It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 06: Let's Write a Comic Together

Under the bright moonlight, I paddled my bicycle with all my might on the asphalt reflecting the lights on the side of the road. With a breath of breath, I tried to pedal while holding back the dinginya night air that hit the face.

Not very polite Adit, just open the personal documents of people. Even though it is not a document that contains a nude photo of me, it still violates ethics. I don't think I should have nyimpen script in dalem pendoldisk, so not blunder like gini. But my goal nyimpen it on flash yes so I can take it everywhere, so every time there is inspiration dateng that I can write, I can use OTG to write on HP. I also intend to delete the scripts in the flash because it is already on the laptop, but unfortunately I forgot, so gini deh finally, read the same people. Although he was familiar, but still shy to the ears (embarrassed until the ordinary dahun-ubun)

In this day's mallm, the passing vehicle is already quite small, my area is quite quiet if compared with other areas. Sometimes there are one or two cars that highlight the lights immediately surrender to the face of me who is cycling on the edge, very disturbing, I almost hit the electric pole because of the brightness of the car lights.

Avoiding the pedaling of the bike, I took the right lane when I arrived at a crossroad. I entered a residential area. There are many houses on the right and left side of the road. When he found a stall, pulled over, parked the bike in front of the stall. I don't think there's any harm if I bring a snack at Adit's house. Anyway, I plan to do ICT work with Adit, there is a possibility that I will spend at home he this malem.

“OK, again. Segini enough.” I hung a white plastic containing snacks that I just bought at the stall in the stang speda, then continued pedaling.

About seven minutes of cycling, I arrived in front of Adit's house. Abis Markirin bike, I walk around Adit's yard which is not so wide. Adit house the porch lights are very bright, the last time I came to the mallem-malem, the feeling of the lights is not as bright as this. Must have been replaced.

“Assalamualaikum!” I said hello after knocking on the door a few times.

While waiting for the door to open, I looked around, some flower pots in front of the terrace of Adit like the number is getting more and more, good to see. His mother Adit is a jago picky taneman ornamental suitable for his home, seger very atmosphere is home.

“Walaikumsalam.” Finally, my greeting was also answered after several times knocking and greeting.

The one who answered and opened the door for me was Siti, her sister Adit.

“Eh, there's bang Riyan. Login bang, please.” Siti greeted with a cute smile.

I took a bar of chocolate and some potato chips from the white plastic bag that I brought, “Nih,” I said as I reached out chocolate and potato chips to Siti.

“Wah.” while receiving it, Siti's eyes seemed to sparkle a snack from me. “Rejeki nomplok, happened to have missed Siti's pocket money at home, so today Siti did not snack at school at all, just could ngeliatin temen-temen on snacks.”

Kasian. I also have ngalamin, emang nyesek, sih, it feels.

“Abang lo is still up, right?” I asked while taking off my sandals and entering the house.

“Still, kok.” Siti and I walked together.

The Adit family home is quite magnificent and looks luxurious, typical of affluent people's homes, it is. Adit's father is an architect who is a lot of pesenan, super busy, can meet the family well. Adit was in a fairly wealthy family, but they chose to live simply.

“Nby the way..” Siti who walks next to me, holding her chin while looking into the sky-langiite, “From this afternoon bang Adit has not come down from her room, you know. Even he did not eat malem, fitting Siti ketok-ketok door also he said ‘entar’ mulu.” Further.

“Hem..., that's it, it's busy again, huh?”

Siti nodded. “You guys again, many tasks, yes bang?”

“Segunung,” Answer me briefly while joking.

I'm sure, the kampret was not busy doing the task, but busy reading my script-script that was not karu-kulian it. From afternoon? Did he read everything?

“So the high school boy was horrified, huh?” Siti looks scared. I think I was wrong to talk.

After a little pleasantries with Siti, I slightly accelerated the pace, entering more dalem to the house of Adit. Just like me, Adit was also his room on the second floor, so I rushed to get there.

“Get the ladder slowly, Riyan, last jatoh, you know, son!” With her eyes fixed on the TV, her mother Adit advised me to climb the stairs brutally. Her voice was soft, typical of good mothers.

“Iya aunt, sorry.” I answered politely while fixing my footsteps up the stairs.

Arriving in front of Adit's room, I paused for a moment before opening his bedroom door. I squirm to the left. Right next to Adit's room, there is one more room that until now, as long as I play here, I never squirm the room open. I know whose room it is, it is the room of his older brother Adit who is studying in Japan on scholarship. For a year I met with Adit and often also played here, I never squirm the form of his older brother Adit kayak how, never come home. Because the room made a very mysterious impression, I became curious what was in the room there.

With all the inner-born readiness to mengomelin Adit and teased his head, I opened the door to Adit's room quickly.

As soon as I opened the door and entered a step into the room, I could hear the sound of the printer again printing paper. I just dibem, while menggebawa plastic package white snack in the left hand.

“Can I, lo print,ya?” My body is stiff, I don't know what to do. He could have printed my script without my permission.

“Yep.” He was reading while reading the sheet of paper in his hand, he seemed to be very relaxed reading, sitting on a chair, his leg truss placed on his study table.

I walked towards Adit, putting a package of snacks on his bed. I went straight to the printer intending to ascertain what my real script that he printed. And it turns out, really, that's my novel. From the content of his writing I already know that it was my first novel in the 7th grade. I didn't even realize that I was still stuck in the flash in Adit's pinjem, I thought I deleted it, damn it.

“Lo nge-print this all for what?” I went to Adit who was busy reading.

He's just diem. Focus read. I feel strange, because usually Adit is a bit chatty and I am more diem than him.

Moments later he directly pressed the spacebar button on his laptop. How surprised I was when I saw what was displayed on the screen Adit laptop. On the screen there are several panels of comic images that are still not neat, still a sketch but there are two panels that are neat, already look good with the style of anime characters. I then look at what is on the table, right in front of the laptop, there is a digital drawing tool, or digital tablet that is attached to the laptop.

“Lo can comic pictures?” I asked in disbelief.

I'm not sure if he's the one who drew the picture, but in this room there is him, who keeps the picture if not him? But I still can not believe fully if the picture is Adit. the problem is the picture is very good.

“Who else? obviously I am, hehe..” Said Adit.

I was busy looking at the laptop screen, admiring the comic sketches.

“Where, cool, right?” Ask Adit.

“Serious?” I still admire the comic sketches on the laptop screen.

“Iya, do not believe it, wonder I.”

The atmosphere became quiet for a while, before Adit finally said, “That you saw is a comic version of the script lo the mystery of the school.”

“...” I was speechless, unexpected.

“Bro, let's write comics together!” Adit said with passion.

“Haa?” I'm still lagging.

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