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Martabak, Sweet?

...Not for Part 26...

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...26...

“*Para .. ” said Nolan when he wanted to stop all Caca's shadows that continued to haunt his memories—the story of Caca's dark past affected him so much that he felt unsettled. Nolan often hears that word when playing online games. *Para itself comes from the Spanish language which means stop.

Nolan piled his head with his arms, staring at the needle that kept spinning on the ceiling of the room. Nolan realized that the barrier wall he had been building had collapsed slowly along with the sound of clockwork that continued to fill the entire room. And all because of a Caca.

“Why the hell?” nolan was upset at the contents of his own brain. This was not expected at all. He did not want to re-solve in a hole called love. He once believed that, but ended up being hurt. And it happens once in a lifetime. Nolan did not want to expect more if that sense re-emerged on him. But this time? Why is the beat so different? The leafan that feels so soft and pleasant.

Upset and did not want to dissolve with the contents of the head that he thought had started to mess up, Nolan rose with a rough movement until his bed bounced too. He grabbed a black hoodie and put on his favorite tick-taped shoes. Then grab the motorbike key on the nightstand, and walk out to get to a place. Where else if not the seller sweet martabak subscription. He swore he would eat two boxes at once if he got there, his brain still thinking ... Caca.

“SHIIIIIT!!”

That name again, Nolan added in his now throbbing heart uncomfortably. Why is Caca's name again and again and continuously terbesit, also written clearly in his brain memory? Nolan was upset himself.

Arriving in the living room, Nolan saw that his papa was meeting someone. Papa's business partner maybe? Thought Nolan.

Nolan was indifferent, unwilling to take a headache and kept on spurring the pace. Grabbing the helmet on the long table above which there are expensive displays left by the mother. Also some family photos that look happy, first. Yeah, it was just the first. Not now.

“Nolan,” call Hendra stop Nolan's wide stride that almost escaped leaving the living room. “Come here, papa would like to tell you something.”

Nolan frowned, then dropped his shoulders lazily. “Nolan on business, pa.”

“From!” hendra's word doesn't want to be disputed. But Nolan is not his name if only according and follow what his father commanded. Instead of approaching, Nolan chose to step away leaving his papa who was with someone dressed neatly in this living room. Then he rushed to start the bike and just left.

The man in the suit carrying the important files laughed silently, when he heard Hendra's heavy snort of breath when he saw Nolan's departure and did not care about his words at all. “He is still the same Nolan as I saw three years ago.”

***

No moonlight, it looks like it's going to rain tonight. It looks quite clear if the space is moping, thick gray and hanging in the air. The wind also blew quite strong and cold, making the pores on Nolan's face like clench.

The roar of Nolan's motorbike stopped when he arrived in front of his subscription shop. He did not pay attention at all because he was still upset about some of the things he encountered today. Among them is about the contents of his brain that is not far from Caca, and also his father. Until the sound of laughter of someone who was so familiar and very familiar to him, greeted the bronze.

It's just a hallucination, right? Why is the effect of thinking about Caca this excited? He was like a haunted. He could feel Caca's presence wherever he was. Oh shiiit, this is not good for Nolan.

But, what captured his pupils, was now more shocking and frightening than what he had just imagined. Caca was here, in the same store as him.

Their beads rubbed for a while, then Nolan diverted them by looking out of the tavern to see something.

Damnit. Why didn't he realize that he parked the bike next to Caca's junkyard?

“Nolan?” call Caca excitedly.

“Lho, do you know each other?” ask the mother, kepo.

“It turns out he's my schoolmate. We're just different classes, aren't we Zero?”

“Zero Damn! Why didn't he stop calling me by that name?” Nolan in the heart.

Nolan took a seat at a distance not too far from Caca. He did it because he had to. Seriusan was forced, because his chair was there, on his deck Caca.

“Hah,” grunts Nolan blatantly. “Ngapain Lo here?” nolan asked curtly after his breathing blew quite large.

“Lho, why? Can't I buy it here?” caca replied no less tightly than the sentence Nolan said. He refused even though Nolan was the son of the man who had paid him.

“Ngak. Lo usually like to buy at noh,” said Nolan pointed to Caca's favorite place to buy sweet martabak with a chin, then go back to continue. “Why now so here?”

“Like me dong. Buy it also use my own money, not your money.” said Caca sewot. He did not like the way Nolan intimidated, but not the way Nolan showed his curiosity. Nolan is a little adorable if he's being pockmarked, just according to Caca. Note, just according to Caca, Okey. “Yes, right Ma?!”

Caca stood up rough enough that Nolan was shocked and pecked with a face looking up.

“I'm not weird, Zero. You are too much.” said Caca who was also surprised because suddenly there was an animal that perched on the sleeve of his sweater. Then, he sat back down after successfully making the animal escape.

The martabak seller's mother smiled at the interaction of the two.

“Mbak nya this is not strange, nak Nolan, she is very beautiful even.”

“Tuh, horrified said his mother. Your eyes need to be examined. Shorthair times!”

Nolan sighed, chose silence and took out the phone from the pocket of his boogie pants, then sent a reply message to Jonathan.

Haven't. The nyari cave.

Jonathan: Why don't you take Gita? Itung-itung. Wkwkwk

Goddamnit!

Nolan put his phone back in his pocket after confirming his reply had silenced Jonathan. He saw that the mother had lifted Caca's sweet martabak and applied butter and sowed roasted beans and chocolate on the cooked dough and was still smoking.

“Nak Nolan as usual?” ask the mother to withdraw Nolan's attention.

“Iya.” answered Nolan briefly, but a second later he remembered his vow before leaving for this place earlier. Two sweet martabak cardboard. It seemed like it was too little because it was not just his brain that thought of strange things in the form of a Caca. He needs more because he meets the person here. “Add two boxes, Mom. The super special yes.”

The mother nodded happily, while Caca looked over without hesitation. That many? Who for? Caca's even kepo now.

“You ate all that alone?”

Nolan, who was preoccupied with Jonathan's message, had to stop his finger from the top of the keyboard to look up at Caca.

“Why? My own mouth!” reply Nolan was no less sarcastic while holding a deep laugh when he managed to reply to Caca's sentence at the beginning they met earlier. Then Nolan refocused on the phone to reply to Jonathan. They are still discussing about Touring out of town which is another month they want to follow.

Caca received the cardboard and paid for the sweet martabak. After that, instead of leaving, he instead directed the plastic chair closer to Nolan, then brought the face closer to Nolan's ears, which made the young man instantly shivering disco because of Caca's warm breath sweep that hit the surface of the cut skin between his ears and neck.

“Udah malem, Zero. Do not eat too much sweet. Later you get—” whispered Caca disconnected.

Unfinished with her sentence, Caca stared flatly at Nolan's facial features that had already moved away from her. He was a little annoyed that Nolan would not listen to his advice.

“Ya. I'm first.”

And every step Caca took, was still the center of Nolan's attention at this time. Then Nolan's daydreams of what Caca had just done to him, crashing away instantly, as Caca spoke loudly enough with the martabak seller's mother.

“That's not too much, ma'am. Later on Nolan tooth toothless.” chirps managed to make the mother laugh, while glancing at Nolan and pinning a gentle smile that looks sincere.

Nolan's eyes still do not want to be separated until Caca is now sitting on the motorcycle seat and wearing a helmet that makes Caca look more beautiful?

Knowing Caca's dark past isn't what he expected. Even Nolan was shocked when Caca offered him a friendship. If most female students ask Nolan to be a lover, Caca simply asks to be a friend. And it managed to make Nolan feel encouraged to get to know Caca personally with the simplicity that the girl has.

And one thing that he now realized, meeting with Caca became one of the things that made him trapped in a problem, especially making him confused at this time. Confused to distinguish between sweet martabak, and the sweetness of Caca's smile.

Nolan shook his head slowly when Caca's motorbike was on and prepared to leave the grocery store. Nolan grew more and more unpredictable as Caca waved her hand as a farewell to him accompanied by an excessively sweet smile that never vanished from the peach-colored lips. Yeah, he's getting confused right now.

Where's martabaknya?

Where's sweet? []

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