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Cih

"Yes first. I just have a book here. Is the problem the same?" refute Kim Tae Young.

"If you fight again. I'll put your names on the blacklist. You can't enter the library anymore. Because you're interrupting the other students who want to read here!" the library guard.

"That's all gegara lo!" nagging Vin as soon as they get out of the library.

"Nan sang-gwan obseo!" reply Kim Tae Young and walk faster towards his class.

"Cih," replied Vin and walked behind his rival.

***

Vin opened the first page of the Lolita For Angga-kun comic. There he found a familiar girl's name.

"Daughter? The goose? Is this the story of Yura's parents?" tanyakanya.

"You mean?" ask Jong Woo.

"Maulidia Saputri is the name of Yura. Zaenudin Anggara is the name of Yura! Is this the story of Yura's parents? Who made this novel?" ask Vin again.

"The novel by Bella Biyah. It's Om Regi's pen name" Jong Woo replied. "That was the first series to be adapted into a comic. The other series is just a book of novels doang," he continued.

"This is the next?!" ask Vin enthusiastically.

Throughout the day Vin and Kim Tae Young spend time reading the comics that Angga made.

***

After school, Vin meets Kim Tae Young who is walking to the dormitory.

"Gue has finished reading the comic" said Kim Tae Young, proud of himself.

"Gue is too," Bala Vin smiled mockingly.

Kim Tae Young put on a face that did not like the answer. "Who's the name of Angga's waif?!" Suddenly he asked a question.

"Nata-chan," replied Vin briefly.

"What is the name of the festival that makes Angga lose his memory?!" ask Kim Tae Young again.

"J-Festa," replied Vin again. "The number of a student who is disliked by other students because he is a wibu. But, why are so many girls swarming around with him when he wants to go to the cafeteria? And at that time the Princess also had to barge into the crowd for the sake of giving Nozaki-kun movie files. Why?" ask Vin.

Kim Tae Young doesn't pay much attention to every detail about Angga. Because the main topic in the conic is the struggle of the Princess who wants to get the love of an Angga-kun.

Kim Tae Young was silent. He couldn't answer that question.

"Java!" force Vin. "Lo don't know?" taunted.

"Why are the Anggas mobbed by so many girls?" ask Kim Tae Young.

"Because everyone likes Angga. Only thing they don't like is that she's wibu. If he goes to the cafeteria, he'll be a normal human being, don't bring anime. He went to the cafeteria to eat, not watch the anime" Vin replied.

"But why are people hounding him?!" ask Kim Tae Young again.

"Because everyone knows that the Princess also likes Angga. And the only girl who does not care Angga wibu or not" explained Vin.

"About Angga will remember again not the same Princess and Nata-chan?" ask Kim Tae Young.

"Maybe we can tell if we read the other series," replied Vin who should have kept it a secret from his rival. Now he gives way to the outside.

"The comic has a series?!" ask Kim Tae Young.

***

"Just not coming home!" granny screams this morning.

Angga who was preparing to leave for work ran towards Yura's room. The room was empty untouched.

"Call the police now!" screams at his mother again.

"But when did he go? Or did he leave at dawn?" ask Angga again.

Angga's brain was immediately fixed on the sentence that Yura had said when he did not come home. "Kayuki" that name caused Yura to be unable to go home.

***

After school, Angga waited for Kayuki in front of the school gate. He saw Kayuki who was walking quickly towards the black car guarded by the aides.

"Kukuki!"Angga held Kayuki back and made the boy surprised.

"Good day, Om," Kayuki said as she bowed.

"Where is Yura?" ask Angga.

"Yurais? He's not in school, Om" Kayuki replied.

"He didn't come home from yesterday!" angga.

"Huh?! How can you, Om?! He's not in school. He also did not give a letter. How could he not go home?! Have you tried calling?" Kayuki wanted to panic, but did not dare in front of Angga.

"If she answers her phone, I won't ask her to you!" snapped Angga.

Kayuki pulled out her phone and tried to call Yura. But the result is the same. The girl did not answer any calls from anyone. "If something happens to him, what about, Om?!" peekkik Kayuki's.

"You help me find her!" angga.

"Where to go?" ask Kayuki.

"Yes, everywhere! I called the police and told the school. You can ask Yura's friends here!" reply Angga.

"If I ask my Papa for help, will you, Om?" ask Yura.

"As for you, just help me find Yura!" firmly Angga and back made the boy surprised. "Thank you!" angga continued and left Kayuki in front of the school fence.

"Where are you going, Ra?!" pekik Kayuki entered the car and kept trying to call Yura.

***

Meanwhile, what happened in Indonesia instead, Yura came to an electronic equipment service. There he met a middle-aged man.

"Excuse me," Yura said as she held a flash back in time.

"Please enter!" welcome the owner of the place.

Yura approached the man who was sitting on the floor while fiddling with a television that had only a skeleton.

"Excuse me, Pak—"

"Delions!" firmly the man and made Yura's sentence cut off.

Delion is a man who used to bother Yura while she was working as a Gibi bookstore keeper.

"Excuse me Om Delion, this is my old flash drive. I think it's broken. But I want this fixed, can you, Om?" ask Yura.

Delion took over the flash that Yura was holding and looked at it. "What is this?" ask Delion.

"It looks like old photos. I don't know either, Mom. That's why I asked for permission, let me know what it was," Yura replied.

"What's the name?" ask Delion.

"Yura." Delion instantly recorded the name that the girl mentioned.

"Next week we can come here again. I tried to do it first" said Delion and Yura agreed.

When Yura arrived at home, she just saw her phone that had been notified of hundreds of missed calls. Coinciding with that, Kayuki called back and Yura answered her.

"Dad!!" kayuki shouted so loudly that Yura kept the phone away from her ear. "Where is Lo?!" yelled at the man again.

"What the hell lo?! It's noisy!" reply Yura who was not less tight.