was happy there, "Reihan's father's soft voice was met with the thin smiles of the twins.

Slowly, one by one the people who delivered Reihan in his new home were gone. Until leaving Varo and Vero there.

Quite a long moment of silence hugged in the cold. Change the hoarse voice of Varo flowed so softly.

"The mosquito is evil, Rei?."

A smile from Varo's lips coincided with the fall of a single tear. His defense collapsed, that drop of tears followed one drop after another without stopping.

"Why Rei? You mean to fail our plan, hm?."

Vero looked up, staring at the gray sky with eyes that had been coated with clear glass. Why has the Universe lately been so happy to play with them in a losing deck? Why should they feel it continuously? What after Reihan, will the Universe give back that loss wound? So who is the next victim?

Rei, thank you for being our best friend, Inner Vero.

The sound of footsteps approaching made Varo immediately wipe his tears. Come to stand when Vero next to him moved. A thin smile that Varo gave to the one life that looked at him. As if to say that he is fine. But the truth is, the boy is not in a good word.

The four people who had just arrived were seated. Without a word, they raised their hands. Awesome prayer for the departure of Reihan they had just known. Short, but very powerful.

Laila again sobbed to see Reihan's name printed clearly on the tombstone. Until the embrace of Ayu increasingly makes Laila's crying broke. The sense that has not been conveyed is a separate wound for Laila.

"Reverse now?" asked Vero.

Varo just glanced. Re-reading the name that was written dead. It seems like he met Reihan yesterday. But, that fast too Reihan went too far. There is no place for the two to meet.

...)( ...

The seven days that the two children passed by were not easy. The sense of loss that killed his mental slowly was still in need of an impingement. Where Varo who more often spent his semester holidays was bascamp. While Vero who more often kept silent in the room even though Jeslyn often came who in the end was thrown out raw.

"Diminum used to be Var milk" said Miranti.

Varo pursed his lips. Sit back and straighten up that glass of milk. "Where are you going?."

"Exercise Ma," he replied while rubbing the milk container with a tissue.

"Varo leaves Ma."

"Eh-you're still doing that silat kayak exercise?."

"Yes. Take care of your mom too. We're just here to stay alone."

Miranti smiled. Wipe the top of Varo's hair gently. Peeking the boy's forehead before actually running away left the Mama.

"Be careful, don't speed!."

Varo stuck his gas through the crowded streets of two wheels. His intention wanted to go straight to the place of the Warios bascamp, but when the net caught a motor he was very familiar drove opposite. Without thinking twice Varo turned his bike. Follows behind without the master's knowledge.

Throughout the journey, Varo's mind was only focused on the destination of his target. Until the motor turns in a small alley. Varo stopped the bike quite far from the master who put the bike in front of the minimarket.

"Ngapain tuh kiddo far here if near his house a lot of minimarkets," murmured Varo.

The child with high kepoan was spurring his steps into the minimarket which turned out to be directly met with the target. Until the next second, Varo's eyes sharpened when a cashier put in a green bottle and handed it to Vero.

Vero froze in place with a heart beat. His hand that was originally floating in the air was about to pay fell down for a moment. In fact, the voice of the cashier who had been memorized in Vero's all-black clothes could not enter his eardrum.

"Mas, here's the stuff!," circus mama cashier who then returns Vero in the real world.

"Ah, not so mbak," Vero's voice shakes made the two eyebrows of the cashier nosedive. Willing to make a sound but cut off by that cold voice.

"Why not be?."

The sharp gaze of Varo's net pierced until Vero's heartbeat was abnormal. Making cold sweat start dripping from his forehead.

"Do you need me to pay?."

"I'm sorry, so or not? If not do not hinder other buyers," asloh Mbak cashier diverted the attention of the two twins. Sure enough, behind them there were already a few in line.

Varo reached into his wallet, then withdrew a hundred thousand dollars. Put it on the cashier table with a rustic pull of the crackle that contained Vero's order.

"Take it back."

"Please Mas" replied the cashier with a smile.

Varo came out followed by Vero with a completely destroyed ketengan. How did his brother get here? And how will he explain it later? The child's mind kept crashing. He was not sure if after this the war between his two brothers was inevitable.

"Dam-."

Vero's hand was brushed aside violently Varo. Settled straight netra Vero who lost his calm. "After this, the game is over Vero!."

Varo stepped quickly towards his motorbike by grasping tightly the black swipe. His anger really rose to the surface this time. It was enough he saw Vero buy that hard stuff. Do not let Vero also consume it. Do not know, if Vero had ever drank it because of coercion from Juna. What if Varo finds out what happened back then? Will his anger be as great as it is now?

Since seeing what Vero did earlier, Varo never had any thoughts his sister would drink the drink. Except for the one he has in mind right now, Juna. Who else is behind this if not the devil?

"Wait man! I can clear it.

"Clearly what?! I don't need it, Ver!."

"Where are you going?" asked Vero frantically looking at Varo who was about to gas him. Moreover, Vero still brought the drink.

"Bang please! Dengerin Vero first," cried Vero without reply.

The boy ran towards his motorbike which was still stuck in front of the minimarket. Stirring gas at high speed. Afraid of losing track of Varo with his obvious anger.

"Please Bang, don't move rashly."

The two children were jockeying with each other regardless of the horn sound of the other rider. Vero's feelings get more agitated when he knows the direction Varo is heading. Wanting to stop his brother even he lost far away. In fact, when Varo stopped in front of the high gate - Vero was still behind there.

With a single rough kick, the gate opened which gave rise to a rowdy sound. The life in the house cursed when surprised, to make coffee that he wanted to drink spilled his hands.

"Get out, you son of a bitch!."

...♡♡♡...

...Al-fatihah make Reihan🤲...

...Reihan the good boy, God loves Reihan more. He was calm there. I can't play any more roles:(...

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