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The Bearer of Luck?

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...06...

The hour hand had touched the nine-night mark, but Caca's eyes could not close at all, but he would usually fall asleep like a hibernating bear if it was eight o'clock. He is now still busy thinking about the request of uncle Hendra that he had been willing to.

Caca changed direction, he sideways to the right side and stared at his work uniform hanging on the wall. Then hissing tired.

Make Nolan turn into a warm person without the need to know the truth of who you are and what our relationship is.

Is this a world rescue mission?

Caca again changed the position to the back. He stared at the ceiling of the room, thinking of all the possibilities that would happen after this. Including his fate after quitting work from Moonbuck.

“Then, what if someone knows me?” caca thought when she imagined someone knew she shouldn't be there and be a high school student again. “It will be very embarrassing.” his murmur, pull the blue-striped white blanket to the chest limit. “But it's Kemala High School, a High School that can only be occupied by children of money people, and children who really have a watered down brain to get scholarships.” lamented Caca once again weighing his fate that would return to being a High School student during a time he could not determine.

Hendra's uncle asks for help in order to make Nolan a warm person, but how long it will last, Caca cannot predict or even calculate it. All cannot be guessed by numbers. It could be a month, it could be half a year, or even an even year he will become a student so-happen at Kemala High School.

“Huft...” de-submit again. His brain was already smoky thinking about something like this, but his heart could not resist when it came back to recall the rewards he would receive after successfully executing that precious mission. Ah, well call it a mission, rather than having to be confused to call it what it is.

“Then mom, what would I tell her if you knew I was a high school student again?”

Argh, this is so complicated.

Caca ruffled his own hair and then grimaced in pain as some of the strands were pulled apart between his fingers.

“Okey, talk and explain honestly to mom. It will definitely be acceptable because I got a big reward.” he murmured trying to encourage himself. “Then... how about Arkan sir?”

Honestly, this is what is so damning. He would be difficult to go back in there if he had already lifted his foot. Two years was not a short time to form a career at Moonbuck, but he had already accepted the offer of uncle Hendra because tempted by the rewards that amounted to exceed his salary for two years. Even more money given by uncle Hendra than his salary for the next four to five years.

The thing is, Caca doesn't want to miss a day without Arkan. The man who managed to attract his omega soul roared to have the alpha.

Ah, too much. Caca thinks he's not that happy.

Okay back to the topic.

In essence, Caca does not want to upset Arkan with his decision to suddenly quit his job for no apparent reason. Yes, the reasons are clearly unclear. How do you say it? Caca was also confused looking for a suitable sentence for the reason he was going to make.

Caca who was already at the furthest point of concern, finally sat down rough with messy hair. Hendra's slightly strange sentence flashed again in his memory.

Nolan loves Saturn. So, you'll be around Nolan like a Titan.

The titan? Is he the enemy of the Hollywood hero?

Caca shook his head to imagine the face of Titan, although he knew that the Titan referred to here was not the creepy-faced Titan. It is a satellite orbiting the planet Saturn. The only satellite that is the largest and has a beautiful orange color for a planet that is beautiful with a ring that is circular like Saturn. They are a couple who are in synergy with each other. A suitable couple.

With a rough movement, Caca threw himself back. He looked at the ceiling of his room once again. He was now thinking about how the disguise would not be exposed by the students there. Even though Hendra's uncle said everything would be fine because he was one of the biggest donors in the Kemala foundation, Caca was still afraid if his identity was revealed.

“Okey.” de-sah Caca while grabbing her phone under the pillow. He looked for Hendra's contact which he had received with a heavy heart. He wanted to contact the middle-aged man, but he immediately canceled because he felt it was unethical to talk about it on the phone. For that, Caca chose to search for the message icon and type something there.

I'd like to talk more with you, uncle.

Can we meet tomorrow?

After that Caca woke up and tidied his hair with a bond resembling a ponytail, grabbing a sweater, black mask, and the keys of his motorbike which is now 'healed'. He grabbed the knob of the room door and opened it. Thinking of his foolish decision left Caca hungry. He wants to eat sweet martabak so that his brain is happy again.

Caca saw his mother who was still awake in the middle room while hearing his favorite radio. Compared to television, Julia prefers to listen to the radio.

“Mau nyari martabak sweet, bu.” answer caca lightly while continuing to walk towards the living room. “Mom want to nitip something?”

“Ngot deh.”

Caca immediately opened the door and pulled out his scooter, then closed the door again and went looking for something he really wanted, sweet martabak.

It takes a struggle to get there. Because the distance he had to travel from the house to the martabak seller was thirty minutes. It's time-consuming, but Caca likes to buy there, not anywhere else.

The cold night air slapped Caca's face, which was not covered in a mask and helmet. But he likes this kind of situation, like being free and having no burden. Driving was fun for Caca. Moreover, the night like this, plus the view of the lights that light up the road, Caca really likes it.

Arriving at the place he was headed, Caca immediately parked his motorcycle and walked towards the martabak kang while carrying a helmet in his right hand. He deliberately brought the helmet with him, because his bad experience when he was here was losing the helmet.

“Martabak sweet chocolate one yes mas. The special.”

“Siap.”

***

Waving off the annoyance on the streets, Nolan finally felt his stomach hungry as well. He remembers not having dinner. Bi Ane forced her to eat, but she didn't care. And now he regretted having to buy food outside, because his appetite was getting lost when he found out his papa was coming home.

Yes, at least Nolan likes it with his papa until just by looking at it, Nolan has lost his appetite, and also urgency.

According to the information he got from one of his racing gang friends, there was one of the night martabak sellers who tasted pretty good. It is located on the edge of the main one-way street that is there will be crowded sellers of various kinds of food at night, and he said never empty of visitors. Young people always gather there to enjoy the night. Some are with friends to chat, some are going with their partners to enjoy the beauty of dating. But that doesn't apply to Nolan. He only shook his head when his friends asked him to look for a sidecar. Let there be a handler if you get angry again, they say.

After parking and lowering the standard beside the motorbike, Nolan walked towards one of the martabak sellers who were not so crowded. In other words, very quiet buyers.

Oh yea. There are two martabak sellers here. One was Nolan, and the other was across the street. Earlier, Nolan almost stopped there, but seeing so many queues that almost filled the streets, Nolan undo the intention and choose who was across the other road that he now came.

“Mas, beef martabak one.” Nolan was seen looking at the menu taped to the glass of the cart, and Nolan only realized, if the seller is a couple whose age is not young anymore. “Eh sorry, sir. I kira—”

“Neither son. I like to be called mas, let kayak young again.”

The wife patted him on the shoulder, but somehow it made Nolan so full. He liked to see this simple interaction of a married couple. So warm.

“Martabak what beef son?” ask the father, because there are various sizes with different prices.

“This.” points Nolan on the most expensive martabak option called Super jumbo, which is forty-five thousand rupiahs.

“Oh, yes. Just a minute, son. Please sit down first.” said the father while reaching for flour dough and then patting on clean glass to be wide.

Nolan smiled so sweetly that the dimples on his cheeks appeared, it had been a long time since he had smiled so widely like this. Then Nolan grabbed and received a plastic chair that the slightly shabby hooded mother gave him. “Please sit down first, son.”

The service here is very friendly, the father and mother of the seller are so concerned with the buyer, but somehow even deserted the buyer. Nolan did not think of seeing reality like this in front of his eyes.

Ah, it's a matter of taste, Nolan can't force those people to buy martabak here. But he promised, he'd come and buy here if he had time.

Nolan nodded and sat waiting while taking out the phone from his pants pocket. There have been several missed calls, and hundreds of WhatsApp messages waiting to be answered. But Nolan was lazy, he just wanted to play a game that had been stopped because of the thought of cards, a call from school, and also the arrival of the father.

“Thank you, ma'am.”

Then, at another minute Nolan again raised his face and accidentally looked in the opposite direction. His eyes locked on the figure who was walking out of the martabak shop across. Nolan sure didn't see it wrong. The figure that was walking was.sosok Caca who a few days ago wretched due to his actions.

No, Nolan didn't want to think about that. He is currently suggesting himself to remember what the woman has done to him. She lied to him by giving him a fake number.

This time, Nolan did not want to lose track of him anymore. With a quick movement and no matter the sound of the motorcycle horn and the swearing of the rider who almost wretched because of him, Nolan walked over and pulled the arm of the woman named Caca.

Caca, who felt his arm being pulled rough by someone, stopped and looked at the person who was making him surprised.

“Oh this is not a danger.” he said inwardly with wide eyes and a pale countenance. Caca felt threatened, yet he had no courage to shout. His mouth was like a plaster and his voice was stuck in his throat.

While Nolan, he instead smiled slantedly like a grin at Caca, then said. “Meet again, right? Looks like God is not on your side, miss?” []

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