AL And EL

First Miracle

"If you ask who I am, I will answer

I'm the one who loves you"

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Alriestela Lesham Shaenette sat on the stage chair tapping on the microphone, she was never this big. From earlier, his eyes could not be separated from a man who was sitting at the end table staring at a book.

Alriestela or familiarly called Al continues to beat. He was afraid that his appearance was ugly, while allowing him to sit down, he glanced at the man. Neatly arranged hair with a fixed focus on the book.

"Al, Al"

Ibrahim, his gig friend called while whispering, from earlier this woman was engrossed in looking right left with a smile

"Just start it right away"

Ibrahim's instructions were impatient. Al cleared once again checking his voice whether it was melodious or there were still ripples left in the esophagus.

Al strummed the guitar, successfully inviting applause from visitors. All eyes were focused on him except for a man who kept looking down at the book.

"Nyebelin"

Al grumbled as the intro of Lovin you began. Al's hands danced nimbly on the strings, giving off a tone that was capable of hypnotizing people



🎶🎶

Lovin' you are easy 'cause you're beautiful

Makin' love with you is all I wanna do

Lovin' you are more than just a dream come true

And everything that I do is out of love' you

La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

🎶🎶🎶

The whistling sound from the audience made the man look up, he glanced at a glance at the boisterous sound produced from the stage. Even so the man did not bother to read a book in a crowded cafe, instead he was able to enjoy the chants of the song that was always carried by this woman.

Al still sang songs with his feelings, every time he sang it felt like he was surrounded by a group of people who loved him.

The song ended at the 3.34th minute, the sound of a standing ovation rang out, Al thanked him before he stepped off the stage.

He walked cheerfully though not separated from the eyes of visitors. His eyes are still fixed on a man who from his appearance is still focused on books.

"Where's it good?"

Instead of saying a greeting, Al instead came up with a grin and asked if his appearance was good, the man raised his face while looking at Al with a flat expression.

Al is still grinning without knowing the person who is castrated he feels uncomfortable.

Not answering Al's question, the man tidied up the book and passed by.

"Babelle"

Al stomped his foot, he intended to chase after the man but was prevented by Welno

"Wh-where are you going?"

Al turned his head with a sullen face, he immediately sipped the juice that Welno had taken for granted

"That's the rest of the visitors' drink"

Hearing Welno's words, Al immediately vomited the drink into a glass.

"It's so dirty" commented Welno

"Al want nyamperin that guy, cook him nyuekin Al sing anyway"

With an annoyed expression Al stomped his feet.

"Oh El, he's like that"

"Om Welno know him?"

Al's enthusiastic face can not be dammed anymore, let alone hear the fact that Welno knows El. It was a chance for him to get to know El.

"He comes here often"

Welno intends to leave but is prevented by Al's hand span.

"Clearly to Al who was he?" while whining Al advancing his lips, one way to make the widower of one child give up

"Om does not know him well, just he often came to this cafe to learn"

"Cooks study at the cafe instead of at home"

"Where do you know"

Welno wanted to leave but Al's hand-pull made the widower stop.

"Om got her number?"

Welno shook his head, he left just like that making a sad expression of Al dominating on that pretty face. Because it was not tasteful to sing, Al immediately took the school bag and left.

"The money's not taken now? "

Hearing Welno's scream, Al turned around to pick up the envelope placed on the cashier's desk.

"Thank you" he said.

On the road Al was unceasingly grumbling, he wanted to know the man earlier. A tall tall man with a flat face and a careless gaze.

"Ihhh how there's such an arrogant person like him"

Al stomped his foot, intending to find the boy soon. Point without exception.

While galloping straight steps like a paskibra, Al walked up to a song.

On the road, the figure of the man he met again, the difference is that the foot was walking by wearing earphones in the ear.

"Hey cocky guy"

The call was not answered by him, instead the man walked to turn the direction.

Al painstakingly chased, the guitar on his back and the backpack in front of him made his stride a hoop.

"Wait for me"

He was still trying to catch up with his strength, hoping that the man would stop.

He turned the aisle that the man was in, but there was no man there. The dark hallway makes Al creepy. He was afraid of a place like this.

"You're following me?"

That hoarse and heavy voice appeared from behind Al. With a hint of courage he turned his head, the man wearing the black sweater looked at him sharply.

Being stared at like that made her almost scream in fear.

The man's face was covered behind a switer hood, let alone minimal lighting made Al think that he did not. What if he's a bad guy who's going to kill Al?.

Al tried to find a gap to run, while taking the horse, he immediately ran away with a pinch of beer.

"Psychopathic psychopath"

His screams loudly left the lekaki in the passageway.

Al really ran too far in front of the stop, his intention to find the man even met a creepy figure like in a movie.

He's looking for a cab to get home, it's late at night, can Jovan scold him for coming home late.

Once home it turns out the porch lights are still not turned on, meaning Jovan and Bella have not returned home.

He pulled the key out of the bag, while touching it with a cell phone flashlight, he put the key into the hole. Not yet into the hole, the door opened from the inside.

Glug

Al swallowed his saliva hard. Jovan's gaze made Al dead flea.

"Ih said he would come home late because he wanted to visit aunty, kok already home anyway"

While chanting the spell, Al closed his eyes preparing to spray Jovan.

"Heyyy papa brought by by"

Hew

Al breathed a sigh of relief. Turns out Jovan just wanted to show off the bakia that he brought from Jogja.

Jovan does have a stout physique and fierce gaze, sometimes Al is made to stiffen if Jovan has given an expression like that, on the other hand Jovan is good and humorous.

"Papa nakutin Al tau"

Al immediately spurted Jovan with annoyance. Striking his feet, Al immediately climbed the steps of the stairs.

"Pa the headlights are switched on, there will be a thief"

Al went straight up the stairs and laid his body on the bed.

"If I don't see that guy tomorrow, how will I?"

Al muttered with a recall of his first meeting with the man earlier.

Miraculously, he was determined to find the lekaki tomorrow, not wanting to know how