Drain Separator
Daren Kekanak - kanak

Near the city park which is located not far from the campus, there is a small cafe but no less luxurious than a cafe whose size is spacious. This cafe is called Cafe Dusk. The visitors are among teenagers and especially people - people who like calmness and away from noise. This cafe is Saras' favorite place. Saras often spends time with Miss in this cafe.

There are many shady trees in this cafe, as well as flowers of various types. Saras and Nona were sitting in an isolated chair covered by a shady tree.

"So that guy who hit you yesterday got hurt?" Ask Nona to Saras, then he grabbed the mango juice that had been presented in front of him.

"Yes, I was also surprised to hear it." replied Saras. Miss drank the juice a little, then put it back on the table.

"He's a popular guy in our campus! many girls are chasing and hoping to be her lover." continued Miss. Saras scrunched his forehead.

"He's an Actor?"

"No, he's the only son of a wealthy businessman who is quite famous in this country. He also has a very handsome face, it's only natural that he became the target of the women." replied Miss explained.

"Sounds like you already know him?." Saras asked, he then grabbed the juice in front of him.

"Not really, I just often hear the girls in the box telling me about the guy. That's all I know about him." replied the lady. Saras nodded, enjoying the juice without continuing the discussion about Daren.

"Looks like you Saras!" said Miss.

Uhuukkk.. Saras chokes. Miss swiftly stood over Saras.

"You okay?" Miss asked worriedly, she rubbed Saras's back.

Saras put the juice back on the table, then took a tissue to clean his face and clothes that were splashed with juice.

"I'm fine!" answer Saras casually. Miss sighed, she sat back in her chair.

"You know very well. We just got acquainted. But you already have such thoughts." Saras murmured in disbelief.

"Hey, I've had experience with men. What else when looking at his behavior and eyes when looking at you. It's very clear she likes you." Miss replied reassuringly. Saras scrunched his forehead.

"As for you, I don't care!" said Saras ketus. Miss pursed her lips, she then grabbed back her juice.

"Until when will you continue to close yourself like this" said Miss.

"Let's know, I learned from your story that men always hurt. I don't want to rush, what's more to open my heart to reckless men." Miss widens her eyes.

"Are you mocking me or feeling sorry?" said Miss accusing Saras. Saras frowned.

"Who's mocking you? I'm just making your love story a lesson, okay!" saras' reply was unacceptable.

Miss was silent, she confirmed Saras' speech. His love story has always gone wrong. He was always hurt by people close to him. And only Saras was always patient listening to his complaints if he was hurt by men. Saras is always there for Miss, and tries to understand Miss's feelings.

"At least you're not the one who said that all men are the same. Equally - equally hypocritical and hurtful." said Saras again reminded Miss to him first. Miss scrunched her forehead, she was right to say that to Saras. Not even once, he told Saras every time he was hurt by men.

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Daren seemed to be sitting in the balcony of his room, he smiled as he rubbed his right hand. Accents came with canned drinks for him and Daren. The shuddering accent was horrified to see Daren's strange behavior.

Accents put the canned drink rough onto the table. Then he sat opposite the accent. While Daren is still acting strange even though there are accents near him.

The accent opened his drink and then gulped it almost out. He then looked at Daren with a strange look.

"You're crazy, huh?" ask Accents. But Daren didn't dismiss it. Daren continued to smile while rubbing his hand. Accent frowned, he stood up from his chair and slapped Daren's right hand hard.

"Record"

Of course Daren was surprised. Daren widened his eyes.

"What are you doing? sick tau!" sumpul Daren rubbed his hand which was now flushed red due to the punches of Accents.

"I was disgusted to see your behavior." replied Aksen, he sat back in his chair. Daren pursed her lips.

"Say you're envious" said Aksen. Accents twisting puffed eyes. He took his drink back.

"How dare you slap my hand, but here is the hand and also the scent of Saras's hand" he said, pointing at his hand and then kissing it. Daren frowned, his face turning sour.

"Now that the fragrance of his hand is gone turns into the smell of your hand that smells of carrion." grumbled Daren not accept, he stared at the annoyed Aksen who pretended not to listen to him. Accents continue to enjoy the canned drink.

Daren got out of her chair and grabbed the canned drink from Accent's grasp. Then Daren put it rough on the table. The accent frowned.

"Why are you?" said Aksen upset.

"You have to take responsibility!" said Daren who makes the accent confused.

"Acconsible for what?" ask confused accent. Daren held out her hand right in front of Accents face. The accent frowned not understanding Daren's intentions.

"Why did you stretch out your hand, you want me to hit him again?" said Aksen raised his hand ready to hit Daren's hand again. Just then Daren pulled his hand.

"No, but I want you to be in charge of returning Saras' scent and handprints that disappeared from my hand because of you" Daren said. The accent looked at Daren with a careless look.

"Basic crazy!" he said while brushed aside Daren's hand. Then he got out of his chair. Daren grimaced in pain, he rubbed his hands again.

"It hurts! you rude man." said Daren with an annoyed face.

"Bodo very!" sahut Aksen who has now left Daren dalconon.

"Where are you going?" shouted Daren asked. But he did not find an answer from the accent. Daren then ran over to Accent, he saw Accent now lying comfortably on his bed. Daren widened his eyes, he hurried to pull the Accent to get out of his bed.

"Why are you sleeping there, get out of here.!" titah Daren pulls the Accent.

"Whatdidyou say? you want to sleep here?" ask Daren not to believe it.

"yes." replied A short accent with a typical sleepy voice.

"No, hurry up you get out of here." Daren forced the Accent out. But Aksen still insisted not want to go out. He covered his body with a blanket. That made Daren even more furious.

"Get out of here! you're just gonna be a bully in my dream tonight." said Daren, continuing to force Accent.

"What do you want to dream? Mimpiin Saras?" ask for accents from inside the blanket.

"Of course, I want to be satisfied dreaming it until morning without any interference from anyone, including you!" daren replied while forcibly pulling the Accent.

"Hurry up and get out of here, or I'll have to kick you out of here." threatened Daren. They then wrestled on the bed, until the accent fell down.

Buuggh..

"Aishhh sick!" Accents grimaced pain in his back due to a fall. Daren smiled with satisfaction.

"Based on the boy, you are a child" said Aksen annoyed. Again Daren smiled with satisfaction.

"That's it, get the hell out of here. I want to sleep." said Daren. He grabbed the Accent's hand and pulled it to stand. However the accent pulled his hand rough.

"Let go! I can get up myself." said Ketus accent. Daren pursed her lips.

"All right, now get out!" he said again, he walked over to open the door for Accents. Accent pursed his lips, he stood up and left the room with a furious look at Daren. That made Daren laugh.

"Be careful in my best friend's way!" he smiled widely. But the accent did not dismiss him at all. Daren locks her room, then drops her body onto her king-size bed which is now a mess because of Accents.

Daren grabbed the bolster and then he hugged while imagining the beautiful face of Saras. He hopes that tonight Saras will gladly enter into his dreams.

Accents descend from the second floor where Daren's room is located. His face still looks annoyed because of Daren's annoying behavior.

"See, I won't help you if you ask for my help to get close to Saras. I'm sure without my help, you wouldn't be able to." Sewu Accents.

Sudarsih who wanted to go to the kitchen arrived - suddenly saw Accents. "Den Accents?" said Sudarsih let out a smile. "Den Aksen wants to go home? Tumben does not sleep here, usually if it is late at night like this, Den Aksen does not go home again." asked Sudarsih astonished. Accents pursed his lips.

"Yes Bik, he was going to sleep here. But it seems Daren won't allow it. He also forced me out. That's why I came home." replied Accent with a pouting face. Sudarsih frowned.

"Well why is that so, usually Den Daren himself who does not allow Den Aksen to go home. Why did he just throw out Den Aksen?" ask Sudarsih wonder. The accent grunted annoyedly.

"Say he doesn't want his sweet dreams to be disturbed if there's me!" aksen. Sudarsih scrunched his forehead.

"Indeed Den Daren want to dream what the heck, how long?" tanya Sudarsih curious.

"Obviously, he's in love again. Some days his heart is again flowering - flowers." replied Aksen, it then made Sudarsih chuckle. He suddenly remembered the funny incident this morning about Daren. Accent frowned, he looked at the astonished Sudarsih who arrived - suddenly laughing.

"Bik Asih why laugh? Bik Asih mocked me because Daren kicked me out of here?" tanya Aksen with a pouting face.

"No Den, it's not that. Bibik laughed because he suddenly remembered the incident this morning about Den Daren." replied Sudarsih making Aksen curious.

"Indeed this morning Daren why Bik?"

"So morning Den Daren woke up part, at 5am Den Daren was ready - ready to go to campus, it was neat and fragrant. Even he shouted - everyone woke up screaming. Den Daren also ngomelin Bibik because there is no breakfast at the table. Though he himself who built it part." replied Sudarsih chuckled as well as Accent.

"Haha.. He turned so weird that he was in love." replied Accent chuckling. Sudarsih also agreed.

"Den Accents don't have to go home anymore. Just sleep here. Bibik will prepare a room for Den Aksen." said Sudarsih.

"But Bik, if Daren finds out I'm sleeping here. He will definitely drive me away, I am lazy to hear his chatter. "Accent replied with a frowny face. Little smile.

"Let's just relax, there are plenty of rooms in this house. The Accent can sleep in the guest room on the first floor. Den Daren won't know that."

The accent fell silent, he thought of Sudarsih's idea.

"Don't think anymore, just sleep here. Ayok Bibik show room for Den Accent." Sudarsih said. The accent nodded small. He agreed with the idea of Sudarsih, better he did not have to go home and stay asleep at Daren's house.

Sudarsih brought Accents to the guest room on the first floor. After arriving in front of the room, Bik Asih also opened it.

"Please enter Den? tell Sudarsih politely to Accent. Smiling accent.

"Thank you Bik." said a polite accent. Sudarsih nodded.

"Tante Greeta hasn't come back Bik yet?" ask Accents.

"Madam Greeta was out of town this afternoon, he said he had business" Sudarsih replied, Aksen nodded - nodding his head.

"Is there anything lacking in Daren?" ask Sudarsih. Daren also saw the contents and sleeping equipment in the room that he would occupy it.

"It doesn't seem like anything else, Bik!" answer sure accent.

"Then Bibik left first, if Den Aksen needs something call Bibik. Don't worry!" Sudarsih.

"Yes Bik, thank you" said the polite accent.

"Same - same Den." replied Sudarsih and then left the accents. After Sudarsih left, Aksen locked the door of his room, then dropped his body onto the bed.

"Sorry Daren, I'm still sleeping in your house!" said the accent in his heart. He closed his eyes and slept well.