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DIE TOGETHER

“Udah, don't cry anymore. Later to be ugly,” Arkan said to Laras who was in his arms. Laras who was indeed just pretending to cry, immediately stopped his crying.

Stupidly, Mama Rita and Maya did not leave the room. They were both busy whispering to each other.

Arkan who had released Laras from his embrace, stared furiously at his Mama as well as Maya.

“Mama want her what the hell?” Arkan asked his mother. “Arkan don't like, yes! Mama disturbs Laras, Arkan will never forgive someone who has dared to make Laras cry!” show Arkan to Mama Rita and Maya.

“And you're female *******. Don't you dare touch Baras, or I'll cut off your fingers!”

“Arkan, open your eyes! The village girl was just pretending, Maya didn't snap her hair. Mama and Maya did not say anything about him, he was lying,” said Mama Rita defended herself.

“Hiks.. Your mama and that woman are snake-rich, cunning,” again, Laras spoke. In his own heart was very amused, he wanted to laugh but was afraid of being scolded by Arkan for daring to lie. Moreover, he feared sin for laughing at his own future in-laws.

Out of annoyance, Mama Rita and Maya decide to leave Arkan's room.

“Where is sick?” ask Arkan while rubbing the hair Barrel.

“Sana!” The barrel pushes Arkan's body slightly away from his position. “Nobody hurts, kok!”

“Loh, he said that he had an abscess in the same jam as dampir,” said Arkan.

“Udah, small doang nothing. I wanted to bales earlier, but I saw you already in front of the door,” said Laras.

“Since when did you dare to fight kayak gini?”

“Since the past,” says Laras. The girl looked at the ceiling of Arkan's room, she seemed to think of something.

“Kalo from the past, why did you get away and get here? Why don't you fight your cousin's aunt and sister?” ask Arkan.

“Ish, conditions are different. Here there are you and papa who belain me, it is there just Hesti. Hesti is also rarely at home if I am angry with Aunt Yanti and Brother Anita.” Clear Barrel.

“Oh, so pretend to be strong and brave because there is a pawn nih?” Arkan raised his eyebrows.

“Hehehee!” kekeh Laras's. “That's what?” point the barrel on the paper bag that Arkan placed in the corner of the bed.

“Your changing clothes, what else?”

Baras immediately opened the paper bag that Arkan brought. And it turns out it's sleeping pajamas. “That's great! When to buy?” ask Laras.

“It is, must be intention. I bought it yesterday just as you were busy trying out the dress!”

Finally, Laras immediately changed clothes and went to sleep. The two human children, again sleeping sharing a bed. The two sleep waiting for each other. The barrel on the far right, and Arkan on the far left. While the bed blanket, controlled by Laras alone. As a result, Arkan slept curled up on the outskirts without a blanket.

At one night, Papa Han woke up from his sleep. He wanted to check his son's stubborn room, he was afraid that his son would do something out of bounds. And if it really happened, then he would soon marry the two children.

He got out of bed and grabbed his glasses. He went to Arkan's room, his only son.

Arriving in front of the room, Papa Han tried to turn the door handle that turned out not in the key. The middle-aged man even popped his head slightly.

Papa Han shook his head at the two children, he smiled slightly. It turned out that his son did not lie and was still able to keep his trust.

He stepped in, he opened his son's closet in the corner. He took his blanket from the closet and used it to cover his son's body. He stroked Arkan's head slowly. Afterwards, Papa Han came back out, not forgetting he closed the door of the room.

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“How? Is there any news?” karto asked Yanti, the aunt of Laras and the mother of Hesti and Anita.

“Not yet, I have also forced Hesti to contact the boy's number. But it never activates!” Yanti.

“Don't be right, the accident left him dead,” said Karto. “Connected the girl is no more. So every month, you have to repay your debts with the interest.”

“Good skipper,” says Yanti.

“Now, you can go home!” banish Karto to Yanti.

Yanti, too, immediately left the stall where she met with the Karto master. The middle-aged woman immediately went home with a sour face.

Arriving at home, he was reprimanded by his eldest daughter, Anita.

“Where's mom from? Why do mom's face look tangled and wry?” ask Anita.

“Our danger, because there is no news from Laras. So, every month we have to pay all our debts the same as Karto's boss. Here are the flowers.” Yanti scratched her non-itchy head. He was so dizzy thinking about his debt that not a little.

“Mother is dizzy! How much do we owe the same to Karto?” ask Anita. He never knew how much his mother owed the Karto boss.

“135 million, that's just not to mention the flowers,” said Yanti. “Duh, mom is so dizzy. It's home in the pawn as well, the money will not be enough for Bayat the same debt juragan Karto.”

Anita gawked at the amount of debt her mother mentioned.

“Laras really dead what, huh? Abis the accident, he has no news anymore,” said Yanti.

“What? Mishap barrel?!” Hesti who came out of the house was surprised instead of playing. He just found out if Laras had an accident.

Yanti smacked her lips slowly, forgetting that Hesti had not yet left for work. The youngest daughter is still in the house.

“Jawab! What is the fault of the accident?” ask Hesti. The little girl raised her voice. “Bu, respond! You're not mute, are you?”

“Yes, said the juragan's men Karto. Laras had an accident while running from the pursuit of Karto's men in the terminal,” said Yanti fearfully.

“Crazy, this is crazy! Anita's mother and sister have killed Laras, you are so evil!” Hesti pushed his mother's body from before him. The little girl cried, she was so distrustful of what Laras was going through.

Hesti went back into the house, he did not go to work. He asked his boss for permission over the phone, saying he was not feeling well.

The girl went back into her room, she was crying incessantly. Hesti was so sad to think of the bad rice that befell his cousin.

“Hiks, I shouldn't have let you go alone to Jakarta. I should have metemenin you, even though we die we will die together,” said Nesti while hugging a photo of him who was joining with Laras. Both beautiful girls are dressed in high school uniforms.

“Huhuu.. If I believe this, what should I do? Your grave doesn't know where?” Hesti continued to cry, until his eyes turned red and swelled.

In that part of the city, Nesti was crying over the Nasip Laras. In other parts of the city, the girl who was crying was busy fighting with kitchen equipment.

“Mbok, please help Laras make this fry, yes!” point the barrel on the potatoes that he has peeled and cut into small pieces.

“Yes, non!” sahut Mbok Nunung quickly.

“Do not call non, mbok. Call Laras aja,” said Laras. The girl spoke to Mbok Nunung, but her hands were busy cleaning the cut-up chicken.