The Fake Friend In Silence
BACKPACK BAG

In the morning when the sun began to show itself timidly, Abhian was seen coming down from the stairs of his room in neat clothes, torn jeans in the hanky combined with a thin white shirt top wrapped in his favorite denim jacket.

Abhian went down the stairs in a cool style as usual complete with a backpack that looks weightless. Because his backpack contained nothing at all.

He then walked towards the kitchen of his apartment, walked towards the dining table and grabbed a piece of wheat bread laid out on the table, devoured it greedily and ran towards the door of his apartment.

Walking down the still-deserted hallway, abhian lived in the Joeson Appartment on the 16th floor and deliberately rented an apartment close to Salwa because his job was to keep Salwa going. Leisurely Abhian walked down the quiet passageway while whistling, occasionally he glanced at the circular watch in his left hand.

After arriving at the elevator door he then pressed the arrow button down, a few minutes later the elevator door opened, there was no one in the elevator, he said, it's obvious because it's still early in the morning.

Abhian entered the elevator casually, after the elevator door closed he hurriedly pressed the B1 button to pick up the motor in the basement of his apartment.

**

Today he returned with the usual routine of going to campus with Salwa. Before that, he must have approached Salwa first.

After reaching the basement below, Abhian hunted to find his favorite sport bike. Not until a few minutes his eyes have found his favorite motorbike.

Buru Buru Abhian approached his motorcycle and reached for the key from inside his jacket pocket. He turned on the motorbike and went off and left the apartment environment to meet Salwa's contract.

Not until 20 minutes Abhian had arrived in front of Salwa's contract. Minimalist house with flower shades that adorn the yard looks so peaceful and still quiet of course.

A little explanation, first after Salwa really escaped and was accepted at the University of Pride that he then rushed to find a new contract close to the campus, which was close to the campus, considering Salwa is very very calculated with anything related to money he really does not want to spend more money just to pay the cost for public transportation. Better to walk, he thought. But it turns out Abhian is the one who picks him up every day.

The morning really looked lonely. Abhian got off his motorbike and walked towards the door of Salwa's house. Slightly looked up and narrowed his eyes towards the window that was still covered in white curtains inside. He tried to knock on that door.

There was no answer, Abhian was still calm by continuing to repeat the knock of the door that was mutually simple.

Not long after the door opened, the homeowner smiled as his right hand clutched the thick book as usual.

"Tumben bhi early in the morning came" asked Salwa as she closed the door

"Yes, let's just take a ride on the bike" replied Abhian.

Salwa is only mangosteen.

"Oh yes bhi, yesterday you got a task what not?" Salwa asked with her hand pocketing the keys to her house.

Hearing that Abhian raised his eyebrows slightly "Duty?" The answer seems to be thinking "What task is Sal?" And ask back.

Salwa then glanced at Abhian's backpack, briefly then she glared at Abhian in chubby style as usual.

While exhaling an annoyed breath Salwa then left Abhian standing in front of him.

Abhian is confused, but just go with Salwa. He walked behind her while turning the backpack forward.

Salwa then turned her head for a while still with an annoyed look on her face. He then glanced at his backpack again with increasing annoyance.

"Don't tell me your backpack is empty!" Salwa asked intimidatedly