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Damar was still thinking about what Disa said a few hours ago that felt like a slap to him. The person was gone but the shadows and rows of sentences were still clearly visible in Damar's mind.

In front of the wall of an empty building currently Damar was standing. A few minutes ago he arrived after taking Disa waiting for the bus. He offered his cousin's sister to be delivered by using Eko's car but Disa preferred to take a public bus even though he had to bring his folding bicycle.

"Lo gag needs to bother, I can take care of everything myself, as usual." that sentence Damar heard before Disa got on the bus and disappeared from his sight.

Disa looks still upset because Damar is still silent as she asks why Damar ignored her all this time. Why he had to play the role of a stepbrother who sucks when he was quite his best friend as before.

Always, Damar's lips were faint, unable to pin down the reason that Disa had asked for.

This place is where Damar and Disa are usually located. On the ash-colored wall, there was an unfinished image Damar made. The image he made using pilox and there was only a black color forming a silhouette.

In the past, when Damar and Disa experienced saturation in the lesson, usually they will go to this place. Damar was engrossed in doodling the walls while Disa with her crayon and picture book.

"Mong, never mind my picture dong. Don't take pictures or write bad boy doang." protested Disa from her seat.

"Okay, you're ugly. Gag has artistic value." timpal Damar who made Disa pursed her lips.

"Okay, look at it once I enter High School, I will be a beautiful butterfly that is targeted by many handsome men." brown eyes Disa looks rounded to express her frustration.

"there's not gonna be a guy who deketin lo before he passed the eligibility test that I made."

"Lo think angkot, use any feasibility test?" His laughter responded to Damar's words.

Put pilox in his hand and approached Disa in her place. They sat face to face and Damar leaned slightly on Disa.

"Never think of anyone else but me! Moreover, you cry because of the same heartache guys. You have to suck, all the guys are jerks, except me." he said with a gaze that locked Disa's eyes.

Disa nodded slowly but her lips smiled softly. "Lo is also a jerk, so gag there are girls who want to be your girlfriend."

Damar. "Gue gag needs a boyfriend. I just need 1 girl's friend." Pulling Disa's leg and then placing her head on Disa's thigh.

"No!" one story landed on Damar's forehead.

"Anjrite! Sick of sa." Damar immediately woke up while holding his throbbing forehead.

"Bodo!" timpal Disa who immediately got up and away from Damar.

He prefers to stand in front of an unfinished wall in the Damar gambari, as Damar does today. I don't know what was on his mind at the time. He clearly just smiled thinly.

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A disheveled face and messy appearance became the hallmark of a Kean. She is currently meeting Reza, her best friend at her music gallery. Reza only approached after the students came home and the lesson ended.

“Kusut very lo, how is the office?” reza asked while offering Kean a cup of coffee.

Kean did not reply, he just massaged his temple which felt tense. “Ordinary kayak.” answered lazily.

He picked up the cup Reza had thrust and began to sip the fragrance.

“Lo has spoken again with bokap lo?”

Reza sat down with his best friend.

Kean did not tell her, preferring to gulp the coffee in her hand and feel the bitter taste that went into her throat.

“Lo can you do if you do your business about the office and bokap me?” Kean looked at Reza sharply. There was a lot of reluctance in his eyes when he got the two questions.

“Owh, okay sorry.” Reza raised both hands. “Kalo so, when do you plan to start boxing again? Bang nasep already waiting for you in ring.” Reza changed the subject with her best friend's favorite sport.

Kean looked smiling, he clenched his hands and noticed his considerable fist.

“Next week I play. Say the same bang nasep for nyiapin I comparable opponent.” he said admiring his own fist.

“Okey, I'll be sure bang nasep.” Reza enjoys coffee in his cup.

Soon there were footsteps approaching the two. It was Nita who showed her smile to the two young people.

“Kean, how are you nak?” ask Nita when she sees Kean .

“Good aunt.” Kean immediately stood up and welcomed Nita's hand for her to kiss. “Tante how are you?”

“Good son. Wow, you're more handsome. Very tall again.” praise Nita when looking at the towering figure of Kean.

“Iya mah, dear single.” ledek Reza with a ruckus at the end of his sentence.

“Ngeledekin-a. You are single too!” Nita pinched her son's cheek. Reza chuckled again. “When did you guys get married? Don't think about mulu dong.”

“Lain time may be aunt.” only that Kean's not too enthusiastic.

“Do not delay, later you guys miesel.” Nita rubbed Reza's face resting her head on her right shoulder.

Kean just smiled at the warmth of his best friend with his beloved mother.

“By the way what's going on here?” Reza switched the conversation. He knew Kean didn't like to talk about things like this.

“Em this, someone wants to take his painting tools. Mamah has made a deal with him, he said briefly come.” Nita looked back at her phone screen.

“Kids who are happy to say?”

“Yes, the kid. Mama will know you. Her son is sweet and fun.”

“Em gag need aunty, I want to excuse you to go home kok.” Kean looked at the circular clock on his left hand. It's quite late afternoon.

“Lo is in a hurry anyway. Play first.”

“Okey, reza nganter kean first mah.”

“Iya, be careful on the way kean.”

“Iya aunt.”

Reza went with Kean. They're headed to the place where Kean parked his sports car.

“Sorry, about the talk of nyokap earlier.” Reza said before Kean entered his car.

“Casual, all moms like that. But you know if I gag intention married?”

“Yes I hope anyway, you just wait for the right person.”

“Gag there will never be a woman who is right for me.” firmly Kean with his blank stare.

Reza just smiled, it is very difficult to change the principles of his best friend.

“Okey, be careful on the road. Kabinin if you want to play to bang nasep.”

“Hem!” Kean got into his car immediately. Turn on the engine and in a few moments only the exhaust fumes left behind.

Reza was still standing in his place, looking towards the passing of Kean's car . Sometimes he is quite concerned to see the life of his best friend who looks very perfect even though he suffers greatly. “The heir” sentence that Kean hated all his life.

Reza went back into his gallery. Nita was talking to a young woman. Girl with braided hair and her tomboyish look. Reza was quite surprised to see the woman who had a close conversation with her mother. Remembering Nita was very attentive to the appearance of the people around her.

Jeans, unbuttoned shirts, plain t-shirts and sneakers, really aren't the type of woman her mother should be proud of.

“Za, here son. This is paradisa.” Nita calls Reza who is glued to her place.

Reza immediately approached Nita and the girl before him.

“You?” it was Disa who was so shocked to see the man before her.

Reza scrunched his forehead, trying to remember where he had met this girl.

“You know each other?” Nita is the more curious.

“Library.” so the sound that comes out of the mouth of both.

“Oh my goodness,... Kan said mamah also you must know paradisa. He's the one who designs in mama's clothes. She also attended college at the campus where you taught.” cerocos Nita with a smile that splashed on her lips.

“Ohh, hay how are you?” Reza extended her hand to Disa.

“Good. Sorry I did not know that the lecturer at the campus.” Disa welcomes Reza's hand.

“Gag pa-pa, relax. Some of you gag need to call me father, my impression is very old.” Both handshakes were released.

Disa was still so fascinated to see the figure before her. His handsome face and friendly smile.

“Oh yes sir.”

“Reza, call me reza.” Reza reminded me again. Disa just nodded with a blushing face. “I heard, you want to take your painting tools. Why should it be taken?” ask Reza later.

“Em anu sir, uh anu, I gag want my canvas and painting tools fill the warehouse here.” said Disa awkwardly.

“Oh I gag no problem. Instead I want to ask permission to display your paintings to decorate the walls in this gallery.

“Hah, really sir? Eh means reza, ato I call what?” Can scratch his own head which is actually not itchy. It's completely wrong behavior.

“Reza. Enough reza, okay.” Reza reminded me again.

“Oh good. Re-za.” Disa spelled the syllable Reza.

“Yes anyway, if your painting is taken, the wall here will be quiet. Beautiful gag again.” Nita grabbed Disa's hand for her to hold tightly.

Reza also watched Nita and Disa's hand.

“Em, good mom. I won't take it.”

Nita nodded in response.

“Oh yes, I heard you went to college too? What majored?” Reza was starting to wonder.

“Em, in fact I quit college a month ago and chose to work.” bright Disa carefully.

“Oh yes, no problem. Many ways to achieve dreams.” said Reza that feels like an encouragement to Disa. He also nodded in agreement. “If there is free time, you can play here and paint here. Whenever you want.” he continued.

“Thank you, thank you very much.”

“Iya there, come here occasionally. Besides you work, you also have to please yourself by doing what you love.”

“Iya bu, thank you very much.”

They returned to talk while traveling around the gallery that Reza had changed. The effect is younger and cozy in previous appeals and sure students like to be in this place.

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