ACUTE JOMBLO
CHAPTER 1
You shucks boss! ayyara is upset. How not? Every day he was always presented by a pile of many files and increasingly took a break for a second to make himself often overtime alone. He knew that this was a deliberate act from the boss under the pretext that he could not date any man. Crazy right? He wanted to protest but what was the power of his position that only an ordinary employee might be moved to unemployment.
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He glanced at the wall clock. The time has shown at 11 pm which is where in these moments everyone sleeps far into the dream realm, sipping the wishful thinking oh turns out to be very sick when it falls far to the bottom. He sighed tiredly as his left hand massaged his painfully-painful temple.
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When he felt that it was enough, he immediately cleaned up the items scattered on the table and rushed home from his office. He was grateful for the apartment he lived in not far from his office. About 10-15 minutes is enough for him to exercise every day on foot back and forth without having to ride a vehicle, which of course makes his pockets more economical and economical.
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What a beautiful night. Where in the middle of the night this city feels alive. Many famous bars stand firm, no less sturdy than other buildings. Many people pass by getting tired by stopping and sitting in a bar, club, or discotheque. I don't know, it didn't occur to him to enjoy the night in such a way. For him it was bullshit and a waste of time. Probably more like a waste of money hahaha.
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Near the crossroads there are many people who crowded. Was there an accident? He thought and tried to approach the crowd. He was surprised to find a handsome man singing singing a song that looks foreign and yes sounds like not Indonesian. I don't know, he thought confused.
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The man had a fairly high posture, a pointed nose, narrow eyes, hair covering the forehead, and a long-sleeved shirt patterned in black boxes with white lines, and a long-sleeved shirt, as well as the fitting black jeans made the man look dazzling. For a moment, Ayyara was stunned by the man's good looks and kept looking at him. He was so fond of the song he sung even though he did not understand what the meaning of the song that sounded foreign to him.
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Without him noticing the man's eyes staring at him was quite intense. He was shocked by the groggy. His heart is beating fast. Not because there is a feeling of like or love, but groggy because he was stared at like that. Instead of getting him wrong, he decided to leave the crowd. ”Nuna! (Sister!)” call someone from behind. However, Ayyara did not realize it and continued to drift. Obviously, because his name is Ayyara not Nuna. So, how do you know if it was meant for him?
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Many times the person called but did not get any response. Finally he swiftly grabbed Ayyara's wrist and finally the eyes of the two met. ”Nuna.” call that person again who turns out to be the guy who busks in the middle of the crowd earlier. Ayyara furrowed her brows, puzzled, as if from the look of her eyes came a question, ”Who are you?”.
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The man smiled briefly. There were happy eyes behind the narrowed eyes of the man as his eyes looked directly at Ayyara. ”Nuna's. Where have you been?” the question that makes Ayyara more confused. Ayyara looked at her wrist which was still held by the man. Realizing, the man let go.
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”Sorry, my name is not Nuna but Ayyara. Maybe you see wrong.” firmly Ayyara with a face look does not like the man who looks pretentious to know her.
”True, you are Nuna!” firmly the man again emphasized Nuna's words.
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Ayyara sighed, ”Okay, so what do you mean call me Nuna? Do you know me? Or how?” talk with many questions.
Ah, the man just remembered that the one before him was not Korean, but Indonesian. He clearly didn't understand what Nuna was. ”I'm Lee Darka Hastanta, do you remember?” he explained with a slightly strange accent because he was not a native Indonesian. Ayyara tilted her head while shrugging her shoulders in ignorance.
”Huft..” the man sighed, ”We met 3 years ago in korea. You were working there at the time. To be exact, we met in front of the souvenir seller, and I helped you communicate with the person there at that time.” he explained and Ayyara tried to remember. Finally, he also confirmed.
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”Ah.. So that's you?” said Ayyara who finally remembered the figure of the man before her. He looked from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. Yes, he looks very different from 3 years ago. Looks taller and athletic. The man was a pleasure-mongering man because Ayyara finally remembered him. ”But, why did you call me Nuna?” ask Ayyara curiously.
”Ah.. That's.”
”So your name is Ayyara?” her question was answered nod by Ayyara. ”Yap.” reply Ayyara potluck.
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After talking they also exchanged their respective phone numbers. Both are also farewell. From a distance, the man waved his hand at Ayyara. However, Ayyara did not turn her head in the slightest so she could not return the man's hand because she did not know.
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Arriving in front of his apartment. He pressed the password to his apartment and went inside. Oh gosh! He muttered in shock with eyes wide in disbelief. He found his apartment space so messy like a shipwreck. A t-shirt that belongs to no one. Shoes that belong to no one. Scattered on the floor and looked like tie suits and others were scattered everywhere. Wh who? Her thought. Her sister? Ah, that is impossible because his brother is now abroad studying in uncle sam's country. Her dad? It's even more impossible.
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Ayyara set foot into the living room, and to her surprise, she found a grown man in a white sleeveless t-shirt, a short black bokser, being busy watching tv while enjoying a few snacks until the crumbs scattered on the floor. ”Agraceaaaaa!!!” pekik Ayyara approached the man and gave him a bogeman in the head. THE PLAAKK! one bogeman landed smoothly.
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”Awwww” when the man stood up while holding his back head that hurt. ”You haven't changed in the past. Basis barbar.” Ayyara's eyes are smoldering when herself is put on barbarians by the man in front of her. He also hit the man with a bag that had been draped over his shoulder. ”Feel! Feel it! Feel!” unceasingly Ayyara hit the man with her bag while cursing indistinctly.
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Until finally Ayyara stopped her action with a hunting breath. He put his ass in the chair. Tired, yes, that's how he feels. Plus seeing his apartment room that is chaotic makes his head twitch. ”Ngapain uncle here?” ayyara asked the man who turned out to be his own uncle whom he had not seen for a long time. Maybe about 10 years?
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He remembers what happened 10 years ago. Exactly at the age of 16. At that time he cried briefly because the uncle who suddenly left him just like that. Hownot? The figure of his uncle, Bryan Mahardika, who is closer and surpasses a father to his son. Who's always taken care of it since childhood. Accompanying him to play here and there while his father was always busy with his work. It was his uncle who was always by his side. He was so overwhelmed and felt lost. At that time, he fell ill because he did not want to eat. But nil, even when sick the figure of the uncle did not visit him who lay weak.
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And from that moment on he began to hate his uncle who was no longer as careful as he once was. No longer as dear as before his departure. Even in the span of 10 years it was never even though the uncle showed his nose sticks for a moment.
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Still in the living room of his apartment. ”Ngapain uncle here?” ayyara asked Bryan. For a moment the mood was silent. Bryan looked at Ayyara who did not flinch at all to look at him for a second. He knew and understood from the look of Ayyara's eyes that looked red as if harboring fiery anger there. His chest is up and down. It was as if the flames of anger were ready to explode at any moment. ”I'll stay here with you.Recent” made Ayyara startled and turned her face to the right, looking at Bryan sitting next to her, ”What?!” pekik Ayyara was in disbelief as she glared at his eyes.
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His chest is up and down. Her breath feels tight. The tears she had sustained from that moment seemed to be so tormenting. ”Go!” tell Ayyara to go to her room and slam the door hard. He hiccups himself in the room sitting next to the bed while hugging his knees and drowning his face there.
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Outside Bryan's room looked at Ayyara's door. He tried to approach her and said from behind the door, ”Ayyara.. Are you all right? Exit.. Let's talk.” persuade the uncle to try as gently as possible if Ayyara's anger no longer bursts like that. There's no answer. However, there was a faint sound of sobs from inside there.
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Be ill. That's what Bryan felt when he heard the sobs of his nephew. Because he loved her so much that he did not want a single tear to flow from her eye. Yes, it was a big mistake because he himself had left Ayyara without saying goodbye first.
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