Itami No Chikara's
There's No Me Here

The world, this is the place where everything becomes eternal. No one is immortal in this world. Time, place, state, emotion or feeling. Everything that exists ... has never been felt by one person.

No matter how many things there are in the world, no one can feel them all at once. Only knowledge becomes a science of understanding.

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Soluble in darkness, the space painting had vanished because of it. Now, the commotion has come to the black cotton island that is impossible to step on. Bring the clock to the number five.

Wet, that's the impact of that clockwork. The pain begins when the clock turns into another form. Transparent shooting stars amount to the same symmetry as folding and rotating circles, a small size that refracts light.

A very drastic change from clockwork to transparent micro-falling stars.

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Huh, seems like enough. Stay Asia, then the rest and done!

"Mas! Sleep on! Bye malem! I'll confiscate the phone if I don't sleep!"

"Yes-yes!"

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Very beautiful sound. Can you still feel the sun tomorrow morning?

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"My Lord, as always, yes …."

Tomorrow has become today. After hope is expressed, gratitude is said, a new day begins. The light from the sun had entered the room. The flickering of the lamp has not been turned off, but it is not an obstacle.

Well, hopefully it's not too late.

The drama dialogue begins. Just need a narrative 'to say it. The laziness of a mother, the pursuit of time with a limit of zero sixty thirty. It ended with a request from my father.

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Huh, until!

Footprints of shoes are not left on earth, but steps continue to run non-stop. Passing by and glancing at the glance of the neatly dressed people on the sides. Blue white is worn smaller, wood brown color becomes clothing for the magnifier.

Junior high school, this is where learning for teenage students begins.

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Greetings are given, the burden on the shoulders is placed. After seeing anyone in the room named class, the view immediately focused on the female student.

Sitting quietly with the stationery that was being used to rewrite the word, that was what the female student did. All of this is seen and seen with taste.

"Fian, are there no formalities today?" Another female student asked and turned her eyes.

"Oh, ada. Membership that is the organizer. Huh, troublesome."

"Well, I didn't bring the hat! Yesterday I brought it unused!" The other students complained.

There are no last words. The view was again directed at the female student. However, it was all only temporary because of the other female students.

Fortunately, it was photographed.

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Formality began. Respect and courtesy are exercised. Although there are still some mistakes made, including for his membership.

"Nr …."

The mind that changes the color of the view, the air in the body is poisoned. I'm not strong! That was how it ended up, an empty voice in the true meaning of falling. Produce black color in view.

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"An …."

"Blogan …."

"Fians …."

"Afians …!"

A sense of light is obtained, but other flavors also accompany. Netra has seen the world, but the chest gets a mist of disease. Wake up slowly, then adjust.

"What ... which …." Temporary pause, resuscitate the nerves of the brain and the consciousness system.

"Ah ... just a dream, huh?"- smiling in the cloudy weather-seek"a dream that was real yesterday."

Self-reflection is clearly visible there. Long hair was black, slightly pale white skin and sharp red netra. Yeah, that's what he is. The Afian Ika Pratama.

He who has now changed drastically and cannot go back in the past.

Let the story of him go back. It starts with a real dream whose origin is the past. However, it seemed like no one would care about this story.

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"Eng …. Me, not strong!" the mind begins to say the word weakening.

The firm position instantly turned into a weak sitting. Two people who were teachers began to come over. Silence is helpless and can only repeat the blink of an eye, that is the condition at this time.

Trying to change the yellow color that is now a light of vision. But it ends with seeing the darkness. In fact, there is no reason to go deeper.

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"I'm ... totally helpless, yeah …. He probably won't want to ..,"-erase negative thoughts by closing the eyes-"haaaah …. What am I, can I be cold now?"

After the help is given by the teacher, a cold attitude is shown. It's a little faded that taste. Regret in air tightness, that's the feeling that is gained when many students give low responses.

"Ult .. they were the same. It's all just a fake. So this, yes. When you know who's really a friend."

Yes, really weak!

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Footsteps are performed with little discomfort. Questions were asked by classmates, but the answers were very short. No pleasantries.

"Go home? He was told to sleep at best, already! Can't say anything, just take care of the old man!" That's answer.

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Classes begin, middle days. Many things happened, including the problem of keeping perpetuating an indifferent attitude of coldness. Even so, the view is still directed at female students who sit near the classroom door.

It turns out, he wears a bracelet. Maybe, that's her friendship bracelet with her friend.

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Walking, gives understanding in the form of movement of a pair of legs that move places. Even now, there is no word alone in moving this place.

What ... I have to ask?

"Eh, Sin!"

"Yes?" The female student who was the center of the view answered quickly.

"You, the SMP will continue to SMP— a-ah, meaning ... after SMP you want to continue to where?"

"The plan is to go to SMA two. You anyway?"

"I don't know. My mom said I had to go to high school, but my dad asked me to be a cabin boy."

"Yes .. I also actually want to go to MAN, but my parents asked me to go to High School two."

"Oh, yeah …."

"Yes, I go first, yeah."

"Yes." Yeah."

Footprints cannot be left on a road without soil. The female student was walking. Of course, the view remained directed at the female student. Likewise with deliberately slowed footsteps.

"Sintya Bella …."

Yeah, you're still the same, and you're not reneging on your promise.

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I saw you tie your shoelaces. You crouched down and tied him up without knowing that I saw you.

I purposely stood up and pretended to be looking for public transport. Until you finally walk back.

I followed behind, watching you until you walked down the road to your village.

I smiled faintly and entered the waiting public transport.

I thought you were like them. But apparently, you are still the same. Not disavowing what is said.

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"Ck."

The beautiful narrative of the female student was cut off. A look was immediately drawn at the origin of the sound. A person who does not allow others to see his face, that is the origin of his voice.

The hoodie she wore, thus giving a shadow to her face. Only a few question marks were given after looking at him.

"Why ...I don't feel good, huh?"

The lifeless iron gave his anger. Closing itself and making public transportation does not open the entrance. Surprise and disbelief are created, but they change nothing.

In addition, changes in weather background and atmosphere in public transportation.

"W-what happened?" Afian Ika Pratama asked frantically and gave an opening for her to see.