AL And EL
miracle . Fourteen
No one is not born with wounds, all born with their own cries"
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The departure of Ivana and Arnol made El's heart sliced, in fact this is not the first time he was left by his friend, only this is more different, where as he expected the presence actually he made disappointed.
He looked at Al. The girl looked once disappointed but when the irises of the two looked at each other Al was able to attract a smile that dispelled her disappointment.
"Al, have you eaten?"
Don't know. He asked like that out of hunger or because he wanted to divert from his disappointment.
El was still silent, honestly he could not turn his eyes from Al's brownish iris.
"Why El's cheek?"
The face of the sumringah instantly turned worried when it saw the scratches on El's handsome face. Even before he had never felt anyone worry about him like Al now.
The tiny hand, outstretched, touched the small wound on El's cheek. It was difficult for El to refuse, it felt that the shady iris of the eye was able to hypnotize him not to refuse, able to make the bentengan that he built collapsed instantly.
"A bastard" again the sentence was ringing in the ear. Immediately he brushed off Al's hand violently, all softness instantly turned hardened again.
El intends to leave. But that tiny hand never felt tired to stop him from leaving.
"Wait a minute, El's wound needs to be treated"
This was only a small wound compared to the one El had felt all along.
El did not press precisely he stepped away without appreciating Al's efforts. If it can be compared, which anger is the greatest, of course milil Al.
"Wait for Al, Elll, wait" the line still follows. Even that tiny hand was able to stop El's power to move away.
He reached into something in his pocket, took out and stuck it in El's wound. This is the first treatment of a person over him. El doesn't want to be hypocritical. He enjoyed all the attention of this girl.
"Al don't know why El came late to our group training. But Al could guess something that made El late not something trivial"
The smile still emanated clearly on Al's face, forming a natural red hue on the cheeks. El was hypnotized, it felt like he wanted to hug this gadia. Shedding tears, shedding wounds and saying "i'm hurt"
But he did not want the reality of himself to make him have to feel what he felt first. Go, that's the best solution for him.
"El" the tiny hand still hasn't slipped out of his arm. Danced at El's arm as the man intended to leave.
"Next week El dateng our training yes, this"
The girl gave him a piece of paper, El was unable to resist, the number of times he refused this girl's gift. Rows of numbers are able to make El langakat eyebrows.
"Al do not know what El number, Al is also sure El does not want to give the number El to Al, so Al gave the number Al to El, so that later if you are not present El can tell Al"
He was still smiling, as if nothing had happened that he should be disappointed in. Nor was he afraid or unafraid to get along with El. If this girl knew the worst reality in El's life, would she be able to smile like this?
"Al go first. I have a promise with Papa"
He waved, waving his hands repeatedly with the sweetest arch El had ever witnessed. El breezed away, leaving Al who again had to witness the departure of El.
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El Nevaro Semanding, playing his cell phone after keeping a tiny girl number he named "stalker" on his phone. He was in the boxing ring, sitting while wiping away the sweat. After the practice he sat down and pondered.
"Where was last night?"
Ginanjar sat down, staring at the sweaty face of El
"That cheek why pack on plaster?"
El drew a smile, though it was a thin "fall earlier" he said
"What's falling in a fight?" Ginanjar was still curious. El is one of his fists who is very secretive, closed and does not talk much.
"No, just fell down"
El's mobile phone vibrated, a line of names from Kharisma Semanding made him frown. What's his stepbrother calling.
"Hal__"
"Papa told you to go back"
The call was interrupted, what else El expected from his stepbrother's call. Their relationship is nothing more than knowing. El got up, wiped the sweat with a towel and cleaned up the equipment.
"Gue unplug bang, tomorrow I'm not allowed to practice. Want to do the job"
El disappears behind the door. This place for some people the darkest place ever, jotos and fighting is something that has been lived El from the SD period. Ginanjar is not the only coach. Before he left Surabaya for Jakarta, he already had a coach teaching him how to stay in the ring. This place they call dark is precisely the place that can accept it.
A place that never said he was an illegitimate child.
El opened the door, with a thin black t-shirt. Ela glanced at a glance, not intending to stare at her stepson.
"Here El join us to eat" asked Glori.
El put the bag on the edge of his foot, looked down and picked up the plate.
Kharisma glanced at El, the irises of the two eyes looking at each other. Not long because Glori directly shifted the direction of El's focus
"Where is your school?" ask Glori
"As usual pa" replied El simply
"Hope, you can still win first place in your new school, make papa proud"
El nodded, putting rice in his mouth without glancing at Kharisma or Ela.
"Kharisma, papa denger yesterday you've been fighting?"
There was no answer to Glori's question, instead Kharisma put down a spoon, producing a clanging sound that made everyone turn their eyes towards him
"Why, papa wants to bandingin' me with that bastard"
"Kharisma" Glori's voice had already risen. The man had no fear, instead smiling sideways as he looked at El.
"Kharisma is not wrong to say, he is an illegitimate child"
Kharisma left without finishing her meal. So did El, he excuse me for going to Glori and Ela, going to his room and locking himself in there. It also has the right to have children born outside marriage.
El Nevaro Semanding, only has the Glori clan but not with the rights in this house. He is the bastard in this family.
