DIFFERING
Chap 41 (Year Change_2021)

...Maybe he's tired. You don't know what they're going through, you don't know how much of a burden he's carrying. As much as what cries he hid, as much as what laughter he faked. You never know. ...

...Each of us takes our own path. With their own stories. Each with his own pain. ...

It never occurred to me when all the words that were thrown at that time had more effect. After a few weeks the events of Arex forcing Zoya to stay at his house are revealed. Grandma went to the hospital. For up to two weeks Zoya has to stay at her cousin's house.

One month since January was missed. The end of the month brings a story for Zoya. A lot of changes happened during that time. And all because of an Alvaro who is no longer what he used to be.

If the attitude of the child always had a way to disturb Zoya's life, this time is different. No more Alvaro who always comes to his class. Even just sitting in front of the eleventh grade gazebo ipa emlat. Not at all. What's worse is that the two chat rooms are now increasingly lifeless. No more Alvaro who always sends a row of messages is not clear just asking for food or circumstances. There's nothing more. And it still feels strange to Zoya. Which somehow makes the side of his heart not good. That strange feeling is always haunting. Moreover, lately he heard rumors that the boy was approaching his old friend who Zoya did not really recognize.

"Still this morning. There was no life on his face. Left on the road, huh?"

"Don't bother Lai. People are heartbroken if angry can be dangerous" said Ayu.

"Hust! It's not that you're fishing for both of you."

Both of Zoya's glassy eyes looked at the very understanding Lia. Than his two best friends who never made him calm for a second. "Lia, am I such a fool?!"

"Yes. Just noticed lo?!"

"Laila?!" pekik Lia stared at the horror of Laila who even casually ate batagor.

"Udah is Zoy. You're in a mess why the hell? Just come already wry your face?!"

Zoya did not answer. I also don't know what to answer. Because his feelings are now completely fucked up. Until he himself did not know what was caused by. And all she could do now was bite her deep lips while looking at Lia with help.

"Don't think gini dong Zoy. If there is a story problem," said Lia while stroking Zoya's back.

"Even, most also upset because of the nangisin guy fiction."

"Eat him Zoy, don't be so funny about fiction! Conscious! Whenever a fictional guy remains a fiction! Author's note. Not god. It won't come true!" tymphal Ayu's.

"Not to be pretentious! I also know that fiction is not real! It will never be real!"

"Why is mellow? Dissif know not early in the morning see the face of your asem!"

"You need not look!" ngegas Zoya then buried his head on the table. Argha! His heart is really broken now. She wanted to complain and she couldn't express it. Or, just because his ego is too high a word of prestige?!

"May comes the month of the child!"

"No, yeah!" zoya's reply raised her head.

"That means more blood is high," Ayu chirped that increasingly make Zoya's face red.

"Know it! Add my dizziness here."

The three people who were staring at Zoya's slowly lost back could only shake their heads. His behavior is really like a labil ABG. "Any yeah. It used to be raw. Uh now it's his turn to be left even to poke. Crazy people!"

There are still thirty minutes before the bell rang that Zoya used to just read a book in the library. Although the state of his heart is bad, but if it is faced with the book will improve. Unfortunately, he was looking for the wrong place. Instead of calming down, it makes it more like watering boiling water.

"Var, which good one? This or this?"

"If from the title anyway, good this one. You like mysteries, right?"

Zoya could see even clearly what the two lovebirds were talking about from behind the bookshelf. Since Varo cut off the friendship that was not aware of when it was, making Zoya even more faceless in front of Varo. Doesn't that make no sense? Why be ashamed if he has nothing wrong. But, why did the stretch of distance that Varo made such a choke him?

"Will you take a book?"

"Now next time."

Zoya was stunned when her eyes collided with the pair of dark black neutrals. Although only from the cracks of the shelves, the two almost understand the rigidity of each.

"Var, please take that dong!" inggit. The girl Zoya knows is in the eleven class of Ipa five.

"Oh, this one?"

Inggit nodded while smiling. Then received the recitation of the book that Varo had just picked up from the top shelf. Until his attention turned towards Zoya who had walked out of the library. "Var!"

"Huh?"

"Cock-awkwardly? Why?"

"Eng-rank. Is that what you want to borrow?"

"This is it first."

Varo nodded. Smiling then both stepped to the place where the teacher was on duty.

On the other side, both steps were fast. Not paying attention to the greetings of some of the underclassmen. Stare sharply ahead until his step stopped at the edge of the basketball court unconsciously. Willing to turn around, but urung when yelling divert his focus.

"Zoy!"

"Go back to school and don't go home!" said Arex after being right in front of Zoya. Moisturize the sweat that soaks his forehead with the back of his hand. Zoya frowned not understanding with her cousin who was very excited to play basketball so early. Arex's uniform was soaked in sweat. You slob!

"Emang why?"

"Help me to do my job in Indonesian."

"No! Do it yourself" Zoya replied. His body that had just wanted to step was again restrained when Arex blocked right in front of him. "Belance help yes! I can't do it about making short stories. You'd be smart if it was about hammering so-"

"Lo muji or nyindir?!" zoya shouts a little. Until Arex just stroked his chest patiently. "Ck! Lo why the hell? PMS again, right?! From that ugly face."

"Arex!" annoyed Zoya stared intently at the young man who had fused his brows in confusion. "What a fool you want to say. I don't want to! The point! Hye!"

Arex clucked angrily at Zoya's back which began to shrink from his sight.

"Truly another PMS child!"

...)( ...

February just passed. There is nothing special, there is only a feeling that feels ambiguous to Zoya. In mid-March, everyone is in an uproar about the news of the coronavirus that had gone viral in late 2019 is now becoming hot news in Indonesia. Moreover, the news of the sudden lockdown managed to cancel the midterm replay they faced. Many cheered when they learned the replay was stopped for a while for the next two weeks. But what they expect is not what they imagine.

The central government said it was only two weeks off. But what is it? Not two weeks. But, two years.

The small step continues to be encouraged as many steps also wade through its footing. This is the beginning of the new year 2021 they will welcome. In fact, they did not expect that during 2020 this was the year that life changed. But, for one life it was a very boring year. Until today, right entering the end of December 2020 he was forced to venture to go to Surabaya, himself. And don't forget the rail road transport is the final destination. And it was the first time.

"Jeez, am I really taking the train? By yourself?"

"Where are you going to stray, huh?" muttered Zoya looked uneasily out the window. Now, he was already a little relieved when he found his seat.

"It's okay. Relax Zoy, there is still HP as money. If you don't believe it, you can't go home."

Take a deep breath, then throw it away slowly. The lips lifted to form a smile even though it was invisible due to the mask blocking it.

And yes, one you know for sure. That ever since the deadly virus struck all lives must wear a mask every time you leave the house.

On the other hand, the two men were silent to each other in the rumble of their minds. Until quite a while one of the two broke the silence. Saying a word that hangs. "So that book is just a prank you buy?"

Varo glanced at the book that was on his study table. The two of them were sitting on Varo's bed. Vero was still staring intimidatedly at his brother.

"I don't know."

"Var! I'm serious!"

"Gue is serious. Don't know!"

"Ck! Don't be weird Var."

Both of Vero's hands involuntarily clenched. Look back at the green book. He moved closer until his hand reached for the square.

"If you have no intention to buy this book-mending is thrown away."

Varo glares. Spontan ran towards Vero, robbing him of the book he bought a few months ago. "Anyway throw it away! You think buying this book doesn't use money huh?!"

"So you want to buy that book?" press Vero.

"Yes. I intentionally!"

Vero's expression was completely jumbled. Anger and disappointment are very dominant. Slowly his eyes changed. "Why Var?"

"No idea," replied Varo lightly. Without a care Vero's face was almost made to cry. In fact, the dew behind the Vero netra is now increasingly blurry.

"Can I answer any questions other than I don't know?!"

Varo clucking. Staring right at the two glazed eyes of Vero. Take a deep breath before softly speaking. "Sorry Ver, now may not be the time to know what's on my mind. But, I beg-if someday my choice makes you feel disappointed even destroyed...."

"...Plis, don't ever hate me Ver."

"Including that hurt Mama's feelings?!"

Varo. There was a pause before the stiff nod he gave. And managed to escape a drop of tears from the Vero petals.

"You don't like Zo-kat anymore"

"It's not because of Brother Zoya," Varo replied quickly. His gaze was so steady splitting the iris of Vero that it lost its color.

"Continue, why-"

"Udah Ver! I don't want to talk about this anymore. Don't think about the distance first. Back to your room!"

Before Vero's steps turned around, Varo muttered a word that was able to make his sister bite her deep lips tightly. "Differences will never change anything, Vero."

Varo stared fixedly at the green book that depicted the crescent moon. Complete with a language that is no longer foreign to Varo.

Exactly at four o'clock in the afternoon Zoya arrived in front of his house with online taxi services. The house where both parents and their siblings live. Right after he opened the helmet, his net caught the tall figure approaching with the wheelchair carried.

"Dad!"

The two smile back at each other. Even Zoya could see the shocked face of her father. Obviously, because of his return he did not tell the mother or the middle-aged man.

"Well, what are you riding here?!" ask Dad after Zoya kisses the back of that hand.

"Road the train."

"Geez, son, why didn't you tell me you were going home? I can pick you up. No need to take the train alone, later if there is anything on the road how? No more talking about going home. I can pick you up at the station," Father replied with an anxious face.

Zoya smiled broadly at the tucked-away words of concern. "It's nothing Dad. Surprise, Zoya is fine, right? Congratulations on the goal."

"You're it. It made me surprised to see you're suddenly here."

Dad rubbed Zoya's hair covered in hijab. And it made her want to cry. He really misses, it has been almost two years he did not meet this hero figure in front of him. He wanted to hug his father, but from the beginning Zoya was too embarrassed just to hug. Unlike his first brother, he was closer to his father. Her second sister was closer to her mother. Perhaps, because rarely meet even a roomy stay that makes awkward or embarrassed feelings become a barrier to interaction.

"Oh yeah, that's a wheelchair for Uti?"

"Yes. Pity Uti if in the bedroom continues. So Dad's looking for a used wheelchair next door neighbor. I don't wear it, tell me to wear it he said."

Zoya nodded. Know the situation of the Grandmothers Father who had been this one year experiencing congenital pain parents. He was almost in his nineties. "Jude, come on in!"

The two stepped into the house that immediately got a welcome from three other generations who both widened their eyes. Yes, he managed to make one house surprised by the presence. It feels so satisfied. Until the night of the new year arrived, the sound of laughter and a smile on the lips never fade.

"What I think about Dad and Mom all this time is wrong.Hopefully, this new year further strengthens our family. Dad, Mom, the two naughtily naudzubillah, the same Uti," murmured Zoya in the middle of the row that his two sisters made. Also the smile of his parents who saw the demo between brothers in plain sight.

"Daddy's stomach lately is not good, yes" Dad chirped made all eyes on him.

"Not eating regularly, huh, Dad?"

"I don't regularly eat what Zoy is. Your father was never late to eat. The food is a lot. Every night moreover, still like to make this when the afternoon was also already eating a full plate," replied Mother.

"How bad, Dad?"

"Kayak squeezed it. It hurts anyway," Father replied as he patted his stomach.

"Try on magh's medicine. Milanta if not promagh."

"Udah. But still don't say anything."

"Don't smoke!"

"Know Dad, I love to smoke. Though the smell is not good," said Ivel-second child. More precisely, my beloved son.

"It could be that too."

Zoya giggled amusedly at the look on Dad's face that turned sour.

It's time for Zoya to return home after a whole week she spent with the little family. His eyes never separated from the movement of Dad who put a bottle of mineral water into his bag. "When I get to you later."

"Surely," Zoya replied as she nodded.

"Be careful on the road. There in! Wait till I get on the train."

"Go home and it's okay."

"Udah there! It's on the chek in."

"Jaudah Zoya said yes. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

After kissing the back of Dad's hand, Zoya went inside. Right where the beach stands, the two pairs of netra can still meet each other. Because the station room without a dividing wall can still be seen from the outside. Even when the train came, I could see it. Until the gaze of both must be cut off. However, Zoya felt that there was something strange about Dad's gaze when he looked at her. No goodbye smile. There is only an empty look that somehow makes Zoya feel bad. That look, not as usual. Or is it just Zoya's feelings that aren't ready to go back apart? I don't know.

"Zoya! Why cry?" asked Grandma to take a seat next to Zoya.

"Tomorrow Zoya to Surabaya again ya Nek."

"Well? Yesterday was from there too. Don't know his condition now, do you? Don't go out of town often. The ticking of the station is not in lockdown does not mean the Virus is gone," Grandma cerocos.

"Father is sick."

Those two words managed to widen Grandma's eyes. Then cringing his forehead as if asking for a more detailed explanation. However, Zoya's voice came out. "What pain?"

"Hepatitis B."

...)( ...

Unknowingly the corner of the lips lifted. Like a smile. Realizing that this time his life was falling apart. Maybe laugh at himself. Here, a place with a lot of people passing by with large bags in each hand - it became a sight that often seen. I don't know how many times he went back to this place. And one reason is only because of the figure of his hero who is now struggling. Really, Zoya never thought after a week ago she came home and today she has to go back to her parents' house. Because of the sad news after Zoya came home exactly one day - the news of the death of his Messenger he found. However, at that time Zoya could not go directly to Surabaya because the offline school began to run. Until just today - exactly seven days the Grandma Zoya can only visit.

"Capek Son? Clean up first. All washed his clothes."

Zoya nodded. Passing Mom who is concocting seasonings. Then go into the bathroom. Very exhausting journey. Maybe Zoya can count for three months he has three times stepped on the city of Surabaya. If only there was no online school, maybe now he can not go back and forth Jakarta-Surabaya.

"Zoya, when are you here?" mother asked when Zoya came out of the bathroom.

"Maybe it's weekly ma'am. I still go to school online."

There is a silence that both of them leave. Until Zoya's voice returns. Stopping the movement of the mother who was stirring vegetables. "Em- yesterday the results of his USG how did Mom?"

The look on Mom's face changed immediately. And that makes the ticking in there even more. "Mom, how?" ask Zoya again.

"Now it's Hepatitis C."

Like an invisible hand squeezing Zoya's chest. Staring at the two irises Mother who was also looking at him was tired. I don't know why Zoya feels like there's something I'm trying to hide. "Keep the doctor what to do? Don't need to stay in the hospital?"

"No need to stay overnight. It's still waiting for the results of the same ultrasound blood test again."

"Why do we have to use USG again?"

"Mom doesn't understand either. He said let me know the progress. Don't discuss this first, you finish your clothes first!"

Zoya breathed a heavy sigh. His mother was always like that when invited to discuss the development of his father's disease. Zoya peeked out of Dad's room as she passed by. Since Dad was diagnosed with Hepatitis disease which was originally in stage B until now in stage C-Zoya can feel the drastic changes of the development of Dad. The weight of the body began to decrease, even now to walk is difficult.

"Cheal fast, Dad."

It's getting dark. After the seven-day study event was completed, the house was again deserted. All the closest families also began to go home one by one. I left my mother in the guest room. Unknowingly, his eldest son was already beside him. See how Mom's nimble fingers scroll the screen. And the second after Zoya read what her mother was looking for, that moment also shakes her chest suddenly abnormal.

"Eh Zoya, have you finished washing the dishes?" ask when I realize the boy is next door. And immediately turn off the device which even makes Zoya more suspicious.

With a smile Zoya nodded. "Jaudah I want to go kitchen first. If you want to sleep, go to bed first."

Traveling by Mother, Zoya is still silent. Think about why the mother is looking for liver cancer on the internet. And couldn't it be if her mother was looking for something that didn't have a reason?

"Can't possibly?" lirih Zoya unconsciously her eyes warmed up. Squeezing the tip of his shirt while making a prayer, so that what had crossed his bad mind did not become real.

But Zoya with her bad estimate it turns out to be true. When after returning from the chek up the father, the two neutrals were not stopping to shed tears. After the explanation the mother made her world as if it was destroyed that second. Back to remembering the complaints of the father during the new year. Complaints that have got answers now.

"Sir, why cry?"

Zoya turned her head, finding her little sister-Mela already beside her. Turning to look at Father who was closed, looks uncomfortable with wrinkles on the forehead. "Not crying."

"lik! There are tears in his eyes" said the boy who was still sitting on the bench in fifth grade.

"Just flickering. You ate with Ivel."

"Wait a minute, don't want to be the same Ivel."

"Just say yes you, never get along with her own mother."

"Neebelin' him!"

"What are you?"

"What the hell is mbak. No yeah! Let's eat first!"

Zoya resigned when her hand was pulled by Mela. After the meal was over, he took his steps into Dad's room. There's also a mother who's been checking out Dad's Chek Up files today. "Mom, you don't know about this?"

"Why do you suddenly ask that?"

"Yes, it's just nanya. But they don't know about Dad's pain either."

"Who said? Yes they do, but the time is early. And they also have a stomachache. That's why I had to lie."

Zoya breathed a heavy breath. Wanted to get rid of the bad thoughts that always haunt him at all times. But the reality he knew made it all go away. Back to thinking whether there is a disease suffered by the father, someone met the point of the word healed?

"How long does the doctor say, ma'am?"

The voice of Zoya can still be heard. Even those ambiguous-sounding questions can still be interpreted. "You know the answer. You're not an Ipa boy, are you? Time doesn't know anyway?" reply Mom while laughing softly. And Zoya knew it wasn't a happy laugh. All he could hear was Mom's desperate laughter. Even from the look of her eyes alone made Zoya's heart again torn apart.

Final stadium. Four to six months maybe, inner Zoya.

"Don't cry. Doain there is a miracle" said Mother while removing a drop of unconscious tears from her eyelids.

It's been a week, and now Zoya's back at Grandma's. Making big questions even slurs from his family who were there. As in court, Zoya must be faced with three people who look at her full of intimidation.

"Actually your father is sick what is Zoy?" ask Aunt Mama Arex who had urged earlier. Not only Mama Arex, Grandma also Arex himself was fed up with the silence of the girl.

Zoya takes a deep breath before replying which then makes the three adults there freeze.

"Cancer of hearts."

...)( ...

Entering April is the beginning of the month of Ramadan they welcome. It's been almost two weeks that they've been fasting. Things got worse as the surge in covid-19 patients multiplied. And that impacts learning that is still in the online term.

The morning of the girl was disturbed when the sound of calls from outside the house made her forced to wake up from her sleep that had just been closed. Until the steps gontai he took to meet the child of his sister Grandma who was in front of his house. "What's up, Mom?" asked Zoya with a hoarse voice.

"From earlier called Mom. Why not lift?"

"Huh? Don't know. Belun open HP."

"Jude open now. It's important to say."

"Ah, yes thank you."

Zoya immediately took her gawai. Open up internet data. And sure enough, there have been many notifications of missed calls from Mother and also her sister-Ivel. He was just about to call back, but stopped when his gawai ring first. The name of the mother is shown on her flat screen.

"Hello?"

"Zoya is home now, son. Take the bus if there are no train tickets."

Zoya frowned at Mother's hoarse-sounding voice. Like I've been crying. "What's wrong, ma'am? How come all of a sudden?"

"Don't ask too many questions! Go home now. Take the bus."

"Of course, Zoya did not dare to ride the bus. Why do you tell Zoya to come home? What's up?"

"Go home Zoya! You don't pity me?"

"What is Dad?"

There was a sound of breathing from across. Zoya is getting upset. Tomorrow's Monday, and he finds the school entrance part offline. But on the other hand, his feelings are not good.

"Yes, please come home!"

"I-iya Zoya's coming home now," Zoya's final. Without a second thought he immediately cleaned himself up. And for the first time, Zoya gets on the bus. Only with the capital of the remnants of his courage the girl was already in the bus. Hopefully, everything will be fine.

His feelings were anxious, the whole journey felt increasingly distant. Until he opened his chat ring with Lia. I would love to say it all to my best friend. However, after getting a reply from the master everything disappeared. And back he tried to hold it himself.

^^^Lia ^^

Bestiee [ Yes, Zoy? ]

^^^Ah, not so ^^

Bestiee [Hormat, what's wrong? ]

^^^ In fact, not so ^^^

Bestiee [Any ship? ]

...(.(.Initially yes, there is still chtnya^)...

Zoya had a small laugh reading Lia's message. Why be onto the topic of that still hot ship? The sinking of the KRI nanggala ship did indeed have time to discuss the night, maybe that makes Lia again guess ketopik last night.

Arriving at home, Zoya immediately meets with Mother in the room. And immediately told the boy to go into the room Dad who already had Ivel there. I don't know where the other sister went. What Zoya caught now was only the sound of Dad's breathing sounding heavy. Also his sister who was next door with sobs. Seeing it all was not imaginary to shed drops upon drops of tears from both corners of Zoya's eyes. His chest tightened to see his father breathing with difficulty. His eyes were open, but his eyes felt empty.

There wasn't a word Zoya said. Taking place next to his sister. Then whisper the words tasbih right in the ear of the father. With a clear circle that does not want to stop it.

"Mom, don't we take Dad to the hospital?"

Mom was quiet for a moment. Maybe what I'm thinking right now is just like Zoya. Just by looking at the condition of Dad who has been like this, can the hospital help?

"Let's see first. If it's still like this, we'll take it to the hospital. You know Zoy, I'm afraid that if we take him to the hospital in a covid condition like this will add runyam."

The afternoon. And Dad's situation is still the same. That painful-sounding breath made Zoya even more unhinged. No, this is not the end of everything. During this time Zoya has been back and forth to accompany Dad if his mother works. And you're not going that fast to give up, are you?

After Iftar was done, everyone gathered in Dad's room. Zoya's two sisters accompanied there. The sound of heavy breathing coming out of Dad's mouth was getting louder. Everyone was crying in silence. While continuing to petrify the father who can little follow the guidance of tahlil reading from Mother.

Zoya wiped her tears. Trying hard in front of his two sisters who had sobbed great. Mother continued to read the sentence tahlil that, unconsciously slowly the two eyes closed Dad together the last three gusts that could not be separated from Zoya's view. And in that second, Zoya covered her mouth with both hands. Withstood the scream that almost slipped out. I repeatedly called Dad, but the eyes were no longer open. No more getting a response. No more breathing sounds that sound like people snoring. Now the room was completely filled with weeping roars that could no longer be held back.

Today, April 25, 2021 at 18:00, the exact day the Grandmother left - the father also left. Followed his mother to higher ground. Closing their eyes forever. Leave all the memories. Chalk up the word profound loss.

Zoya thinks she's the most powerful of her mother and her two younger siblings. Even Ivel is Dad's favorite child. After a few days, his guess was wrong. Zoya feels that now she is the one who deserves to regret. Sorry for not spending more time with my dad. Even hugging Dad was almost never felt. Zoya regrets, regrets never expressing her affection. But he is very grateful to be with his father for the past four months. Four months that felt short. Taking care of Dad, also had time to sleep with Dad. Bribing Dad every day, things Zoya never did. And all those memories will never be lost in time.

Thank you, Dad. It has made Zoya strong at the end of despair in the face of trials at the beginning of 2021.

...)( ...

The girl was again faced with the bitterness of loss. Here, under the evening sky, Zoya sprinkles flowers on a mound of dirt that has just drowned her family's body. After Dad left, lapse two months younger brother Grandma who was also in Surabaya also left this world. And now, Grandma's little sister who also left. The middle-aged mob that Zoya already considered her Grandma was gone forever. God, why is this year so painful? Why does losing always say hello to him? How many times in six months has Zoya heard from her closest family?

"Enough, not anymore."

But in fact, God is slowly destroying his mind. A few months later, in September, Zoya heard the news again. Apparently, the dream he had experienced was a sign. Signs that will be real.

On September 28th, one of those people surrendered. Choose to leave forever.

"This year, it's been tough for me Var. Why do you also have to destroy my mental like gini?"

"sorry. Sorry for everything Alvaro."

The drops of clear liquid again escaped. Until his eyes blurred, staring at the cross-shaped tombstone with the scratches of the name Alvaro Genandra there.

The wound curled up his heart that was not yet perfectly closed, this time it was increasingly wide open. Just one word he hates in 2021. Namely, death.

Wh why? Why should there be a meeting if it ends up being this painful? He hates to lose. Moreover, losing with the death bulkhead.

"Now you can meet my dad there Var. Please let me know my love. Stupid, all this time I never said that I love you very much. Just because of shame. Funny thing."

Two days ago, Zoya learned that Varo had a heart condition. Know for yourself from the boy. Zoya herself is like being hit back by the waves that drown her in the darkness. After that, it was all really dark.

It was almost crazy when one year was only faced with the taste of losing that strangled him. Until Zoya gets back up by venting everything on the writing. Until the years change, there is only one hope. Hopefully, this year there will be no more news of death. Loss too.

...♡♡♡...

...⚠️⚠️⚠️...

...I'm speeding up the groove on the real. Zoya and Varo have completed their journey in 2021. Now, let the Author tell their story in perpetuity. In the author's imagination....

...So, all this time we've been telling a figure that's gone? Yeah, that's right. But his name will never be without this book....

......⚠️⚠️⚠️......

...Ready to welcome both of them in the new year? In the new world?!...

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...AUTHOR THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT SO FAR. LOVE ALL FRIENDS❣...

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