My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
The Wound Spreader

Intending to immediately lay down his body after fulfilling his obligations, Excel suddenly felt guilty. Just come, sniff, like rain. But surely, pain, to make Excel rub his chest.

"What's wrong with me?" Excel lowered his head, as if there was writing on his stomach. A feeling that is difficult to translate. Something pulled him close to the window, pressing against the thick glass.

Reminded of the memory of Micah or guilty of scolding his sister?

Excel's hands massaged his temples. The point where the load on his head seems to be attracted like a memory that will be stored on a tube. Preserving memories, memories and current events. In order to draw a red thread of tragedy or truth. Future time.

Excel tried to ventured to see the vast expanse of the night sky from behind the glass window of his room. Darkened. Only the star is the light. The night fog that is thinly cut. Is beautiful. But, for those who don't like the dark, it's terrible. It is the brain fantasy that presents a terrible shadow behind the fog.

Micah....Micah...Micah...

The inner flow of an Excel. He was weak, wounded and disappointed. Yes, when he himself realized, Micah's appearance was not so clear in his inner eyes. However, that taste is certain. Although it began to erode time.

Up and down, Excel's chest follows the motion of the air inside his parachute. The burden of painful feelings.

Micah...Micah....Micah.

Excel closed his eyes. Back off, away from the edge of the window as if it could knock him down. Far away there, was playing a recording of his being with Micah. Excel smiled, ah, how missed he was on this girl. His girl. Smiles, laughter.

The bed swayed as Excel lowered its body there. A cell phone lying on the bed. Rega, he has to be honest with his best friend. Finding Micah is not difficult for Rega. Seeking certainty of his feelings that have been tossed around for so long.

"Evening is ready, brother!" Jeje shouted behind the door. No knocking nor entering. Excel heard it clearly. Pressing the pause button in his memory recording.

Excel raised his face, staring at the door. Then put the sandals on the soles of his feet. He chose to hold back his intentions.

It has become a habit in this family, even though both parents are not there, dinner should still take place as usual. Excel took over the responsibility of leading the dinner table this evening.

The interior of this house and dining room has not changed much, only the warmth is increasing. Also a commotion that never wants to give up.

Ranu, Agiel and Azziel were already seated in each of their seats. Always the same, leaving Papa and Mama's seats empty.

"Night Brother!" The three teenagers who are now sitting in the High School are almost at the same time.

Seeing his sister's sweet demeanor, made him shed his arrogance. Throwing away the ice sculpture above his bead. Shade like a breeze when it is dusk. "Night also brothers!"

"Where's Brother Jeje?" Ranu looked back at Excel. But no one was there.

"Do you think you've been here first?" Excel takes the Papa position. He deliberately did this, so that Jen knew, she and her Papa were one type. Unarguably. But that doesn't mean you can't be gentle.

"Maybe still call Brother Jen, sister!" Ranu seems to not know the dispute between his two brothers.

"How's your school?" Excel stared at them alternately with his hands moving flipping the plates. Instead of following his sister's statement. His three brothers did the same.

Ranu got up then scooped the rice for his sister. "Don't ask again, brother! As usual, I'm always embarrassed by Agiel!"

"Is that true, Giel?" Excel glanced at Agiel who was glancing towards Ranu. Even Ranu replied to her with his lips slightly raised. Like "you think, Giel!"

Whiny.

Agiel's annoying grin makes Excel questions don't need answers.

"Poor Nanu Loh, Giel! Agiel is supposed to protect Nanu! Said baby?" Excel held back Ranu's hand to get vegetables and side dishes for him.

"Sorry Brother, Agiel didn't mean to embarrass Nanu!" Lirih Agiel's. She always did not dwell in front of her brother who she thought was perfect.

"Weeeishh!" Jeje with his relaxed style approached Agiel's chair. He rests on the back of a chair and pits boxing with Agiel and Azziel.

"Let's sit Brother Je, let Nanu get it!" Nanu stood up again. Leave the plate full of food.

Jeje immediately shifted her body to the chair next to Agiel. "Weiss...My most beautiful and understanding sister! You know his brother's a laper!"

"Sister Jeje can't eat rice right now!" Chirp Azziel without stopping his mouthful. At once Jeje held her plate hanging in the air.

"Less asem this boy! I'm not training anymore, woy! So dong likes! Don't disturb your brother's pleasure, Ziel! Or later you won't watch league one there you know!"

Azziel widened. "OK-okay! Nanu, full of Kaka Je dishes with rice! If you need rations, give it to you too, Nu!"

Azziel stood leaning her body grabbing onto Ranu's plate. But he stopped because Ranu's words stopped Azziel's hand.

"Eits, remember your PR is still a lot unfinished!" Ranu's index finger swayed in front of Azziel's pointed nose. Both of Azziel's eye beads moved following him. Grunting, he sat his body back.

"Seek you, Ziel!" batin Ranu with deep frowning lips.

"Let's finish the meal!" Tell Excel to the dining table dwellers who began to pierce because Agiel and Azziel began to pit their eyes wide against each other. Threatening each other if Ranu does not help them with schoolwork. Ranu always keeps his promises. She is the daughter of an Aerospace Harris.

Once again there was a strange taste between the ripples of the dining table. Excel even had to chew slowly bribes for the sake of mouthfuls of food that entered his mouth. Is correct. There is less.

"Hey, you realize no? The taste of chicken soup is different! And sambelnya not rich usually!" Jeje tilted her head. He was trying to taste the weirdness of the food today. Chicken soup and sambel. I don't know when that menu was on every dinner. Warm from pepper sometimes makes Excel addicted to eating it before going to bed. Strange indeed.

How quaint.

Everyone nodded in agreement. Slow down even more stop chewing. Only Ranu who cuek duck with the taste of cooking. All food tastes the same. Mood alone distinguishes.

"Kak Je's tongue alone is accustomed to the cuisine of Mbak Naja!"

"Check, uhuk!"

Everyone turned to the end of the table.

"Slow Brother!" Ranu thrust his glass of water towards his brother. Which immediately in the sambarnya. "So why the hell?"

There was no telling, only water dripping at the corner of his lips and the up and down movement of their brother's neck were perfect.

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