Tone of Nara
CHAPTER 45 . Grudge Mahardika Love Nara (part 1)

Pov Mahardika

After a night of drowning with past and memories, this morning I woke up with a heavy head. My head was like a cement barbell, bang Jamal, the handyman who built the house next door. Heavy and not

the left, right are not the same.  My body feels stiff because of my strange sleeping position since last night. I spread my hands while breathing the cold morning air. I just realized that my hand is still clutched in two pictures of me. One picture of me with Agusta. While the second is a family photo, Papa Janu and his three children, I Agusta and Juli who are still small.  I looked at the second photo with longing. Suddenly I realized something that made me smile. I just realized that in the photo there is Papa Shasa who is the background. He was smiling looking at us from behind. If Papa Janu is my angel, then Papa Shasa is a super hero to me.

The longing and shadow of the past again made my chest tight. A lot of things make me grateful to have people like the two of them. Without them, I don't know what happened to me. And the memories of them always led me to the memories of Father and Mother Aerospace. About a wound and a grudge. But all those memories were spoiled because of the beat and melodious voice I knew, Nara.

“M, you're not awake yet? We're going to the gym today?” Nara asked quietly as if afraid of bothering me.

“I've woken Nara,” I said immediately got up, opened the room door to just deposit face on Nara who was in front of the door.

“Good morning Nara. Wait a minute,” I said to Nara who was tidy, smiling sweetly at me. A smile that has always been my mood booster lately. Actually, I didn't open the door and went straight to the bathroom no problem. But I myself do not feel really awake if not

open the door and see Nara's smile. Without closing the door I immediately went to the bathroom to perform my morning ritual. After 15 minutes, I came out of the bathroom drying my wet hair. I saw my room was back neat. Next to the bed, Nara was watching the family photo I had placed on the pillow

“You look very close and love each other,” said Nara. I nodded in agreement with what Nara saw and said.

“Since our childhood close to each other. Papa always stressed that we are brothers. We have to take care of each other, no matter what. Papa also told me that I can't think of him as someone else. Papa is my father, though he does not have the same blood. So did Agusta and Juli, we are brothers though not blood. That's what Papa always emphasized. Even when she was dying, Papa asked me to talk about our relationship. Papa says, even though he's not my real father, for him I'm his eldest son. I'm the same as Agusta. He also entrusts Juli and Agusta if anything happens to him,” my hand.

“It looks like we're talking over breakfast yuk Nara. I'm hungry,” I said. Nara smiled and put the pictures on the nightstand. He picked up the dirty clothes and followed me out of the room.

“I've made you fried rice and bakwan corn. I also made your favorite spinach banana juice. Eat first, I put this first in the laundry room,” said Nara while showing dirty clothes in her hands. I nodded and immediately sat back at the dining table. Instead of immediately starting to eat, I chose to open the smartphone, check the message messages that usually have piled up in the hours like

these. I ended up drowning among hundreds of emails I had to finish without touching my breakfast.

“Hai, it will hurt if you forget breakfast. Just glaring at smartphones can make you full huh?” asked Nara to surprise me. It turned out that the beautiful girl was already sitting in front of me with a plate of fried rice in front of her. My fried rice is still intact not reduced in the least. I put down my gait and started scooping the contents of my plate.

“So, are you her brother July or her lover?” nara said with her mouth full. His eating style was still similar to Nada, excited and as if he wanted to put a lot of food into his stomach. Anmun because the hull has been reduced, then he can no longer spend a lot of food like Nada. Often the food he took was only eaten by a third. Sometimes I spend, sometimes I save

food for him to eat later.

“Nara, eat it a little, your stomach will hurt. Anyway when his mouth is full, don't talk,” I said reminded. Nara just grinned at my words. I don't know why there's a strange feeling in my heart. Something I can't understand. Not love for sure, because I only love Juli.

“July is my little girl. She was the first girl to pay attention to me.She was the little girl that Papa Janu entrusted me to keep,” I said slowly.

“So the answer? Is he your sister or your lover?” nara said again.

“It looks like my answer is still the same as yesterday,” I said trying to dodge. Because honestly I was confused. And this is very strange to me. I don't seem to want to answer Nara's question because I don't

know what to answer.

“That's my answer when I told you I met July when I was 10 and she, 8. He was with me when he found me on the street. He was the one who took me to sit in the car and held my hand at that moment. Even without saying anything. Since then I have promised to always take care of her. I think I've been in love with her ever since. He was my first love. Even I said my feelings in July at High School,” I said. I saw Nara nodding her head while chewing her food. My eyes involuntarily stared at her naturally red lips a little greasy from the egg she had eaten. I immediately shook my head firmly, driving away the madness in my head.

“What's not,” said Nara suddenly looked at me seriously. Wooh, what did he ask?

“Means?”many doubt.

“I mean, why did you shake the bell and say no,” Nara said with a surprised face. I can't answer that I imagined her lips. Can be directly thrown out the window by Nara.

“Eh Nara, the fried rice is very good, Oh yes, he said you made juice?” I said to divert Nara's question. The girl looked to sweep her gaze at the glass and then pat her cute eel.

“Ah yes forgot, briefly,” he said while standing. He immediately took the jar from the refrigerator and poured my favorite juice. Put the glass in front of me while saying “Then?”

“Then what?” I asked after I had finished my juice.

“Then after you said your feelings, you were dating?” ask Nara. I'm back in tears. Am I really dating? I remember coming home from school with her in July that afternoon. We're one school. I just finished the UN, and picked up Juli who that afternoon asked to come home together.

The flash back

- Sis, I'll go home wait a minute. Brother wait for me at the gate - a message from July to my phone. I was in the cafeteria with my classmates.

“Cie Mahar gets SMS from girl,” says gotot teasing me. I just smiled, not responding to her jokes.

“Halah, who else if not his sister. Where there are other girls,” said Anwar screwed his tea bottle. I just lifted my shoulders and read the book again.

“Eh Mahar, I think yes, you two are dating. You are not siblings. And Juli's been saying too many times that you're her boyfriend. Yes, why not be ordered anyway. Really hunted people you know,” said Gatot patted my shoulder.

“Ngaco aja lu Tot. Wherever she is my sister,” I said slowly trying to be indifferent. But actually, the word Gatot made me think. All this time people have been dating me and Juli. Only Gatot and Anwar know that we are one-father brothers, though not one blood. At this school, once entered, July immediately became the prima donna of the men's target. Many men approached him. Some invite direct acquaintance, there are

who only see from far away. Some gave me chocolate (and milk in my stomach and Agusta), flowers and other gifts. Some even held and hugged her. Well if this will usually end up in the UKS room or the BP room with me. The body I guarantee will be blue blue long enough, at a minimum. Some even lose their teeth.

Because the disorder is quite serious, Juli gets scared and asks me not to be away from her. From there began to appear rumors that we were dating. In order to keep away the bullies of July who did not really like men of his age, assented the gossip. Since then, the disruption in July has been much reduced.  Good for July, but not good for my heart health. I am always pounding if beside July, especially if my sister is swaying spoiled in my hands, often confused how to behave. This was discovered by Gatot and Anwar.

“Yes is Mahar, shoot directly. Who knows if pretending can be real. Irit also, do not have to buy a house anymore, you are home,” said Anwar casually welcomed by the Mahardika pelotototan.

“He is directly married, the Maharanya already exists, “ said Gatot laughing.

“Mahar?” ask Mahardika wonder.

“Iya lu lah ha... ha... ha..” said Gatot ngakak himself welcomed the gaze of his two best friends.