Niken Areline
Fiesta

    At nine o'clock and fifteen minutes into the evening, finishing school hours, Alan sat on a chair on the campus balcony on the third floor. Some students have already left the campus. While Alan was still busy with the laptop on his lap. The task so piled up, because he had permission not to go to college for almost a week when lying in a coma in the hospital.

    “Alan, you're not coming?” ask Miss Rini (lecturer) who came out last from class. He was about 37 years old, fat and short-haired with a ribbon of sunflowers on the left. His steps stopped in front of Alan.

    Alan looked at her and asked with a confused face. “Come where bu?”

    “Lah temen-men not talking anyway?”

    “No idea ma'am, I've been doing errands. Many late.”

    “Pantes, you didn't miss your college mom just now most.”

    “Ya mom, sorry.”

    Hearing his apology, the fertile lecturer's mother understood Alan's predicament. “Yaudah gapapa, gini loh, Clara today is her birthday. Well he ngundang tenmen-tennis one class even all lecturers to come to his home,” Clara is a classmate Alan. His father owned the campus. Clara became an idol woman

on campus, probably because of her beauty. “Cute no? If you want to go with mom.”

    “Owh yes ma'am, I'm taking a break from temen. So this malem is the show? I'm not really concerned about more tasks.”

    “Iya mom knows, but not good as Mr. Harto (father Clara). Ayok deh join the mother's car, later together with Santi, Riko continued to mas Doni (three staff). You don't know his house, do you?”

    “Ummmm...”

*

The four of them descended from Rini's silver mercy. Parking between several cars and other motorcycles. The courtyard of Clara's house is very spacious, there is a fountain and a statue of a half-body horse standing in the middle. Plants and tulips adorn the edges of the iron fence walls. The page seems neatly maintained and arguably luxurious.

    There was a beautiful house in front of them. Some of my classmates were on the terrace. A typical European castle-style house with flickering lights on each roof.

    “Wow!” peek Santi, amazed. “I nyesel new come here. It turns out that Mr. Harto's house is very good.”

    “I work until ten years also can not buy the kek ginian,” saut Riko.

    “Lah, your snacks are a lot of Rik,” said bu Rini while closing the car door.

    “I do not eat a year also will not be bought into this kayak house,” said Riki.

    “Gilak, I want to be his son-in-law Mr. Harto deh,” said Doni.

    “Hahaha,” others laugh.

    Alan was silent. I don't know why he wasn't surprised by what he saw. Perhaps it was because of the task that weighed down his mind and partly because he had already seen the same luxuries of this, namely the palace and room of Niken Areline.

     “Ayok,” take bu Rini who started walking towards the palace.

*

Now everyone is in Clara's backyard. Pages that are no less extensive than the front page. Here is a swimming pool, jacuzi, some cypress trees and a stage with a group of amateur band boys singing electronic-style songs. A lot of people dance, joke, joke,

throw a marshmallow into a glass and throw a friend into the pool. But not with Alan, the little guy turned on his laptop and did his job on the table under the tree, he felt he had found a suitable place from this crowd. A bench and a round table under the mango tree.

Alan covered his ears using a headset and then turned the Mozart as a ritual to sharpen his concentration.

    Not long after, someone removed the headset from Alan's ear. Sontak made Alan's attention diverted until he looked to see the figure behind him.

     “Gosh!” Alan was shocked when he realized Niken was standing behind him. The woman was wearing a sky blue t-shirt and denim pants. Her hair is tied in two like Harley Queen, a fictional character of a superhero character in the movie Suicide Squad from DC. “When are you out?”

    “Barusan,” answered Niken smiling and twirling the heatset in his hand, like a propeller.

    “Let's someone see! Ouch,” Alan so panicked. He closed his laptop then stood up and looked at the crowd. It seems that they are still very busy joking and drowning enjoying the party. No one's paying attention to me. Alan sat down and looked back at Niken.

    “Kalo I am a princess who is having a party, you will I jail in the morning!”

    “Hah? Why?”

    “People who come to my party must enjoy it, not sit back and do not appreciate your kayak treats.”

    “But my job is very much.”

    “Yaudah,” said Niken as she stepped away from Alan. With her red high heels, she walked towards the crowd in front of the stage there.

    “Oii! What do you want?” Alan was panicking.

    “I want to dance,” Niken replied without looking at Alan.

    “Yeah,” Alan immediately left the laptop, then walked over to Niken. Clearly she was worried about what she could do with the magic-powered princess in the crowd of her friend's birthday party. “Wait!” Arriving next to Niken, Alan said a few things he was worried about. “You can not pack magic here, if there are people who see can be serious!”

    “Oke.”

    “Keep not saying if you are a princess and the real thing to my friends, ntar you will be

customized!”

    “Oke.”

    “Gosh! Why are you so hot?”

    “I want to teach you something.”

    “Hah?”

    Niken entered the crowd of people who were dancing to enjoy the sound of electronic music. Alan followed him on, penetrated the crowd and went into the middle, They both stopped there. Niken began to raise both hands, then she shook her hips and both legs to the beat of the music. Then Niken extended one hand to Alan.

   “Follow the rhythm.”

   “Hah?” Alan felt that Niken would teach him to dance.

   “Follow the rhythm.”

   “I can't hear your voice, it's noisy here.”

   Then Niken brought the face closer and whispered to Alan. He spoke word to word slowly. “Follow the rhythm, hold my hand and hold the music that moves your body.”

    Glucose, Alan gulped his saliva from goosebumps with his whisper. Fragrance fragrance perfume Niken

stinging in the nose. I can't jog. Think Alan. Then Niken retreated while looking at Alan's eyes, he again stretched out his thin and white wrist.

    Alan's holding that hand, he's a nosebleed. Niken smiled watching him. Alan was unaware of the blood coming out of his nose, and Niken took a handkerchief from the pouch and wiped it.

    Alan was shocked and embarrassed, but just as he was about to remove his hand from Niken, Niken clasped his hand tightly. Then the woman brought her lips closer to Alan's ear and said with the same rhythm.

   “I said I'd teach you something.”

   Finished saying that, Niken let go of his hand grip, his grip changing to both of Alan's shoulders. This time both of Niken's hands held tightly onto Alan's shoulders. They looked at each other and Niken kept dancing. Alan was still confused as to what to do. While her thoughts on all those college assignments have been lost, switch with Niken and her sexy gestures. Shit, Alan swore.

    Until that moment comes, the music, Niken's touch, his gaze, the hair-throw and the fragrance of his body. Everything had penetrated into Alan's bloodstream like magic. However, all of those things still made him stand glued motionless. Niken continued to look into Alan's two eyes that had been glued. It makes him nervous and sweat.

    “Don't look at me like that,” Alan said.

who is in front of him.

    “Entah.”

    You are so beautiful. That was the sentence that was actually stuck in Alan's mind at the moment. Then Alan looked back and forth, asking if anyone saw him standing with Niken? Apparently not, all his friends were busy dancing and drinking soft drinks in plastic cups. While he himself was in the middle of a horde of some people he had just met. Thankfully, Alan thought, although he also thought it was not impossible that a friend would catch Alan with a foreign woman at a classmate's birthday party.

    The music changed, still in electronic style but the tempo was slower. The light turned red and yellow adjusting the melow song that the amateurs were singing up there. Niken still held onto Alan's shoulders, closed his eyes and danced to move his legs left and then right.

    “You think I used to do this kind of thing?” niken asked, still closing his eyes.

    “Eh? No, I didn't think so,” Alan replied. “But after I saw, like you're used to blending in a kayak gini party huh? Enjoying music and dancing,” Alan questioned what he thought was reasonable, for him a princess from the kingdom could easily throw a party like this. Then Niken opened both of her eyes. He looked at Alan.

    “I forgot the story to you.”

    “What?”

    “Part of agreement,”

    niken replied, sounding like a distraction. But into the chat

which may be more important. “Because of the curse that was in my body, as long as I

alive, Kusno is watching me.”

    “Kusno? Who is he?”

    “G grandson of Arka, descendant of the one who defeated Larem. Kusno is now a king in Tronatu. Its territory is vast and adjacent to my kingdom. And, the deal was, Kusno watched me with her magic, she used a dove to love me. And one of the other agreements, I was forbidden to come into contact with anyone other than my family.”

    “How many agreements are there?”

“Many, the point is the things that make me like a prisoner.”

Alan looked at her Iike, he was concerned about Niken's story. Alan thought that if a woman as beautiful as Niken was born in his world, maybe he would marry a rich man and live happily. Not living like a prisoner.

    “So this is the first time you touched someone else?”

“Ya.”

The answer made Alan feel special when he felt the touch of both hands on his shoulders. Then he

considering further, it turns out this isn't the first time Niken has touched her. Except when he was in a dream, which is when Niken told his identity by telling Alan to touch Niken's fingers.

    “And you broke the agreement?”

    “Ya.”

    “Keep what will happen if you break one of those agreements?”

    “I will be put to death.”

    The sentence was put to death made Alan remember the Witch named Baron who was about to execute Niken

in his room that day, before Jaka finally managed to save Niken's life. Then Alan was irritated by the agreement that sounded ridiculous to him.

    “Even if you do not break the agreement, they still intend to execute you. Should your mother's death not be your fault, they have no right to judge you based on that curse and prophecy!” Alan said in an increasingly hardened tone, clearly upset.

    “How else, I have the curse,” said Niken, immediately he bowed his head and stopped moving his legs, however, his hands were still on Alan's shoulders. He was moody, Alan thought. Women's hearts change easily, from happy to sad.

    “What, if you die, I will die too?” ask Alan.

    “I don't know,” Niken quietly replied without staring.

    “Kalo so, I assume yes,” said Alan, suddenly his face became serious and hinted at a belief. “If you die then I will die too. Despite the curse and the agreement, this is my world,” Alan imagined a cat scratch scar that docked itself that day. Suddenly Alan felt he had been given a power with Niken in his body. “If they still bother you, then that means they bother me too, I will try to protect you, ummm no, I will try to protect us.”

    Hearing those words, Niken again raised her face to look at Alan. It turned out that Niken had already shed her tears, perhaps remembering her mother or lamenting the fate of the curse within

his blood. Not long after, Alan said.

“Don't be sad, I can take care of you.”

Cup, Niken pulls Alan's head with both hands and kisses his lips. Five seconds ago

release again. Their faces turned red.

    “Is this also your first time kissing someone else's lips?”

    “Ngak,” Reply Niken.

    “How about you?”

    “Umm, I've never,” Alan replied a little awkwardly with what he was talking about.

    “This is the second time.”

    “What was the first time you did it with Jaka?”

    Hearing Alan's question, Niken laughed. Gingsuln. “Why do you guess Jaka?”

    “Umm, I don't know,” said it was getting awkward, Alan suddenly felt that it was better to kiss like that

not worth talking about anymore. Maybe a real man will be quiet and, let a kiss be felt enough. Think

Alan. “Maybe because you deket same Jaka,” Alan back a little regret the question. Alan really isn't Romeo.

“Nina,” said. “His name is Nina Enra, she's a girl.”

“Hah? You kiss the girl?” Niken nodded with a smile. “When did you do that? Are you in love?”

    “Five years ago, when I was fifteen. My family and I came to the kingdom of Minarama on the coast of Yonar. Although my family forbade me from touching anyone else, Nina came to my room at night. He let me see the stars. We sat together on the beach. He told me a lot of interesting things about life. One of them, he once told me that, we will always think of the star as more beautiful than sand. But what if we live in the stars? Perhaps we will assume that the sand is more beautiful than the stars. I keep understanding what he said. Something far away and visible

beautiful, may always look better, because we never see the bad side.”

    “I understand,” says Alan.

    “Then I realized that Nina was different, not infrequently she said sad as the curse that was on me. Keep him

staring deep. Nina kisses my lips, I can't refuse. It may seem strange, but I accept it because she is Nina.”

    “Where is Nina now?”

    “So, I'll be back in Areyan tomorrow. After that I never heard from Nina again, it was like a dream.”

*

“Hei it's Clara,” sound sound friends around it. They were talking about Clara coming. Back there, Clara greeted her friends present. He walked with his father. Clara had short hair with pale complexion, her body was tall. She was wearing a short blue dres. However, there was a figure in Alan's spotlight right now. A man who accompanied Clara Gretchen besides her father. On the other side of Clara, a man in a red shirt and black pants walked in. He is Dimas Mahardika, Alan's officemate.