Sam
Perturbed

...

"Tone, please calm down," asked Sam softly. However, the girl simply continued to brush off Sam's hand with an increasingly innocent cry.

Crushed, fucked, sick. That's how I felt Tone. Confused mixed with annoyance ambushed him repeatedly. All he remembered, when the foreign taste was slowly given Sam repeatedly. To make it comfortable, the more comfortable but the more relaxed. Then ... when Sam showered him with kiss after kiss that made him drift indeterminate direction. Thereafter... I don't know. What happened to him. The more it goes against the current, the more it sinks.

Thats enough. Nada still doesn't want to remember it anymore. No. gabe. Not now. There's more important than that. I want to get out of there as soon as possible. Immediately.

After a while, the stifled cry that turned into a bit of a fading faded away changed with a blank look forward.

"Tone..," said Sam restrained while looking down after a while passed. Waiting for the tone can calm down. This time he could not see the tears of Tone that continued to come out without he could stop.

"Say something, Na. Don't be quiet."

Slowly, Sam's right hand stretched out trying to grab the plain shoulder of the slightly shaking Tone. The girl's eyes were closed with disjointed sobs.

The absence of rejection from the girl made Sam inching closer. He just wanted to calm her down and said everything would be fine. However, any word that came out of his mouth never got any answer from the black-haired girl who was now disordered.

Both are in silence. They dissolve in each other's minds.

Until the small movement of the Tone, made Sam stare full of anxiety. Moreover, the lips of the girl grimaced with pain.

"Is that sick?" sam asked frantically while tucking in the hair boy Nada who was about to cover his face.

Tone just silence don't answer. His eyes gnawed and instantly his tears escaped. The pain in the center of the core makes it close the eyes. After a bit of calm, he immediately stood no matter what the clothes were open.

"Tone, be careful." Seeing Nada limped to stand up made Sam grieve. There is a sense of regret of anger and disappointment in yourself when Nada was silent did not answer a word for the questions he said.

Slowly, Nada grabbed her clothes stored on the plastic chair, next to the table. Then, he took Sam's shirt off and put the origin on the UKS mattress.

The sound of chicken crows is starting to sound, even though it is still so dark out there.

"tone. Please say whatever. As long as it doesn't silence me like this. Talk about whatever you feel. Tell you what, I'm supposed to do?"

I don't know how many sentences Sam's question was thrown, without getting an answer. Makes the man even more hit by a terrible guilt.

The tone remained silent. Then, his gaze rose glancing at the wall clock above the door. The short needle still points at the number three, with the long needle being at the number six.

Sam just stared uneasily as Nada picked up her clothes that were still lying on the floor and wore them slowly.

Sam should come closer and help with whatever it is. However, the look of tired and dim eyes that actually tore Sam's mind. Make it like a double-blast of regret. He would rather get hit many times or anything like that than get caught in this situation.

His consciousness gathered again as Nada walked towards the door leaf. Sam immediately stood up though tremblingly then tried to hold Nada's shoulder. "Tone, where are you going?"

Again, just as silent as Sam's loyal friend.

When the fear infiltrated again, Sam hugged Nada's body from behind. "Tone don't go. We're both going from here. D-don't be afraid. I'm. I'm going to see your parents. You're not alone. That's what you're afraid of?"

His mind slashed back as Nada continued to incline to escape from him. When Sam touched Nada's shoulder again. The girl slowly brushed her hand away until it ended up hanging in the air. "Tone, I delivered, yes," cried Sam more on pleading.

Seen, Nada shook her head and said softly, "build the door."

Sam's heart paled. As if it's a landslide to the ankle. He began to curse himself why he could not hold back. He was sure last night hurt Nada so badly. It was no longer sick, it had even destroyed the girl.

The absence of an answer from Sam made Nada glance weakly at Sam. It made Sam so clearly see the face of Nada who was very tired and hurt.

"OKAY. Okay. But I'll drive you home, yeah." Bargain Sam seemed to respond to what Nada wanted the most for now.

Tone shook slowly and slightly leaned his forehead on the door leaf. Inevitably, Sam immediately pulled a slot over the door, making the cold out there infiltrate the pores of his skin.

It's still quiet outside. However, the lights from the stage courtyard still lit up brightly.

Tone goes slowly out. At that moment Sam immediately went back inside to pick up his shirt.

When Sam lifted his shirt on the UKS bed sheet, he saw an orange red patch there. His chest rumbled violently after his knee that suddenly limp like no bones. He was not a teenager yesterday afternoon who did not know the meaning of the spotting.

Sam quickly wears the original shirt that was previously in Nada, for him to wear on his body. He left the shirt open without him hooking the buttons.

Deftly, his hand immediately rolled up the cloth and folded it away in order to realize Nada was no longer out there.

The panic-themed running that dominated his entire mind. Sam rolled his eyes down. He found no tone there. There was only the sound of a diesel engine with the lights still brightly lit right in the middle of the school yard.

There were some students sleeping on the stage with various positions there.

Sam doesn't care what's there anymore. He just kept running and came down the stairs in a hurry. He did not want Nada to go home alone with such a mess.

Arriving at the parking lot, Sam memicing absent motorized vehicles in the parking lot. His feet agilely move with a huff to check the motor Nada.

Nonexistent

When Sam never found the usual motor Nada wear. He immediately ran to the OSIS room to pick up his bags and belongings. There he saw some of his friends sleeping together on a green carpet.

He doesn't care about anyone. He immediately looked for his bag and got out of there.

The heart is like a forced stop, when someone mentions its name. Someone's call made his chest beat like he was about to be executed in the middle of a dark forest.

"Sam. You sleep at school too? Whereabouts? I don't know since the show closed." Bela approached and stood in front of Sam by patting his wet cheek. The girl was clearly from the bathroom.

Sam was still silent and Bella frowned in confusion as Sam looked dazed. Then Bella sees Sam carrying a polo bag in her right hand. The black-robed man was even seen sweating on his forehead.

"Would you like to go home, Sam?" bella said sparklingly, "i'm a nebeng can, huh?" he continued and Sam immediately replied 'cannot' and then walked with wide steps. Leaving Bella who was silent.

Arriving on the bike, Sam was so nervous that he was about to enter the contact alone many times wrong. "Haaarose!"

Sam hit his motor tank. And scooped his face for a moment with a breath that he tried to arrange to be calmer. Then he tried to re-enter the contact again. When he succeeded, he immediately grabbed a helmet for him to wear.

As soon as possible Sam began to speed through the streets of Solo city that was so very quiet. Only one or two vehicles passed by him. The day is so still very early if to make people wake up to activity.

In just a matter of minutes Sam has arrived at the sidewalk of a house. In front there, there was Nada's house that still looked deserted. He was silent for a moment and then sat on the motorbike restlessly. The tightly closed fence of Nada's house made Sam feel so late.

Five minutes passed, just silently looking at Nada's house. He ignored the cold morning air that hit his face and neck open. The heart is still angry even though it has taken a breath many times and then exhaled slowly. Then, his attention switched as the sound of the motor slowly approached to stop in front of the fence.

Sam immediately got off and took a few steps off his bike. His footsteps only stopped when Nada saw him for a moment, then led his bike in.

Sam wanted to run over to Nada. But he soon realized, if this was a blind morning. Just one voice said, it would wake anyone around.

Finally, Sam just stood up and continued to look at the missing tone behind the side door of the house. Staring at the closed door, where Nada disappeared earlier.

"Tell me anything as long as it makes my guilt less. In this way, you have killed me slowly... So please, don't do that."

Sam pulled his hair rough. Then hit him hard. "Sada sorryin me. Excuse me. Sorry, "his hiss unconsciously made his tears just fall.

That word should have been said since. Since last night. Ever since he woke up. Or ever since Nada started to brush her hands off as if the dirt was so disgusting to her. He was too dissolved by the new taste that made him float to the top, and realized Nada had been crying silently beneath him

Should have.

*

Sam had been sitting pensively looking at his phone call being declined for the entire time. For later, his last call changed with the voice of the operator answering. When switching on the green application, the contact can no longer contact the Tone number that previously could still be connected.

Sam growled stifled. However, he could not possibly scream loudly. Aware this was already at home and there were both her parents as well. Luckily, his brain could still think that way.

For the next time, the voice of the mother who banged on the door for the fourth time was heard again.

Inevitably, Sam got out of his bed and opened the door after arranging his face to look ordinary. He did not want anyone to know how sorry and destroyed an Alsaki Sambara who had made his mother proud last night. Got a pat as a short support from papa.

However, this time. Does he deserve to be treated like a proud child? As bad as Sam, he never played women over the reasonable limit. Never does. It was precisely the woman who approached him, even deliberately thrusting herself.

However, all is lost when the eyes of the mind and heart are covered in fear of loss. He did not want Nada to mention the name of a person who was no more a jerk than himself. Gaining the pity of the girl who had unconsciously infiltrated his heart space long ago.

No. gabe. Sam is not willing to let Nada to return to the melt let alone they will meet again for the next year. His heart was not that wide to let Nada be free that way.

"It's child. Awakening difficult. What time is it, Sam. You haven't had breakfast!" There was a burst of water from Tantri as soon as she opened the door of her room. He made Sam close his eyes for a moment. Not daring to look at the woman who had given birth to him eighteen years ago.

"Yes, Ma, yes. It's waking up too."

Tantri soon passed from the front of Sam's room while saying goodbye to the new Solo. He also said he had been there since this morning.

Sam offered to drive his mother. However, the fifty-year-old woman immediately rejected it quickly because she still wanted to stop by smoothly to buy necessities.

As much as Tantri with online ojek back to make Sam feel lonely. He walked slowly and sat down on the middle sofa with his shoulders slumped. The stomach that had sounded since he had not paid attention. His mind was only towards one name that was now increasingly attached to his heart. Especially since last night. Passing through several events that make the heart pump harder than normal.

A series of events re-engaged in Sam's mind. From the loss of Tone from his sight. From the stage. Though previously he had exchanged a smile that so excited him to sing some songs with joy.Then, his panic sought Nada to all over the place. He also had a clue from his class sister who had seen Nada brought by his classmates. Until he ended up behind the IPS building that was so dim. His heart burns when someone tries to kiss the girl he believes is the one he is looking for.

His tears flowed as he was re-ignited with emotion when Nada looked regretful for making someone she hated so much. Especially when Nada mentioned that name. Until, the beautiful scenery is tantalizing is faint behind the shirt. Also ... my glare waving before him. It all just happened. Slowly but surely, it carried her dragged in high waves. Feeling the sweetness of a new taste for the first time in his life. Take him flying for a moment. Until ... tears on the cheek that seemed to flow without a mouth resuscitated itself to the real world.

Dddrrrtt. The sound of shakes in the pocket of the phone, awakening Sam from a series of happy events, sad, disappointed, sorry, shattered into one.

"Sam.has been waiting for woooiiii. Where the hell, you." Dika's voice was protesting across there.

"Emang why?"

"Why your bald man! We're still parting session two with OSIS. Forgot, loh!"

"Huh?"

Honestly Sam to forget one agenda that he must follow.

"Where did you say it all night! I'm looking around all over school not finding your life. I think on the cake Mak dampung you."

"You nutmeg," Sam bursts as he clucks.

"You're a Portrait of Mak Lampir. Yes times, so Seambaranya Nyai Blorong, seneng di you."

*