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Tonight Bharta's core team is also some of their members are gathering casually at a simple stall, located not far from Mandala High School.

"Oh my goodness, that's not sugar, you want to drink salted orange ice? already, you sit there, let mpok makein," said Mpok Sinta the owner of the stall. Then Mpok Sinta took over the job Anan continued to make orange ice again.

"Well, Mpok didn't say anyway, it should be this jar in front of him in the love of writing, which sugar is garem," answered Anan who had been unable to distinguish between sugar and salt, the man never knew the slightest of kitchen spices. And now he stubbornly wants to help Mpok Sinta who is making orders for people who are cool with his busy life out there.

That guy knows. Once he helped his mother cook breakfast at that time, because his mother was busy making coffee and tea, so he was not supervised at all. Until that happens, everyone eats sweet meat soup and salty pancakes. Really am!. From that day on, Anan's mother did not allow her son to interfere when she cooked. And Anan with his passion always wanted to help ease his mother's work.

"Mpok Section will not be wrong to take sugar. Here let's throw away that orange ice!" a brilliant idea suddenly appeared in Anan's brain." has just been ajah mpok, herein ajah it all, let anan bring out," said Anan pointed to a tray that was ready with food ordered by his friend.

"Be careful, son," Anan nodded, then took the tray out and gave the order to four of his friends.

"You want to change boss' profession?" said one guy. "why, you want to replace me huh!" anan looked at the guy fiercely. "What can you do?" said the man again.

"May, may I cut my lips," as soon as the man was silent, he did not answer the president's words again.

"Thank you bosqu" said Robi receiving a bowl of boiled noodles and a glass of orange ice. Raka, Rafa and Dirga receive the same meal.

The five of them began to eat their own food...

"Uhuuk, what the hell!" dirga's shrill words spouted orange ice from his mouth. Anan looked at Dirga holding back his laughter.

"Weh anjir, do not spray into my face also kale," said Robi after wiping his face.

"It's orange ice or sea water ice anyway!" Dirga grumbled annoyed. Expect to get freshness after eating fruitful food, even in the can flush sea waves are so salty in his mouth.

"Why the hell?" ask Robi. "Her horns taper the same garem for sure." Dirga answered, putting the glass away.

"I have a sweet, really" said Raka after sipping her orange ice.

Dirga stared at the strange thing in Anan, the guy held back his laughter while eating. Oh, no really! inner Dirga. Because cool with his food, Dirga also retaliated against the actions that he believed were the actions of the chairman of the temple.

With a slow motion without a sound, Dirga shifted her glass and swapped it with Anan's glass. Done, look at the results.

Byuurs!

After sipping the drink, Anan did the same thing as Dirga, he spouted it and again Robi's face became his victim.

"Hahahaaa seger no Rob, wash your face twice," Raka's laughter boomed to see Robi's annoyed face wet from the bursts of love from her two best friends.

"Hahaa karma lo boss, how good is boss?" Dirga also laughs to see Anan who just finished sipping Robi's drink, eliminating the salty taste left on his tongue.

"What is the fault of the servant, O Allah, why is it always the servant," Robi raised her hand as if she were praying and her face was made as clear as possible.

"Komuk lo anjir," the laughter of Dirga and Raka did not stop either. Robi's face is still wet and weld.

"Bang Rafa help me doung," Robi's whine gripped holding Rafa's arm, disturbing Rafa who was eating in silence."D L's!" rafa's reply made Robi frown in confusion.

"what the hell," said Robi.

"lo's suffering!" rafa says flat.

Tin tiin!!

The loud noise of several motors from the front diverted them. There were several motorcycles that stopped, about twenty men descended from their respective motors.

As the five men got up to the men, seeing their core team rise up, the rest of the Bharta members who were in the place stood up after their leader met the guest.

Judging from the emblem on their jacket, the person was Lucifer's alley. Anan confronts Malvin.

There was no sign yet of the two gang leaders saying anything. Silence, wait for one of them to start a conversation.

"Would you come here?" dion asked impatiently because Anan never asked. Anan raised his hand to stop Dion. Dion obeyed and was silent.

"Hmm," Anan Dehem, the guy's face turned flat from now on. Different from when he was pranking Dirga earlier.

"Gue denger lo spies we bawuran yesterday," said Malvin staring Anan without a hostile look.

"Hm," Anan replied with deheman again.

"Ham hem mulu lo" Malvin's kekeh caused confusion among Bharta's members.

"Gue's talking privately to the five of you, week at the Violet cafe!" malvin smiled at Anan.

"okay!" anan agreed. Lucifer got back on their bike and walked away from the place.

"We never have a problem with them right," said Raka still staring at the departure of Lucifer.

"Nothing" Anan replied.

"Yuk in," asked Dirga. Then they went back into the shop.

"Gue back!" rafa said in another nod.

The night is getting colder, time is showing at eleven o'clock in the evening. Sinta mpok warung has been closed since. The guy with the glasses and bangs still hangs there. All his friends have been home since the shop closed. But Dirga decided to stay there with Raka.

Only silence enveloped them, Dirga was cool with the game on his cellphone, and Raka who was silent daydreaming about something.

I don't know why his mind remembers what happened this afternoon. The sweet voice of Ellia, her hand holding the girl's tiny hand, the charming beautiful face of Ellia, her sweet face that was getting sweeter while eating cotton candy.

Raka looked at her own hands. He smiled sweetly, remembering this hand that was holding the blue-tinted girl's hand. The shadow of the little children in the park earlier made Raka stare intensely at her own palm.

It used to be this hand that always held the tiny hand of Nana. Nana, where are you?.

Half an hour passed. Dirga keeps his cell phone back in his jacket pocket. Prepare to go home. "Wouldn't you go back?" Dirga patted Raka's shoulder.

"Hmm, let's go back!" raka answered directly taking her jacket and bag.

Raka parked her black car in the garage. The man stepped into the house. After shutting back the door of her house, Raka took off her glasses and combed the bangs on her forehead backwards.

The man stepped back to climb the stairs, but a familiar voice suddenly pierced his sense of hearing. Raka let out a rough sigh, she silently tried not to care.

"WHEREVER YOU ARE, DON'T SEE WHAT TIME IT IS, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WARNED." Raka paid no heed to the cry of the middle-aged man who was looking at her intently.

"YOU ARE A BROTHER, YOU SHOULD SET AN EXAMPLE FOR YOUR BROTHER, NOT YOU WHO SHOULD EXEMPLIFY HIM. LOOK AT YOUR SISTER, SHE ALWAYS COMPLIES EVEN THOUGH SHE MADE A FEW MISTAKES."

"Whatever, even though I always follow your words, whether until when every thing I do is always a mistake in your eyes," replied Raka coldly, different from Raka outside the house.

"You watch over your sister, take care of her!, don't stay away from her, and always be around her, if only I knew she was hurt one bit, you wouldn't let me go!" said the man still in his high tone, looking at the teenage boy with a piercing look. Raka kept paying attention to him, he continued his delayed steps up the steps of the stairs.

"The child does not know himself!" muttered the man, but unfortunately it cannot be called muttering because it is still very clearly heard in a deserted house.

Raka continued her steps towards her room.

While in the other corner of the house, someone heard everything. Very clear and painful. He had heard such screams and screams. The man also stepped up to Raka.

Raka takes off her uniform and goes to the bathroom to refresh herself, trying to forget what just happened.

Some time later Raka came out while rubbing her wet hair with a towel.

It was seen that the person who had been waiting for him was sitting on the soft bed that belonged to Raka.

Raka approached and sat right beside the person.

"What?" ask Raka.

"Lo don't need to take care of me, because here what should be taken care of is lo, don't beat him, I'll turn around what should be lo's," replied the guy who had a face so similar to Raka.

"Haha, don't be like that. I'm self-aware, although you can turn it all around, but given the circumstances now, it's all for nothing. As hard as we prevent, the end of this story will remain the same," Raka laughed insipidly. Laughing at the destiny he had to live.

"Don't fuck Raf, things won't change. Lo even make me harder," continued Raka staring at the face of his twin sister.

"But this can not run rich gini, you never admit the slightest mistake. Is it fair that this is how. I feel like the cruelest man Rak, you have to keep protecting this very nice guy, while you're the one I should be protecting." the man's voice raised disapproving of Raka's words.

"Don't block my shelf, I won't let this go on!" he continued with a flash of emotion in his eyes.

"ALL WILL BE IN VAIN RAFA!, YOU WILL KILL ME INSTEAD. AT LEAST IF I CAN'T DO ANYTHING, I CAN STILL PROTECT LO, WHAT I CAN'T HAVE WILL BE LO'S. IT'S ALL THE SAME FOR ME." Raka held onto her chest, her breathing became irregular all of a sudden. His chest felt pain, as if something was pressing down hard on him.

"Well, huuh, huuft..." Raka tried to regulate her increasingly choked breath. Likewise the grip of his hand on his chest that was getting tighter.

"JOHN!!" shouting Rafa panicked immediately grabbed Raka's bag and broke the contents, looking for a small tube containing the details needed by Raka.

After finding it, he immediately gave a few pills to Raka along with a glass of water that was always available on the nightstand.

Moments after Raka swallowed her, the guy's body squeezed and fell on the bed.

Rafa confirmed the position of his twin brother and then lay next to him, following Raka to dreamland. He hopes that in his dream, all this will end. The heavy burden in his chest disappeared. Even in a dream.

But even in the real world Rafa will fight to make it all end.

Rafa is unable if he has to lose for the umpteenth time.

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Seriate.

Rafa Satria Putra &**Raka Sadewa Putra.

their original appearance. But in this story just imagine if one of them uses glasses and bangs Korean hairstyle so for the role of Raka, okay👌***