DIFFERING
Chap 35 (Varo Crazy!)

...Being an Indigo is not everyone's desire. And it's not my wish to be one of them. ...

The worn-out walls were lifeless when the two lives that were there clashed against each other with opposing views. One with a full stare, the other with a dislike stare. The small room that now has only two different people in the genre is dominated by the ticking clock that shows at eight pm. Being witnesses to the tension of the two who are still reluctant to open their voices to each other. Until the long silence was broken when a cold voice came out.

"Room here?"

"Varo should have asked. Why did Brother Zoya come to Bang Arex here?"

"Well," Zoya replied, looking away.

"Emang, Brother Zoya often see the silat race with Bang Arex?"

"No yeah! Why do I see people banging, like baseball. It's terrible."

"Well, why are you here now?"

Zoya clucked, staring at a child many questions model Alvaro. "Gue doesn't know! Arex brought it here. Continue to do anyway want to be made Arex tools for the same pretentious village boy next door? If you win, you get nothing."

"Not interfere! Lo diem aja."

Zoya jumped when Arex's voice said. Gaze at a glimpse of Arex fitting a blue belt on Varo's waist. "Why did Brother Zoya come here Bang?"

"Let's get out."

"If you take me to a place like this I'm ogah kali," said Zoya while glancing sharply at Arex who was also staring at him.

"What did I say? If you don't like it back there!"

"God! It is not responsible to be a person. Take me all the way here as well as just ask me to come back alone. Don't you think if it wasn't because I you wouldn't be able to come here?!"

Arex's voice was swallowed back when the door opened. Appears Devan's figure there. "Isn't he ready yet? Five minutes is our turn."

Arex nodded. Turning to look at Zoya with a face that is equally upset. "What?" he jolted to Arex who was no longer serving.

"Udah don't fight! So dizzy Varo."

"My nyesel," murmured Zoya.

"Remember, don't use emotions. You need to calm down."

"Ready Bang!"

"Come on!"

Varo moved on, following Arex who had crossed first. However, his steps stopped when one life there was still in place. "Sister, come!"

"Where?"

"Don't want to see?"

"Ck, no! I'm just here. I'm sono, looking for Arex later," said Zoya while shaking her hand.

"Really?"

"Yes baffles!"

"Judah here, don't go where you'll stray."

Zoya stomps her legs annoyed as Varo's body completely disappears swallowed by the door. So sucks. The mood is messy just because one unlucky person is still in family ties. Otherwise, maybe Arex is dead in Zoya's hands.

"Bosen," muttered Zoya while swinging her legs.

While outside, more precisely in the ring-the two people emit a mysterious look at each other. Until when the sound of the bell was hit, both of them then gave an attack. Make the cheers of the audience echo all over.

Both of them still survive when the bell rings again. First round's marker is over.

"Var, strike the left foot. That's the weak point" Arex said as Varo sat in the chair Devan had brought.

"Drink first" said Devan, giving a bottle of water.

"Inhaler I Bang."

"Why? Your asthma is relapsing?," asked Arex in a panic despite still giving the object away.

"No. Just in case," replied Varo then spray the medicine into the mouth.

"OK, the important thing is to set your breath. Remember, don't be hooked."

Varo just nodded. Turning to look around, the number of spectators there makes the view is limited. "Find who?" asked Devan.

"Sister Zoya is really still in the dressing room?"

"You don't have to think about him. Just focus," said Arex.

Inside, Zoya exhaled a rough breath. Hearing the crowd's boisterousness made him uncomfortable. Wanting to see Varo match was always defeated by fear. All along, he had least liked to see such violence. Perhaps, his childhood trauma - when seeing two people throwing tantrums at each other - also venting around makes him afraid of any form of violence.

Both Arex's eyeballs widened when Varo's opponent kicked Varo's weak spot in his left hip. Yes, Varo said it before. That he had an injury to his left hip from a fall from a motorcycle when he first learned. "Sial, why really hit that point anyway," said Arex while hitting the edge of the ring.

"Var let's get up!" Shouted Devan.

Varo, growling in pain. Curled up with his hands holding his left hip.

"Var get up!," cried Arex, while there the numbers kept counting down.

Zoya's decision is already unanimous. Hearing the sound of the countdown made his step he paced out of the room. Split the crowd that surrounded the race ring. Until his eyes widened when he saw Varo curled up there.

"Alvaro let's get excited! You can definitely! The spirit!"

Zoya's lips lifted into a line of smiles with her hands held up in the air as Varo caught her presence. "Spirit! Come on you can," he cried again. Until a second later, Varo slowly rose right in the third count.

"Continue?"

Varo nodded.  "Okay, fight!"

"Yupss, come on Var!," cried Arex.

"Yak Var, good!," cried Arex who Zoya could catch.

"Ck, you human spotter," he muttered staring at Arex fiercely.

The originally boisterous sound was instantly muffled by the sound coming from the loudspeakers. The second after that made everyone there panic.

"Consideration! All please go to the emergency exit that has been notified. Danger, the police are on their way here in two minutes. Leave this place immediately!"

The sound managed to make Zoya's heartbeat hammer. Damn, what he had in mind turned out to be happening as well. Basic Arex! It was great to bring him to the brink of death. "It's not time to regret Zoy, now where do you go?" the monologue Zoya is still silent. The people there were already running around here.

"Var hurry down!," cried Arex.

Varo was focused on looking at the dozens of people who were there. Looking for a life that turns out to be still there with a thick face of fear.

"Bang run first!," cried Varo then ran towards the edge of the ring opposite the position of Arex and Devan.

"Run Rex! Varo Zoya's samperin," said Devan, pulling Arex's hand.

"Sister, come!"

Zoya was relieved, following Varo's wide steps from behind. Many times the two collided with others. Until that one secret door was right in front of his eyes.

"So Brother" said Varo.

Seconds after Varo's voice came out, the sound of the shot was so loud. Making the heartbeat that had not been normal was re-shaken.

"Borrow his hand for a while, Brother" said Varo then grabbed Zoya's wrist which he immediately pulled.

Netra Zoya looked at the hand of Varo who was grasping it tightly. Until the other beat in there is getting too timid.

The two legs continued to race until they found a narrow path leading to two roads. Varo could crouch, follow the people who run right or left?

"Var, where is this?" asked Zoya in a panic.

"To the left."

Final Varo again ran without removing the grip of both.

Netra Zoya caught Varo's step that was a little shaken even though the foot was constantly spurred. "Var, isn't your body sick?"

"Well, it's nothing."

"Still strong run, right, brother?"

Zoya nodded. The two are reunited with two small alleys between the right and left. Until the right choice is what they finally choose.

The two's grasp is released when Zoya stops her leg. "Udah Far Var. Tired," said Zoya. Sitting on the ground with irregular breaths.

Varo observed around, he felt very foreign to the place. Quiet, and far from where it was. Looks safe.

"No rest there," pointed Varo to a bench near a banana tree not far away. There were no houses they could reach, only pepohohohan surrounded the two.

"Ahhh very tired," Zoya complained after landing her body in the long chair.

Both were silent for quite a while. Resetting his breath until the heartbeat of one of them seemed to stop that second as well.

Zoya turned her head as Varo's hand held tightly to her arm. Until the tense look of Varo also blankly look at the child makes Zoya stiffen. "Var lo don't be weird" said Zoya while shaking the arm of Varo who immediately turned his head.

Look at both of them moving. Until the sound of Varo's voice makes Zoya understand the situation now. "Sir, what's the reading chair?"

"Kata Reihan, the verse of the chair can ngusir satan right Kak?"

Zoya nodded stiffly. "In-where is Var?"

"Bacain ayat kak first Kak," the soft sound of Varo makes the feathers of Zoya's back bristling.

"Bismil was bornrahmannirrahiim" Zoya said in a trembling voice. His hand involuntarily held tightly onto Varo's arm.

"Bismil was bornrahmannirrahiim," said Varo imitating the sound of Zoya despite sounding stiff.

"Allahu laa ilaaha illaa huwal hayyul qoyyuum."

"Huh, how's Brother? Slow down."

"Oh Var, it's gone yet? You see what the hell?"

Varo looked back at the point where the figure was standing. Until a nod from Varo replied. "Still look at us, brother."

"Well, you can't tell him to go?."

"Can't be brother. If Vero could. Brother Zoya bring no HP? Make VC Vero to be expelled" whispered Varo.

"Ribet is so lo?! I read it myself," said Zoya then shook her hand while closing her eyes tightly. Mumbled slowly reading the chair verse.

"Sister..."

"...Pocooggg her jump up and down, escape Kaaakk!!!"

Really, at that moment Zoya was eager to kill Varo. How could the boy run away leaving him alone?

With the rest of his courage, also a body that suddenly stiff-Zoya rose up following Varo who was already in front. Unknowingly he continued to read aloud the verse of the chair with eyes that began to water.

"Varo crazy wait for meee!!!"

...♡♡♡...

...Now it's night time. Busy offline school now. Around 7 o'clock may have passed the review....

...STAY TUNE EVERY NIGHT YAA🤗...

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