New School Terror
Can Mirza Survive?

If you wait for the rainy season to come in about a few months, can it still survive?

Light from between the leaves has a special meaning for men who are standing by the window of the house.

It emits a different aura. More honor and authority. Exit another figure from the mirror in the corner of the owner's room.

"My self-worth is hurt according to your will."

The man who had been in a relationship with Mira bergeming. The sad highlight of his manic was reluctant to look up at the sky.

"My movement is now limited. Can't use energy in vain anymore."

The golden color swirling around the figure was reminiscent of a single name.

"Sanja." Mirza called.

Slowly the skinny body turned around. His hand held the side of the abdomen that had been injured by a stab wound.

Sanjaya is concerned about his condition. "You don't have to interfere in his life anymore."

The happy smile that was once shown now lived a heartbreaking shadow.

Mirza sat on the bench staring blankly at the white wall. "Help Jefri, San. He won't be strong alone."

Anger was buried by the concern of fellow comrades in arms. If he could stand next to them, he would. Unfortunately I can't.

"He looks the toughest." Sanjaya saw that from the way Jefri behaved. "However it is most broken."

"I don't think I can last much longer. Next week I go to Jakarta" said Mirza.

"Hiding your condition is not a good choice. Tell them."

"Is the kingdom there safe no prince?" canda Mirza's. "Lo has to go back. It's not good to hang around for too long."

"You called me to come to this strange world."

"Lo who opens their communication with them."

"Because you asked for my help." Sanjaya can't be angry with this one human. "Tell me anything that can cure you."

As a result of the blade smeared with spells Mirza initially thought her spiritual energy was absorbed a little. Apparently the more the day just the pain recurs at the same point. Or even more unstoppable at a certain time.

This is called destiny.

He's an ordinary man. His mind is not mature. Being forced to take responsibility for the lives of others so as not to feel the same pain.

Everything Mira and Jefri have ever given me will always be in check if he's gone.

"You don't call Jayantaka" Sanjaya said, asking why she's buying time to meet her best man.

Mirza stammered towards the bed. "He is different from me ... It's useless to be called now."

The fact is that Sanjaya is present because she is called Mirza. Jefri doesn't know that yet.

Jefri still thinks Sanjaya's communication door is reopened as Mira is in danger in the forest.

Feeling the futility of chatting for a long time with a selfish person, Sanjaya returned to her place.

Mirza's tears fell without being ruled. The water that came down from the sky also represented his sadness. Tightness in the chest is undeniable. All because he was present in their lives.

If from the beginning Mira did not meet him, then Grandpa Fuadi and his father did not recognize each other.

It all started from there. Betrayal, lies, pain, until the deaths of one by one of their families almost kill Mirza slowly. Now he got karma for his father's actions.

Sobs muffled with the rain. They may have forgotten bad memories, but the guilt is greater. Although Mirza has been forgiven under the pretext of not being her fault. The golden-hearted man could not lock them in danger anymore.

The first way until the last time he did. Sanjaya's summoning isn't the last way to protect them. Mirza called Sanjaya a steel wall that can withstand all negative energies.

Sanjaya and Jefri are not much different. They have a sense of responsibility, courage, and simplicity.

If the companion of each of them comes to the surface simultaneously for the sake of worldly interests, the next thing that happens is an imbalance.

Sanjaya may have stayed as long as Jefri lived. Jayantaka is not. Mirza died wherever she wanted to come to see him.

In the end, Mirza wrote a short letter on the white sheet to someone who had never been erased from her heart until at any time.

The letter will be given after his life is over.