Aara is Not Lara

•icing Sugar

Drrt.. Drrt..

Bass, drum, rideum wie mic

Guitar Player, this is N. Flyin

Jojong bulga out of control

Hold up, hold up, you know who we are

Yo, yo

This is N. Flying sensations

Okay, come on

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(N. Flying – Awesome)

“Halo Ra where the hell is it not yet?” The impatient question raided the gun as Ara finished shifting the green icon.

“Try if he uses a semicolon like Yuki. Make heart failure only.”

“Idih amit-amit deh. Do not pray about you. Which part looks like the point of comma. To make a paper Mr. Kim.” That's Yuki. When you talk, sometimes your mouth forgets the brakes.

Just starting to talk Ara has appeared signs of dizziness. There are things that Ara does not know from his conversation with Yuki, as at this time he does not know who is Mr. Kim called Yuki.

“Kok diem anyway Ra?? Where again? Just drop this off again.. There are 20 minutes left to go to class. Don't tell me you just want to wear shoes?”

And it was true that Yuki guessed. Ara was just about to wear shoes or rather was carrying her shoes.

“Cockwise. It's on this bike. Yes I've matiin, want OTW nih.” Sahutan full of lies Ara without the burden of sin flowed beautifully while turning off the call one-sided.

Driving a pink matic motor gift from Papa Yudith 7 years ago that is not at all Ara's taste with a speed almost touching 100km/h, Ara imagined being on the racing circuit.

“Belvya Aara Jozefa!! You must be stuck on the road again today right?” Skeptically sharp squeaking eyes stared at Ara with increasing distance eroded.

“Eh.. There's Dimas Cuit. Don't be so bad boss.” Chirps Ara beside Dimas, her friend in a triad of flowers.

“My name is Dimas Zuwidd peak!! Not Cuit.” Sergey Dimas is upset while shaking Ara's head.

“Lo style wear me-gue. I'm-I'm-I'm sorry, you Cuit!”

Dimas left Ara and prepared to check the completeness of the lecture where he is currently the assistant in charge of Oceanography courses.

Yuki, Dimas and Ara are famous for their triad flowers not without reason. The friendship of the three has started since the beginning of college until together they achieved the highest grades and were trusted to be teaching assistants. Friendship that began with awkward talks in the marine faculty corridor while sharing Dimas' sugar donuts, Ara's drinking water and Yuki's tissue to wait for the same academic guidance lecturer.

The three were timid when sharing Dimas donuts. Until starting to enjoy eating half a piece of donuts should be surprised with the academic guidance lecturer at the end of the corridor within 15 meters.

As MABA aka New Student who was afraid late at that time, without thinking long the three devoured half a piece of doughnut with the boost of drinking water Ara. No more awkwardness. Especially when Yuki excitedly pulled out a tissue to clean Ara's hand due to a spray of water from Dimas' mouth.

“Sstt.. Why smile? Mr Rendi handsome huh?” Yuki's subtle whisper reached Ara's right ear.

“Pak Rendi is handsome, but unfortunately his wife is beautiful, her son is very nervous. Make mental actors before the war.” Chuckles Ara answered Yuki's useless question. Ara could answer like that.

“Don't think weird Yuki. I just remember the Dimas donut aja.” The direct refutation that Ara had to throw before Yuki's vast brain worked out of place.

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“Dim.. Ra's.. The road to the mall runs out of college.”

“Heh! You insensitive guy! Not a walk to the mall. But the streets that mean play, have fun, relax, have fun!” Well it's true Ara's feeling, it's a question behind the trigger of war. Soon there will be a duck and goose fight between the guardrails in the form of Ara.

“Whose walk said? There's nothing. Who is walking too?” Sergey Dimas.

“Ya why call the motor earlier if you do not mean walk?” Reply Yuki certainly does not want to lose.

“And I have a motor. Used dong motor.”

“I also have my own motor times.”

“Terus?”

“Yes I also have a motor!”

“Oh.”

“Oh aja?” Screaming and glaring, that was the current image of Yuki.

'Okay, it's been 1 minute.' Inner Ara decided to end the debate. “Udah let's take a short walk to the parking lot and continue to ride each motorbike to the mall. We had fun an hour there.”

Choosing to move first so that Dimas and Yuki follow him is always the best choice. If not so could be Ara should see a doctor ENT.

“Ke timezone again?” Chirps Dimas momentarily entered the main area in the mall they visited which was answered a nod simultaneously by Ara and Yuki.

Timezone basketball arcade like a favorite menu when going to the restaurant. This is where the three human children are busy entering the ball.

“Ara stop!” A heavy voice restrained with sad eyes Yuki stared at Ara's left hand that he was holding.

“Jelasin!” Continue in a low tone while looking closely at Ara's eyes.

“What is that kayak? Ordinary times. Later I'll tell you, there's Dimas here.” Answer in a relaxed tone and no less quietly like a neighbor's whisper thrown from Ara's lips. Occasionally Ara glanced at Dimas who was still playing and did not realize the tense surrounding situation. It has been proven that it is true that Dimas is insensitive.

All the time at the mall until the time Yuki returned home became more quiet. Don't know why Yuki chose to save his cry. The temptation of the disaster trigger Dimas also does not work.

Shortly after arriving at the parking lot of the mall, Dimas hurriedly forward his iron horse first due to the emergency call of the brother who craved baby meatballs.

“Clearin to me Ra! You friday again? Still cure? If we need therapy again, let's go. If the money is less there are still savings I make an addition. Story if there's anything to it.” Holding Ara's wrist, Yuki's firm intonation long lost changed with an increasingly raucous voice.

“HAH!” Ara's rough breathing was followed by lips that were already twitching and shaking.

“I told aunt Liz that we were going to overtime duty huh? Let's find a place to calm yourself first. I sleep while rubbing his head. Want ya Ra?” There really was no more Yuki's cry. The voice is now very soft. Moreover, Yuki's soft hand rubbed on Ara's back as if she was able to say that she was not alone.

Staring at Yuki with a forced smile. Yuki's hand grips also lightly parsed Ara. Ara seemed to say that she was fine. There was nothing for his friend to worry about.

“I did get a bit of a delay. But I'm fine, Yuki. It's also an old wound. Go home now yes, already want afternoon.”

How could Yuki trust Ara's words. It was very clear that the wound that was still flushed was a new scratch. If Yuki had not paid attention to Ara for sure she would still have been fooled by Ara's lies saying she had been clawed by a cat. Though to be close to the cat alone Ara can not and as a cat lover, the wound on Ara's hand is not a cat scratch pattern.

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