My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Growing Barin

The burden-laden breath made Naja close his eyes for a moment. It's all gone too far, turned free.

The palm of Naja's hand cupped his face that was getting wet. The weight of his life was felt. Folded his knees to support his body. Spilling clear liquid there. Expecting the burden to decrease in the speck.

"Blame if someone has a wish? Have a dream or change his life?"

Naja was stunned in tears, money should no longer be a problem. Great salary for very little work. Although not a famous artist, but Jen is a social media celebrity. Having your own fashion brand that is quite in the interest of young kawula.

But the money from his work this year, already in the form of a simple house in his village. So there's little left to pay for Tara's semester money.

Unfortunately, Naja still had embarrassed veins inside his body. If not, he would have asked for time and energy to help Tanna. It's enough to save his life for the next few months. Know yourself, because he did not succeed in conquering Excel, even got a painful scorn.

"It was my fault too!"

The mistake that made him end up here. Return to zero which has repeatedly happened to him. It is as if opening your eyes, that greed will not make you happy. It was even a gaping chasm that greeted him. If sorry will restore the situation as before, I will gladly do it. If it was someone else, Naja dared to clench his feet, but this is Excel, a man who was never friendly and warm, as far as he could remember.

Jemari Naja rushed to wipe away the tears as the tap water in the bathroom stopped. He tried to stop the flow of tears. Tara can't know her troubles.

Naja began to open the package of food that had only been seen since. Although he actually had no desire to divert the food into his stomach.

"Don't wait for me when you're hungry!" Tara glanced at her sister at a glance, putting her towel back where it was.

"It's better to eat together, right?" A hoarse voice barely audible makes Naja immediately rise up to take drinking water from a gallon not far from where he sat.

Tara took the t-shirt from inside the closet and put it on before sitting face to face with her brother. For a moment she watched Naja up close, her older sister who was some time like everyone else to her. It is not warm and open. Share her joy and sorrow.

"Why just look at it?" Tara broke the silence between them.

Those eyes that still looked wet were slowly rising, shaking off the rest of the grief. Forcing Tara to look at her sister cynically. Fucking her brother strong. "Want me a bribe?"

"I can do it myself!" Naja began to feed some rice into his mouth. Slightly tilted her body, avoiding the unpleasant gaze of her sister.

"Eat a lot, you look like a grasshopper when you're skinny!" Usually Naja would get angry if he called her a grasshopper. However, it seemed like this time, Naja had no intention to just get angry.

Both of them eat in silence. Even Naja could not afford to spend a quarter of his rice.

"How long have you been asking for leave?"

Naja was packing up the leftovers, then grabbed Tara's food wrapping paper. Fold it small and put it in plastic. Pretending busy.

"Don't dodge, Naja! When are you going to be honest with me? Aren't we brothers? I'm a man, my body is stronger in pain than you!"

Naja sat back down as Tara grabbed her hand. He looked her in the eyes of Tara.

"I just don't want you to think I can't afford your college anymore!"

Lining tears back flooded, let alone the look of Tara's face softened.

Tara inching closer to Naja. "You know, you're a pretty strong whiny girl. In front of your sister you can't lie! No need to think too far, just face what is! We can step forward together, if retreating will make you feel bad!"

A thin smile was engraved on the corner of Naja's lips, "Let's still Ra, already willing to understand me!"

Tara grabbed her sister in a hug. He knew how much Naja was suffering. Actually all she needs is to share, and aside from her, - and her beloved Ai-Naja never shows her fragile side.

The caress on Naja's back seemed to be powerful making him a little better. Even if it is difficult, Tara will try to ease her brother's burden. Even though he doesn't know what to do now.

"You know, your Ai's in town!"

Tara sneered, "Thank you I didn't say anything!"

He rushed up, grabbed the plastic containing garbage to immediately dispose of in the trash can that was outside the boarding fence. Moreover, Naja was here, if he was not a little neat, Naja would scold him.

"Hey, it can't be like that! You said it, let's answer! Where's Ai?" He rose up against Tara. The sparkle in his eyes grew so fast just by mentioning Ai's name.

Tara's index finger kicked out Naja's forehead which was already several inches in front of him. "You're still a dwarf to meet your tall Ai and wear an expensive suit!"

Tara passed away leaving Naja receding and sculpting. His hopes and disappointments were piled up again. Light up and out at one time.

"Maybe my vow makes things difficult for myself!" Naja murmured with a collapsed body.

Is it my hope to be with Ai?

"That's it, don't think about Ai anymore! One day he'll meet you!"

"You know where it came from? Is Ai married to Shifia?" Hopefully, Tara knows something about Ai.

"Just think carefully about your Ai, until you're ready to hear from her yourself, what she's doing while you're apart!"

"Ai'm married?" Chirping Naja while biting her lips. Again, the clear spots barely glided. Just guessed it, Naja's heart was already so sore.

"I didn't say that, did I?" Regretfully, Tara made Ai an entertainment and passion for Naja. Tara had indeed seen her brother's beloved Ai, but Tara knew nothing about Syailendra Jiwandaru. Besides looking elegant and classy.

"Then what do you mean ready to hear yourself, huh?" Naja seemed upset by the silence of his sister who was considered to be playing tricks on him.

"Yes, how did your Ai struggle to stay with you! Isn't that worth listening to?"

"That's for sure, me too! I'll tell her a lot when we meet!" The sparkle Tara expected to light up again. And that makes Tara relieved.

"Sorry, Naja!" Inner Tara.

"Sleep, you must be tired of cleaning my room!" Tara snatched the folding mattress and rolled it out. "You can use my bed, let me sleep here!"

"I'm not sleepy! Besides, I have a few orders to make a cover short story, also have not updated the quote on Ocehan.com!" Just take Jen's tablet. He should have returned the tablet.

Creating covers, logos and quotes is just a side job. Although only in paid pulses, Naja does not mind. Sometimes, he makes clothes designs, even if only to be stored by himself.

Naja is back immersed in his busy life in the online world. Right, what makes money, will definitely be in lunge. Without thinking what the risk is or will be like. Never thought long. The result, as now. Like walking on the brink.

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