The Un Familiar Brother
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This is getting heavy

Can you hear the bass boom? I'm ready (woo hoo)

Life is sweet as honey

Yeah, this beat cha-ching like money, huh

Disco overload, I'm into that, I'm good to go

I'm diamond, you know I glow up

Hey, so let's go'

Cause I-I-I'm in the stars tonnage

So watch me bring the fire and set the night alight (hey)

Shining through the city with a little funk and soul

So I'ma light it up like dynamite, whoa oh oh'

The lyrics of the song Dynamite owned by the South Korean boy band echoed loudly in the classroom that began to stretch. Some students even shook their heads inexhaustibly before exiting the classroom. The chant of the melody that echoes loud enough is not an obstacle for the owner of the phone to complete his activities. He does not even care if the sound of music from his cellphone disturbs the hearing senses of others.

"LET'S GO?!" the shoulder-haired girl was enthusiastic while turning around.

Look at the friend who is still busy with his activities.

"Well, why Nar?" the look of a confused face was created when he saw the pale face of the friend.

The shoulder-haired girl had not caught the pain from her best friend's face since she was busy singing one of the idols' songs. Who else if not Bangtan Boys aka BTS.

"No papa, only my stomach acid seems to go up."

"Well, how can you? you're not having lunch?" Cacha started to panic.

"Eat!"

"But I don't see you in the cafeteria, but I've been dancing everywhere." Cacha looked at the friend with squinting eyes. "Lo ate in class, huh?"

"Yes." Yeah." Nara answered quickly.

"Pillotent. Though earlier yes, I want to treat you to eat Bang Redho pentol who champion lillahita'aala."

Nara smiled faintly at him, in her heart she cursed her own stupidity for choosing to lie. It was obvious that the provisions had fallen to the floor, so he missed lunch. All of that happened because of inhumane acts committed by Arganta Natadisastra. Because of the incident also, now Nara's stomach feels like sliced.

"Lo really don't papa, really shoots that?"

Nara shook her head, she chose to reorganize her school equipment. Teaching and learning was over fifteen minutes ago. The school area has begun to stretch, there are only a few students who are still busy with extracurricular exercises.

"Yes, I'm first, Nar. I want cheerleader practice. There's a new choreography to be honed, hehe." Cacha chuckled as she carried her bag. "If there's anything, don't forget my phone. Okay?"

With a small nod, Nara gave an answer. As Cacha left, the silence felt so real greeting.

Nara's stomach felt increasingly painful and wrapped around. He was already struggling to endure his pain during the lesson hours. Even after taking the medicine, the pain stayed. Now, he also only had to hold it for another two hours.

Chronic ulcers have been diagnosed with Nara for a long time. Late eating is the main factor causing the disease. Therefore, Nara routinely carries provisions even if only one rice barrel with a potluck side dish. At least, the stomach can be filled with rice so as not to trigger the stomach acid to rise.

With gontai steps, he went down one by one stairs. The school corridors are deserted. There are only a few activities that are still visible, even on the lower floor. More precisely in the field.

"Yes, like PIONIX playing, Ta?"

"Keep, what do we do, Ta? time for diem?"

"We're advancing. Let me take care of it!"

"Lo, sure?"

"Hm."

"But, Ta. It's not still....."

"Eh bangs*d, my pentol who's eating? Ngaku, lo's. You're the culprit?!" the riot suddenly interrupted the chat that Nara had with.

From the chatter, they must be the gang of men that Nara avoids the most. Natadisastra.

Nara, who had been listening to the conversation, immediately chose right back. He prefers to turn the direction, even if he has to take a longer route than having to cross with Arga and the gang.

The back street of the school building was the alternative street Nara chose. The path is certainly quiet and silent, because it is rarely passed. No meaningful activities are done here. Therefore, the effect is very quiet.

Large shady trees, neatly lined up there, added to the impression of desolation, silence was also horrified. So do not be surprised if the area is often a mainstay alternative for students to escape or skip. There are also certain individuals who use the area some places to do the no-no.

Nara has decided to avoid Arga or his gang. She wants to live her school life as freely as ever. Engaging with the dictatorial Arga, the temprament, and having an unpredictable mood, is tantamount to digging your own grave.

The pain that was getting wrapped around, making Nara's steps so faltered. His body started to limp as it endured the pain. Plus his gaze also began to twitch and blur.

"Ahk."

Nara grimaced a little while holding her stomach which was very painful.

"Dad.." little great-granddaughter when no longer able to support the burden of her own body.

He hoped his father would be here, helping him to ease the pain a little. Otherwise, he hoped that Cacha or Arsen Yanga would be here to help him. But, Nara felt it was impossible, because Cacha and Arsen were both busy with their respective affairs.

"Cha...." .

Nara then tries to contact Cacha. He reached into his old cell phone, pressed the number of the friend, hoping that the short-haired girl would immediately receive his phone and rush to come.

"The number you're heading to is out of touch, try a few more moments."

Nara's hopes were dashed when the operator's beacon was heard, instead of the friend's voice. Cold sweat began to flood Nara's temples, along with the pain that became more and more so. He then tried another fortune by calling Arsen's number. However, after two minutes of trying to contact the OSIS chairman's number, all Nara got was the same answer. The voice of the network operator, instead of the number owner.

"Need help?"

In the midst of the pain and despair that whack, suddenly the voice of a later familiar baritone in the ear sounded like that.

Nara did not need to turn to recognize who the owner of the voice was. In SMA Angkasa certainly only Arganta Natadisastra has such a voice.

Nara's not hounding. After all, he had intended to avoid that person.

"Gue is still not out of thought, a weak girl like Lo can make the respected SPHINIX chairman fall in love half to death."

hearing the insinuation, Nara immediately looked up to stare at her interlocutor directly.

"Why am I wrong?"

Arga who stood looming in front of Nara revealed a slanted smile. Whether what demons possessed him, whenever close to his innate Nara was eager to say rudely. Sometimes what is said and done is never in line with what is thought.

Maybe it's all based on the hatred caused by events in the past. Since long ago this girl was always an important figure in the life of a man who Arga had considered as his own brother. This girl is also never absent in every topic discussed by the deceased. Since getting to know this girl, her attitude has changed, and her attention to the organization has been divided.

Arga hates to admit. However, the Arseno Kalingga he knew changed since falling in love with Aleanska Nara.

That's one of the reasons Arga hates seeing Nara. The innocent girl who had been missing for two years from the net was able to make Seno change.

"What does brother mean?" Ask Alea back.

"Curtain, don't be so innocent."

"What's so innocent? My own brother who used to hate me for no reason."

"I hate to reason," said Arga flatly. "Gue hates you for being a traitor."

Nara did not know what Arga meant. Really, during his close to Seno, he never once had an affair.

"I never cheated. Then on what basis does Brother claim me to be a traitor?

"The proof is the same as Alexander." Arga's facial water changed immediately after saying the name.

"Sister Alexander?"

"Because he's Seno dead bangs*t!" snapped Arga wrathful. "If it were not for you walking with Alexander, they would not have betrayed him. Seno won't die either?!"

Nara still did not understand the meaning of Arga's words. And about Alexander, he did have time to know and close to the man banging. But that was before. They are also familiar and close.

"If you don't Deket the same bangs*t, they won't betray" Arga said with emphasis. His hands would partake, clutching Alea's wrists violently.

"Sick, Brother"

"Because lo Seno is dead!"

"Sister."

"Lo killer, damn it?!" Sizzle Arga sharp. He really hated to remember the death of Seno that occurred due to trivial problems.

"Sister, sick."

Nara's moaning was as if she had not been listened to by Arga. Though the man's hand contributed to adding to the pain that Nara felt.

Until finally Nara gave up on the situation, when the pain came crashing down on his soul and body.

"But shit*n. No acting?!" hiss Arga was flat as Nara's body was shed to the ground layered with castings.

"Nara Aleanska?!" The impact, but there was no response.

The tiny, thin body did not move. Realizing that the interlocutor is not joking, Arga clucked violently while throwing his face.

"Bother."

A second later, instead of leaving the place without pity, Arga lowered his height. Then move for the tiny body lying unconscious into a sling ala bridal style.

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"Nara's gone home, huh?"

Cacha who had just finished cheerleading practice since earlier muttered with a feeling of worry. He found a miss call from the friend's number, but when contacted again there was no answer. It had been more than fifteen minutes he waited at the school gate, but the friend never showed his nose.

"Again Nara?"

Cacha nodded. "Eh Sen, there's a lo."

"Why?" ask the handsome man dressed neatly.

Arsena Kalinggaran is a true role model. It's time to go home from school alone, the uniform attached to his body still looks neat.

"How can there be a call or a chat? when I was left home. We promised to go home together."

Arsen nodded. "So I called, but I didn't get picked up."

"Well," said Cacha.

"Nara may have gone home with her father."

Cacha seemed to think for a moment. "Yes too? but I didn't say. Tumben really."

"Maybe Nara forgot," said Arsen. "Or hurry."

Cacha mangosteen heard it. It makes sense what Arsen said, maybe Nara was in a hurry with her father.

"I go first" said Arsen. "You're also going home soon. I think it's gonna rain again."

Cacha nodded while waving her hand. After Arsen's death, he again glanced at his iPhone protected phone case Aesthetic patterned BT21. It turned out to be five in the afternoon.

"Positive thinking. Maybe Nara's really home. When I get home, I try to call Nara again."

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TB

Response 06-11-22