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THE PAST ARKAN

“Mas, I'm sorry,” Overturned. The clear crystal escaped from his eyelids. She thought her husband was angry with her.

Arkan who was leaning against the wall, slumped to the floor just like that. Apparently, the man grabbed his own hair. He felt, to be a man so useless and unreliable.

“I'm useless! I'm useless!” Arkan repeatedly banged his back head against the wall he was leaning against.

Laras immediately wrapped his body in a blanket and got off the bed. She hugged her husband's body.

“Sorry me, mas. Sorry me,” said Laras. Arkan looked up at Laras' face.

“Darling, don't cry. You're not wrong, I'm wrong here,” Arkan said. “I'm sorry I scared you, I'm a-a-I'm disappointed in myself.” Apparently, Arkan was shedding tears.

“You are not alone, ma. There I am, I am here for you. I promise, we'll get through this together. I'll be there for you, next to you forever.”

Arkan nodded, the two human children strengthening each other. “Now, break yes,” Arkan said. He asked his wife to go back to bed.

The man also laid his body on the right side of his wife who had already laid down. Arkan pretended to be asleep, after making sure his wife was asleep. He also confirmed the position of his wife who fell asleep in a state of innocence. After that, he got out of bed. He opened a small locker, and picked up a pack of cigarettes and a flamethrower.

Arkan walked towards the balcony of the room, he sat on that balcony with a plain upper body. He vented his annoyance at the pack of cigarettes he had in his hand. The cold that pierced his skin and bones was not felt at all.

“Uhukk.. Uhukk.!” Arkan coughing. The man held his chest, “Napsu is there, but why can't I do all that like other men?” inner Arkan.

Arkan stared at the dark sky, his mind glaring far away.

The flashback

“Ar, please stop! This is not good for health,” said Erland. Friends of Arkan and Ramon. Not only them, there were still some other students gathered with them.

“Aihh! Very chatty, already like my mama!” Arkan who had started to get drunk, pushed Erland's body from before him.

This is the habit of the second grade teenager of High School. Every time you go to school, you don't go straight home. Instead stop at an old building on the outskirts of the city center.

“Ar, what are you not saying? Same Mama Rita and Papa Han, they must be sad to see you are like gini!” Erland who notabenya is a calm and good child, always trying to advise and accompany his best friend.

“Duh! Lu why the hell? Always ban Arkan!” cetus Ramon in Erland.

“Yes, whatever. I will not ban you anymore,” Erland said. “But remember, you'll be nyesel, Ar. You'll be mrsel!”

“Hust!” Arkan squinted his eyes. He took out his phone with the Blackberry brand from his gray school pants pocket.

“Hallo!”

“Iya, ma!” sahut Arkan's. “Huk! Huk!” Arkan keep cheering. His consciousness is gone 25%.

“Where are you? It's five o'clock in the afternoon, why haven't you gone home?!” ask Mama Rita. The young lady was so worried.

“Oeik.. We where? Hahaa!” Arkan asked and laughed while banging his own head that felt dizzy.

“In kostan!” said friend Ramon.

“In kostan, ma. Ar's back home!” Without hearing Mama Rita's words. Arkan immediately turned off the phone.

“Please, burn my cigarette!” arkan's Pinta to Erland. Instead of turning on the flamethrower, Arkan instead got a slap from Erland.

Plaque! The slap landed on Arkan's left cheek.

“Hahaha! What's wrong with you, Er?” instead of being angry, Arkan laughed.

“Lu why the hell, Erland. Love to make trouble!” Ramon looked at Erland with a dislike look. Erland, too, was so distasteful of Ramon who had brought Arkan into the black hole and the wrong place.

“Lu crazy! If you want to be damaged, don't take Arkan.” Cetus Erland's. “Severe child victim broken home kayak lu!” point Erland.

After that, Erland dragged Arkan out and left the old building.

Ramon stared at Erland's departure with a hard-to-art eye. “One day, I'll avenge this humiliation!”

Erland also hugged Arkan who was half drunk, using Arkan's trabas motorbike.

When it was far enough, Arkan suddenly returned to throwing a tantrum. He could not stay on that bike.

“Ar, quiet! We will fall!” erland's Tegur.

“I want to vomit!” arkan Bright.

“I'm dizzy with you! Why is it so hard to set?” gerutu Erland's.

On the road, suddenly a truck passed. Erland, who was driving with one hand, lost her balance. Erland also released the handlebar motor he held, he did not forget his best friend. He kept Arkan's body.

“Dead too, we'll be together, Ar!” erland shouted at his best friend.

Bruk! Brak!

That trabas motor, didn't hit the truck. But hitting the road barrier, the two human children dressed in white Grey were already lying on the side of the road with bodies drenched in blood. Both are unconscious.

By the time they both realized, both of them had been in the hospital. Arkan was so sorry for what he did. He regretted not listening to his friend's advice if only he had listened. Maybe Erland wouldn't lie down in the hospital like that.

Strange things are happening to Arkan. If previously he often disturbed girls or participated in seeing adult films with his friends, but after that incident. He never tasted or felt lust again. In fact, he was never close to anyone. He was only close to Erland and did not want to be away from his best friend.

He never told anyone all the strangeness. He always harbored his own, he was so embarrassed to tell even to Papa and his own Mama. Until he turned 33 years old, he knew Laras accidentally, a girl who was able to make herself open and know what love, struggle and belief are.

Flashback off

Arkan spent a pack of cigarettes in two hours. After the cigarette ran out, he went back into the room. He climbed into the bed and hugged his wife's body tightly.

At 03:03, Laras woke up. She covered her nose when she smelled the smell of her husband's body which was very pungent because it smelled the smell of cigarettes.

“Mas, wake up,” says Baras slowly.

“Emm.. Why, yank?” ask Arkan while opening his eyes.

“Mas smoking, yes?” ask Baras to Arkan.

“Yes, I couldn't sleep earlier. So mas ngemokok, at half-time is just sleeping,” said Arkan. “Let's sleep again, I'm so sleepy!”

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Mwehee! Please don't ask for more, just don't ask for more. Neng will try, every day to make up two chapters!

Note: My dear, I do not want to be forced 🤭