My girlfriend's my Stepdaughter
Gathering

"Rummi... This is your pay this week." Adam's sister handed him a white envelope containing Arumi's working wage this Sunday.

"Thank you, Brother." Arumi replied while receiving the envelope.

"Can you take the road, when?" Ask Brother Adam heart.

Arumi was silent for a moment, hearing Brother Adam's question. He knows, all this time Brother Adam likes him, but Arumi only considers like a brother to him.

Arumi nodded slowly while bowing her face.

"Sister, Arumi said goodbye first, want to continue the work again." Her speech.

"All right." Brother Adam replied, then he held Arumi's wrist when he was about to turn his body.

Arumi looked at Brother Adam with a surprised face.

"I like you Arumi." He said slowly expectantly. Arumi just stared at him expressionlessly.

Adam stood close to Arumi, their faces clashing against each other, even Arumi could hear Adam's breath clearly.

Slowly Adam stretched the handle, then took off slowly, Arumi passed away from the room, leaving Adam alone in the room.

Arumi worked her way back as usual wearing a brown apron, with her hair pigtailed in a ponytail.

The clock shows at 4pm, another hour of dance classes will begin.

Arumi keeps her salary envelope in a backpack, then takes off her apron, hanging it in the kitchen locker.

Arumi walked out of the cafe where she worked, down the sidewalk. The smell of a burger seller was teasing him. Make him stop for a moment to buy a burger to prop up the stomach before his teaching hours.

Arumi takes her order burger, then leaves the place, walking briskly towards the shophouse where she teaches dancing.

Arumi opens the door of the dance studio while eating her burger.

BRUKK....

Someone hit him from the inside, Arumi fell and the burger that lived half was thrown somewhere.

"Heh, if the road is loamy! Dipake's eye!" Snapped a man at Arumi violently.

"Heh. yummy! You must be the heart!" Reply Arumi.

"Well see! My clothes are so dirty like this. You're sloppy!" Take it while wiping the sauce from the burger.

"What's? Whatdidyou say?" Ask Arumi.

The young man stared intently at Arumi as if bluffing, then left by pushing Arumi's body down to give way.

"Hey... You are not polite!" Pekik Arumi stared at the back of the young man who kept passing away from the dance studio.

Some people watched the incident just fall silent, then help Arumi stand up. Arumi took her backpack off the floor, then wiped her burger and nodes off the floor with a tissue.

Arumi let out a sigh of emotion, then walked back to the changing room to teach in her class.

As a team, Arumi also helped teach some choreography for their new dance.

Arumi's salary in this place, arguably quite large, the money saved. Because Arumi's mind is to go to school dancing like her Mama. While the salary, the results of working in a cafe, for his daily life.

Finished teaching Arumi to clean up the equipment, then headed for the dressing room. He looked at his face in the mirror. He smiled, imagining himself performing at a world-class performance and was watched by tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.

Arumi felt he deserved the opportunity, he was champion two in the world game. The winner was a dancer who was actually a dancing school, but the bad incident came back to her head. His house had been razed to the ground into rubble.

When he arrived at the airport, his Uncle and Aunt picked him up, they did not talk much at that time. It was only the next day that Bibi told him everything, that Papa and Mama died during a terrible fire three days ago, while he was in London to race.

Arumi had not seen his parents for the last time, only two tombs with the name of Papa and Mama that he saw.

No tears flowed from her eyes, wetting her cheeks.

"I must be strong!" Arumi.

He washed his face, so as not to be washed, then patted the powder on his face to look fresh again.

Arumi folded her towel and clothes that had been soaked with sweat, stuffed them on the pouch, then put them into her backpack.

Arumi opened the locker room door and stepped up to go home. Sayup sayup heard the sound of music from the ballet room at the end of the room.

"Is Miss Ela any extra class?" Arumi muttered in wonder. Ballet classes are usually afternoon to evening, Miss Ela almost never teaches until night, maximum seven o'clock in the evening, that too, if forced, there is a private for the show or competition. Now the clock shows at half-nine p.m.

Arumi was curious, approaching the room, the door slightly opened and the lights lit up, making her freely peek. Arumi turned her head to look inside the room.

Seen a young man was dancing according to the beat of the song played. Arumi involuntarily walked into the room, put her bag on the floor, then followed the young man's movements with a rhythm.

The young man looked surprised to see Arumi who was following his dance moves, then he smiled as if challenging for a battle.

They fight each other dancing alternately, reciprocating the movement according to the beat of the song.

Finally after some sequence, after Arumi finished dancing, the young man jumped before him, making Arumi surprised and retreated to the classroom wall.

The young man looked at Arumi's face, as if examining her. Then lower his arm and back away slowly.

He cuckooed, turned off the song from his phone, put it in his bag, and passed away leaving Arumi, still in shock.

"Hey..wait!" Call Arumi, but the young man continued to step outside. Arumi hurriedly took his bag, and turned off the class lights, then followed the figure of the young man.

Arumi went down the stairs half-run, down to the bottom. His breathing was wheezing, he was looking for the young man, but no longer there.

Arumi seemed to remember something.

"Geez!!" He said half-calling while holding his head. He remembered the young man was a schoolboy who was stabbed a week ago. Arumi remembered the money he had to pay for the clinic yesterday, and the young man who hit him this afternoon was going to work to teach."

"Review yes..! Tomorrow when you meet again, you'll have to change everything!" Threaten Arumi while clenching her hands.

At night before going to bed, Arumi imagined the face of the young man dancing in his head. He remembered the time of the dance battle. There were some movements of the young man that he thought was easy, but it turned out that when he did it was difficult.

The face of the young man was still imagined, his eyes, his lips, the scent of his body, to every movement of his movements. Arumi still remembered it clearly. Then he closed his eyes dancing in his dreamland.