The Un Familiar Brother
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The scorching of the Surya that began to rise, making the body of the girl in an ash-white uniform occasionally remove sweat. It's been over thirty minutes he's been standing here. In the middle of the ceremonial field with no shade for him. His hands were in a respectful position, facing the trumpet of the red and white flag. His sight began to weaken, when the heat of the Surya felt increasingly stinging.

Nara, the girl is serving a sentence of two hours of sunbathing for being late to school. It was not his intention to come late, it was just that he became a victim of someone's promise. The mastermind of his current suffering.

For a lifetime, Alea Nara has only once been punished this way, considering herself always disciplined and obedient to the rules at every opportunity. But this time he broke the rules because of his trust in others.

From where she stood, Nara could see her father staring pityfully at her. While holding a broom and plastic trash, her father continued to stare faithfully at Nara. It was as if the middle-aged man's gaze was describing if he was ready to take his daughter's place, punished in the hot, merciful field.

The beautiful girl shook her head, indicating that she was okay. Nara even moved one hand, forming a pattern that is commonly used as a signal when having to communicate with the father without hearing aids.

"You're strong, Nara!" it's encouraging, encouraging yourself.

Forty minutes are almost over. Now the door starts approaching. His stomach that had not been filled with a mouthful of rice began to feel uncomfortable. Winding pain plus nausea that begins to eat away at the heart. Alea did not forget that he did have chronic problems with the stomach. But today somehow his ulcer suddenly relapsed. This morning, he took the time to eat breakfast.

Feet began to limp and blurred vision, making his body increasingly weakened. To the extent of his consciousness, he still had time to hear someone call his name before his body was completely piled into the ground layered with cement castings.

"Nara."

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"Eh, Aquarius. I've spent this month, yeah! Don't call me mulu."

"What deposit? Lo last paid cash last month, Ki."

"Gue's already paid for the pokies, period. No coma," Iki's tight. It has become a habit of Aries Iki arguing with the treasurer of class XII IPS I. He was famous as the son of the sultan who was eager to spend cash. His pocket money is more than enough.

"Ta, look what the hell you've been doing?" asked Libra, curious about what had earlier stolen the attention of his best friend. Natadisastra.

The handsome man sitting by the window did not answer. His pair of beads were still bitterly staring at the only object now standing in the middle of the field. Under the rising heat of Surya.

"It must be too late, boy," commented Iki who participated in the crush. "Or maybe he was the victim of breaking someone's promise" Iki added, glancing at Dean through the tail of his eyes.

Today the XII class IPS I is free class. Because there is a teacher meeting, so the teacher on duty only leaves the class with a stack of tasks. However, instead of doing the task, the entire class is even cool with their respective worlds. There are those who are in the corner of the class, playing games together, making video tok tok, reading online novels, ghibah, and many other activities.

"Eh, where are you going, Ta?" Iki asked, because suddenly the owner of nams moved.

"Tw, where are you going?" Now it is Libra's turn to call the owner of the name, but the owner of the name still remains ignorant.

"Where are the boys?" ask Libra. Bafflement.

"To the field times."

"To the field, why?" confused Libra.

"Noh, look at yourself." Iki's lead leads to the field. "The girl fainted. He's gonna want to help."

"Sokay know lo!"

"Eh, I'm tempeh, yes!" sewot Iki's. "Again, she's the girl. Yeah, well, the girl wants to pass out she's a B."

"We will see" said Libra. "Well, this girl must be because of her, too."

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"Nara?"

The girl who had just muttered opened her eyes several times. The first thing he caught when he managed to open his eyes was a nuanced room, with the right and left where he lay installed bulkhead from the curtain. Ah, it turns out this is the School Health Unit, inwardly.

"Wake up?" ask Cacha's worried voice that immediately burst out when the owner of the name began to open his eyes. "Why does anyone get sick?"

"Why am I here?" tanyanya daze.

"You passed out while being punished in the field."

"Oh, yes. I remember now." Nara seemed silent afterwards.

"Why, is anyone sick?"

Nara shook her head. His head was still a bit dizzy, but not as bad as before.

"Who brought me here, Cha?"

Cacha was silent for a moment, not directly answering.

"Hehehe, no. Arsen again there's a practice exam in the lab."

"Oh, means PMR's son?"

"Eh, yes. The PMR boy who brought you here. That's their job, the time of pencak silat hehe, "kekeh Cacha.

Nara nodded in understanding, her gaze now turning towards the clock stuck to the wall. It's 10:05 now. That means he has been unconscious for a long time.

"So who called me PMR's son? or you?"

Cacha smiled clumsily, then nodded faintly. "Yes, they're the ones who don't like you."

Nara was just about to believe, if only no other voice interjected.

"Bullsh*t."

"Sir Arga!" shocked Cacha. So surprised by the arrival of the young man who emerged from the curtain, Cacha to the point of being aghast from his seat.

"Udah was obviously the one who brought him here" he said with emphasis.

Nara turned her head, looking at Cacha questioningly. As if asking for an explanation.

"Hehehe, I go first huh, Nar. I forgot that there's a cheerleader gathering soon." Without waiting for Nara's response, Cacha immediately ran away from the place.

Leaving Nara alone with Arga looking at her.

"Why?" Instead of thanking her, Nara threw the word 'why' as her first word to greet Arga.

"Because of my girl fainting," replied Arga casually as she sat herself in Cacha's former chair.

"But you don't have to care about me."

Arga clucked to hear it. "Ck. I can."

"Why?"

"Two times you ask why. It's obvious, because it's lo."

"Why am I?"

"Because you're my girl" answered Arga briefly, densely, and clearly.

Nara fell silent with a straight look towards Arga. His girl? did Nara not hear wrong?

"If you ask me why I sell it again, because of my boyfriend. That's what a girlfriend should do. Understand right?"

"Make what Brother claims I am as a girlfriend, if Big Brother's attitude does not reflect the meaning of the relationship itself."

"So what do you want?" ask Arga at the end.

"Why don't we just let it go? This relationship is also unclear, brother. The brother who claims me, doesn't mean I want to."

"But you have to."

"That's called coercion."

Arga smirked faintly hearing it. "Indeed, and I make you my girlfriend."

"Selfish brother!"

"Lo just found out?" asked Arga while chuckling small. "Gue is more than selfish."

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