MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
EPISODE THIRTY-TWO

They look at each other.

"Ngapain Lo nolongin me?"

Ali gasp.

Anton attacked him with a harsh sentence.

But this time Ali was not angry and disappointed because Anton instead of thanking instead rebuked.

Now Ali understands very well, why Anton often bully him first in school.

Grep.

"What the hell is Lo? Hugging me? Ih, filthy body stinks of garbage!!"

Anton gets angry and pushes Ali's body.

But Ali didn't budge.

He wanted to give Anton strength without having to speak.

And apparently,...

Anton's cry broke while saying increasingly rude words.

"Without Lo's help, I can survive too. All this time I have always survived. Survive and try to resist my self-esteem that was trampled by my parents and my brothers. Hik hik hiks.. huaaa hix! Sana Lo! More satisfied, do you now see my terrible condition? Huh uh? Seneng right Lo? Seneng Lo see my weakness that became the months of my family?!?"

Ali continued to hug Anton who repeatedly refused and beat his back.

He was weak and cried on Ali's shoulder.

A slow, heart-wrenching cry.

Anton even fell down and Ali followed him by balancing until they were still crying softly on the green grass.

Many times Anton shrank his tears.

He tried to strengthen himself as he had all this time.

Tameng became the most powerful people in power to friends who are considered weak including Ali who never fought Anton when bullied.

Ali also occasionally wiped the tears and dilute liquid that also flowed from his nostrils.

There were no words, just a little sobbing for a long time.

Eventually the two looked at each other again. Because it was realized that Anton's certificate said that Anton Darmawan is the champion of one competition to paint students of the municipal Junior High School so wet and stained by Anton's own tears.

"No, look! Nature is reluctant to admit that I am the champion of the painting race! Hmh!" it's like being upset with yourself.

Ali smiled widely.

"It's okay. The important thing is that I acknowledge your greatness about painting. And I'm sure, God knows it. Hehe..."

"Basic! You're making me lose my self-esteem! If you know my weakness, then I can't bully you anymore, hey, you pretentious kid meddling in people's business!"

"Remain my bully. I'll take that."

"Stupid! You crazy psychopath! You can just shut up when I keep embarrassing you! Why not fight! Why is it like giving the body to continue to be bullyan!?"

"That's because I'm self-conscious. It is because I am glazed as you often command. Me, the garbage boy. My body smells of rubbish. Because my father fed me from the sale of garbage. That's right isn't it?"

"Hik hiks huaaa..."

Anton was crying.

This time, he embraced Ali first.

Her crying broke again on Ali's shoulder. With sweaty hands, Anton holds the shoulders of the man he once hated.

"You know? I hate weak people! I hate, I hate it! Because it reminds me of myself when I was home. Hiks hyks.." he said, letting go of his embrace.

Anton inched his curdling snot from crying so much.

Sriijng...

"Fight if anyone bullies you! Fight it! Don't just shut up, especially if the behavior is too outrageous!!!" cetus Anton with explosive emotions stared at Ali.

"Don't be like me! Don't be weak because I have no power against my own parents and my own brothers!"

Anton. There were still teardrops falling on the corner of his left eye.

"Come, we'll buy canvas and oil paint! I'm sure you have a lot of money for the treat I bought those expensive painting tools!" ali said, pulling Anton's hand.

"Bangk+e ni songong boy! Feels like a hero now dare my slut!" hardik Anton stood up and grumbled in annoyance.

Ali laughed out.

Now it is like being with the Word. His best friend always knew his good and bad sides.

Anton is a lonely boy. Very lonely and withstanding sadness in the deepest recesses of the heart.

Ali now understands why until Anton's heart used to be so happy to bully him in elementary school.

Now Gramedia bookstore in the new market so a hangout place they both forget the sadness.

Anton bought a lot of canvas and oil paint that was quite fantastic for Ali.

"Crazy! No, Ton! That's majesty! The price is not pantes for me who is still a novice painter!"

"Lo ah's many bacots! Push on, you handsome ass Lo! Tar if you refuse again, Lo's face that I made canvas for us to paint together!"

"Hahaha..great me!"

Ali was happy, her heart warmed.

Anton has really changed. Very changed even to the point of stepping on the hut of his rented house that smelled of garbage that he often despised.

"Yeah, kereen! It turns out you have a tree house! Anjirr! You make me even more envious, Bangs+at!"

That's Anton. Although his words were toxic to Ali, but now Ali has found out that Anton was originally good.

And...

Sriyngg

Sriyngg

Srrriiiiiiinggg

Nguunggg

Like a bunch of labyrinth circles that spin continuously. Retracting Ali's body and...

"Where is this?"

Ali was standing among the huge teak shelves lined with hundreds, maybe even thousands, of books neatly arranged inside.

The smell of paper that slightly made Ali's head dizzy until he massaged his own temple.

"Per_pus_infant?!?" he murmured slowly after waking up.

Cretaceous

Ali tiptoe.

Turns out the floorboards squeaked on his footrest.

"Cool library!!!" the thrill after completely waking up and looking at the dewy glass window.

Ali walked slowly towards the glass window.

Swiping the window glass is a bit dull because it seems to have not been cleaned for a long time.

"Whoa! That's right...?! That's the mosque across the house!?" the thrill just realized that he was in the attic of the floor of his Eyang heritage house.

Remember the words of Sumpah Marsinah, if on the top floor there is a library room Mbah Toro.

"*Have you entered your Mbah reading room upstairs in the corner?"

"The Embah Toro reading room? Does Mbah Toro have a reading room?" Ali asked back.

"Try getting into it. Books are the window to the world! You will definitely find a lot of Mbah Toro* collection storybooks*?"

This is the library! Kereen!!!

Ali was amazed many times.

His eyes flashed all the books neatly lined up in each of his barriers.

He was amazed by his Mbah who turned out to be a true librarian.

Starting from comic books, even philosophy of life books from famous writers seem to be there.

Ali was more interested in manga and old novels.

"Candy-Candy first edition? City Hunter's hilarious detective of the year? Ck ck ck.. woaaa, it turns out that even from ancient times there were comics as cool as this! Toro's waste is really gokil!!!"

Gusrak!!!

Sontak Ali gasped.

Like the sound of a person or a large object moving down.

"What's that?"

"Sorry_sorry..."

"Ke_ti? Keti??? You know I'm here?"

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