The Un Familiar Brother
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"Eat first, Nar. If your stomach doesn't hurt."

"Hm."

"Drink the tea, but still the angel."

"Hm."

The response of the sitting girl was enough to make her interlocutor feel sad himself. He was not used to seeing his best friend like this. Usually the beautiful face will always be cheerful, happy and radiant. Not pale with a blank look like this.

"Nara," said a young man who had just come while carrying a black crackle bag.

"Eh, Seb. Where'd you come from?"

"From the stall," replied the young man wearing a navy hoodie with the subordinate of the sweatpants.

"Nara's been eating yet?" tanyanya, turned to a figure who had just been silent.

"Udah," he answered briefly, densely, and clearly.

"Lies," hardik Cacha. "It hasn't been touched at all noh eat it."

The man let out a small sigh hearing the fact. "Eat first, yeah. Here I bring you your favorite food, the rice sit."

The girl with such a shoulder-length hair turned without interest. His eyes seemed to roll uninspired. "Thank you, Sen. But, I'm not a laper."

"Lo needs to eat, Nara." Typhoon Cacha. "We'll be home soon. You want to go home with Arga, take a motorcycle, right? You can catch a cold if your stomach is empty," he said.

"Yes, Nar. That's right Cacha said. You strong's. You are not weak like this. It's not you."

Nara reacts. He looked around, staring at his friends one by one in turn. Both of them never stopped worrying about him. Give him support through entertaining sentences. But so far he has not been able to return to how he was. Some of his soul and body were still shaken.

..."Thanks," he said. "You always support me."...

"What hell! We're bestie. Do you know how anxious I am when I disappear from civilization?" ketus Cacha's. "Udah, now you eat. We go back to Bandung. Don't be sad anymore. Those people are sure to catch up as soon as possible," added Cacha.

"Yes. Let's eat first, Nar." Arsen offered the rice to the opened carriage.

The beautiful man painstakingly also brought a glass of warm tea close to Nara. He is certainly not happy to see a cheerful figure like Nara slumped for a long time. After all, her brother up there won't like it either.

"Udah?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Drink the cure first. I've healed your wounds."

"Yes. Thanks." Thanks."

"Pake the jacket too. The same suitcase you let Fatir take to the group bus. You don't have to bring anything."

The shoulder-haired girl said while putting a plaster on the forehead of the friend.

"OK, done. Now you stay ready. Five more minutes your riding prince will come." Cacha glanced at the watch circling her wrist. Then check Nara's needs.

"Oi, Sen. Help napa. Lo from earlier diem-diem bae," he called.

"What help?" The man pushing Nara's suitcase said. One of his eyebrows shot up as he looked at Cacha.

"Boak, where's the powder? Where's Lip Tin? It's my baby's face as pale as an undead."

"Cha, I can do it myself." Nara opens the sound. To avoid the commotion made by the friend.

The girl moved from her seat. Take a jacket to protect himself from the cold out there. A pair of black and white Compass shoes were also attached to his feet. He's ready to go home.

His appearance was this simple. White T-shirt, long black pants and jacket. He did not need to bother putting on makeup, as it was not a necessity for him.

"I'll take this to the car first. You guys get ready." Arsen said as he glanced at Nara's luggage.

"The same suitcase I have, Sen." Cacha pursed her lips flat. Because Arsen just wanted to bring Nara's suitcase. "Don't choose love."

Arsen turned his head, more precisely looking towards Cacha."Ja. I brought you guys. Satisfied?"

Cacha laughed with glee. "Satisfied dong. When else can enslave ketos SMA Angkasa."

"Basic," muttered Arsen before passing away.

"Got sincere commuknya Pak ketos. Not counting the reward." Cacha grumbling. Then he turned to his friend. "Are you ready yet?" tanyakanya.

"Udah."

"Nobody dance?" Cacha observed the grooming of the friend from top to bottom.

"Not to."

Nars shook his head slowly. "No need, Cha."

"Ssttts. Yes, just massage. Let it not look pale, "cough Cacha while pushing the back of the friend towards the dressing table.

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"Sister."

The beautiful man who just turned the body seemed to research the appearance of his girl for a moment. Her hair that fell on the little shoulder of her girl made a fresh appearance. The innocent face of her girl who had been cloudy some time ago, now looks brighter. Maybe because there is an effect caused by makeup.

"Sister?"

"Hm." The handsome man responded with a small amount of dehydration. "We're leaving now."

Nara nodded as she followed the big steps of the beautiful man. Arriving at the parking area, he could see the group of SPHINIX gang children who were preparing to go home. They wore black T-shirts combined with bomber jackets bearing the logo of their proud organization. Some members also wore a black slayer that read 'SPHINIX' on their heads. There are also those who use black Beanie hat.

"Pake the helmet first." Arga said as he wore the headgear to the lover.

He painstakingly allowed the helmet so that the lover felt comfortable when using it.

"illness?" he asked with his index finger to touch Nara's wound covered by plaster.

Nara shook her head, a small smile rising on her lips. It's enough to make a lot of people anxious. Arga is no exception, his lover. Even until now Arga looks still very worried about him.

Arga joined in smiling as her hands moved, stroking the lover's cheek."Good girl. My tough girl."

After making sure his girlfriend was using safety properly, and had been sitting comfortably in the rear passenger seat, he glanced at the SPHINIX children. They were also ready to leave.

"Get a tight hold, we're leaving."

Nara agreed to the order. Both hands move around the waist of the man behind the wheel of the Mat Gunpowder Black Metallic motorcycle.

Arga has turned on the motor. He then spurred on his iron horse after giving signs to the others. After the bike ride Arga and Nara, other SPHINIX children soon followed. After the bus troupe that transports students darmawisata. They began driving, leaving the Ciletuh Geopark area Queen's Port.

The day is quite cloudy when they leave the place of travel. Mega cloudy looks soaring high in the sky. The concentration of the color gives a sign if it is ready to drop rainwater ripples to the surface of the earth.

"Rain," said Nara as drops upon drops of water ripples began to greet the earth.

One of his hands came out of the waist where he perched. The palm of the hand looked up into the sky, as if it was ready to accommodate the drops by the tears of the mother earth.

"We stop in front, Ta. The rain is likely to fall." That's Libra's voice. The man was carrying the motor at medium speed, approaching the motor that Arga was driving.

"Kids' love. Girl lo too." Libra's voice was a bit muffled helmet. However, both Arga and Nara could still hear him clearly. The man paused his sentence. "....pity. It'll hurt."

Nara nodded in silence. He never thought that a Genbu Galibra who always seemed to hate him, now cared. He thought Libra would never like it, let alone remember events in the past.

"We stop in front." Arga said, rather tell.

"Don't stop, brother!" However, in fact the idea was rejected outright by the lover.

"Why? You can get sick when it rains."

"I'm a tough big sister." Nara replied, more precisely copy paste Arga's words earlier. "I won't get sick. I'm going to melt the wound through this rain."

The handsome man did not answer. He still drives his CBR250RR at medium speed.

"OKAY. I want you to."

Nara smiled faintly at the agreement. He also returned to his embrace. The man in the arms of both hands complied with his wishes.

I don't know how many egos Arga has passed down since yesterday, in order to face Nara's attitude. Lie if Nara is not happy, because Arga wants to care a little more about her. 

So, this time let Nara melt her pain under the shade of rain with Arga. The man who originally came with the wound, but now accompanied with a million wound bidders.

On the way to the city of flowers, Nara carved a history with Arga. In every raindrop that falls to the earth, his tears are mixed in there. The tighter the grip, the more intense the cry. But, there was a sigh of relief afterwards. There is a strong back that is always the support. Who else if not Arganta Natadisastra. The man who still had time to hold his hand, even though he was focusing on driving.

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