THE SOUL OF MAYRA
17 (Polaroid photo #1)

"Well, what's the photo, right!?"

Fara's room with room doors and doors to the balcony is wide open. The wind broke through the paper and a single sheet of polaroid photo floated. The wind swept out of Fara's study table.

"Woe... How to fly, anyway!!?" Reynar picked up some paper that was swept away by the wind. He returned it to the table overlaid with a vase of flowers. "Feelings..."

Right now the owner is in the kitchen. Reynar controls Fara's room.

Reynar looked at each corner of the room with a visus. Don't let Fara know the picture is missing. Don't let it know! Until finally Reynar found the polaroid photo lying on the balcony tile.

Just as his feet stepped, the wind was again present. Take a picture that he wants to take. Reynar sighed. The photo is gone. Where to go, he obviously doesn't care.

Just a polaroid photo!

Right Reynar turned body—ingin to single sofa— coincided with Fara who entered by carrying something in her two hands. Set on a wooden tray containing fruit salad, pandan-flavored comb bread, and two glasses of white milk.

Two?

Yes, two. One for Fara and one for Reynar.

Reynar's eyes immediately sparkled looking at the tray that Fara was carrying. It's approaching soon. Sneak a comb of pretty green bread.

"Main nyerobot!" cibir Fara stared lazily at Reynar. "There's no courtesy. Fuck up!"

Reynar shrugged his two shoulders unconcerned. It was as if he had heard nothing from Fara. Since school, he has not eaten. Fara was lucky to bring food up.

The sustenance of a wayward child!

Fara took a small bowl of fruit salad and a glass of white milk to her study table. Before starting to devour it, he opened the phone. Again there were messages from some of his friends and from his group with his best friend.

Fara didn't ignore it first. It opens the spotify app and plays its favorite western songs. Reynar who is focused on playing can also hear the song that Fara plays clearly.

When cool spooning fruit salad to his mouth. Fara remembered something. He looked for her until he opened the desk drawer. Lifting the book he put there. Until he stood up and turned his head under the table.

There ain't!

Fara panic. And, now his eyes are on Reynar who is engrossed in his favorite online game.

"Issh, lose me!" Reynar snorted in annoyance. Fara's call loosens his concentration until he loses, game over. "What?"

Fara approaching. Surely Reynar knows where the thing he's looking for.

Sure is!

Yeah, Fara's sure of it. If not Reynar, who else? The daritadi master his room is Reynar. He opened the balcony door. Reynar always opens the balcony door to Fara's room.

"Definitely know 'Where is the polaroid photo on the table?" ask Fara full of search.

At once Reynar turned her face in the other direction, the important thing is not to look at Fara's face. Reynar's heart is beating. Strange, the wayward kid's scared. It's strange! But it really is.

"ANSWER REY!!"

"YES, I KNOW! LIGHT THE WIND ON THE PHOTO!" Spontaneous Reynar answered involuntarily. And made Fara widen her eyes. Reynar is not expressionless, just flat. His heart felt unusual. There's a guilt there.

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"Have you met yet, Rey?"

Fara looked at the surroundings. Occasionally asked Reynar who he forced to also look for polaroid photos that disappeared brought by the wind. Maybe just a photo. But for Fara, the photo meant something. Very!

With his absurd behavior, Reynar pulled the blonde hair of a female Caucasian until he was stared intently by the man beside him.

"What are you doing?" The bule man who is a female boyfriend Caucasian raised one eyebrow. Feeling that no boy interrupts his time.

Reynar answered casually. Afraid of nothing. You bangor slave! Dare to delay. "Nothing's."

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