AL And EL
The Miracle of the Seventy-One
Even I'm the only one who knows which expression describes ya from you
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Kharisma silently stared at the television without enjoying the show, Kharisma's mind was too chaotic, especially Ella's sentence the other day always made him think. Strange, when he arrived at peace with El, he rubbed his hair out of frustration. Not long before Glori came to him.
"El hasn't come to school yet?" He asked without a stale ado first, and this made Kharisma feel annoyed by Glori's attitude.
This larger man with wrinkles on his face had never been sweet at all with her. Kharisma stood up and looked at Glori hatefully.
"No" he said, leaving.
"These two miggu have not returned home" said Glori "Papa asked for help, please you ask the same question El, ask him where, papa worried"
Just this time Kharisma heard the man was worried about others, usually whenever and how many days Kharisma did not come home, the man would not ask or protest.
"It's good if El doesn't come home, it means he's aware of his position" and Kharisma then moves away.
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Al was still standing in front of the old building waiting for Ginanjar or Erik to get out of there. He was still loyal even in the dark like this, cold air redeemed his skin, but he did not move, nor did he feel fear.
Not long Ginanjar came from the first turn, a little surprised when he saw a smile from Alriestella.
"Al thought you were inside" Al stopped Ginanjar's steps.
"Why elo?" Ginanjar put his hand in his pocket.
"Al wants to know where El is now, please tell her whereabouts El sama Al"
The man in front of him breathed out loudly. El's right, if the behavior of the girl in front of him is so magical.
"Gue told you, I don't know" Ginanjar replied gently, a man of upright stature, tall with dimples that would not dare to yell at a woman.
"Please, El didn't say where to go. But Al wanted to know, Al promised not to tell anyone"
Ginanjar took a breath and exhaled "this is not a matter of people knowing or not, but the problem is I really do not know" he said
"Lies" Al scowled "Al know, people here know where El is, you're already his second family El, even the first family after the Semanding family" it didn't feel when he said that his tears spilled.
"Al wanted to apologize "he said crying "Al never even knew the story of El but the "woman hiccups "but Al is even evil as El, Al instead belain Kharisma compared to El, El, must be fitting camping El sebel with Kharisma" Al still crying and increasingly make Ginanjar confusion.
"Don't cry, I can't see a crybaby" snapped Ginanjar
Seeing Al who was crying, Ginanjar so heartless, but said where El's position is that it will endanger El and Al, what if Al desperate to follow him to Surabaya? El once told her that Al was magical, she could do reckless things.
"You cry until morning, I don't know where El is" and Ginanjar moves away, enduring the bad taste.
He kept walking into the boxing room and alone in the locker room, he observed his new number El. Ginanjar petted him, telling him that Al was so great crying just wanting to know where he was or not.
Finally after careful consideration, Ginanjar decided to call El, but not answered by El, well, Ginanjar understood that the man must be in the ring, risking the throne of the king of street boxing there.
Ginanjar typed in a few sentences then returned and observed the gambling that was going on.
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El ngos ngosan, staring at the floor of the box box that is now turned blurry. He was really exhausted, let alone beaten up in the ring, in a fight with five boxers, El really could not, no, no boxer who did this other than himself. El stood with a sore body, opened the locker, took a towel and looked at his phone, there was a message from Ginanjar.
Ginanjar
He's been here a lot, asking for elo's whereabouts
He was crying
El just read it, leaning the body in front of the wall, staring at the front with a firefly. A door that had been closed was opened by Ibnu, the man walked up, stood in front of El and handed him a bottle of pure milk.
"We won the bet" he told me
El did not reply to him, he was still loyal to silence, it felt lazy, especially when the power was completely drained.
"What do you think is the news of elo's new bokap?" Ibn ignited the cigarette he had slipped in his mouth.
El did not answer, still silent, for him the mouth of the trash like Ibn did not need him to answer his words.
"Lo knew him" Ibn al thrusting a photo of El in front of him, of course the man hardened his jaw, there is a need for Ibn asking about Al.
"Sir" he answered sacractistically, then stood up and opened the locker, took a towel.
Ibn just grinned "Beautiful?" Ask her again
El kept quiet, still searching for the clothes he was going to wear before returning to his rundown boarding house
"I guess how tall a pretty girl she is?"
El was still silent, he wore his clothes without even speaking the words of Ibn.
"It seems appropriate that we become a boxing model"
Braakkk
The sound of a bang from the locker door was so loud, El looked at Ibn's face in pias, there was anger that then provoked him when he heard Ibn talking about Al. The man who now looked at Ibn as if he was going to devour was really disgusted if Ibn had to talk about Al with his mouth.
"Lo can be silent" El said before leaving but was held back by the sentence that came out of Ibnu's mouth.
"Alriestella Lesham Shaenette, Jovan Shaenette's son, right?"
El took his breath holding death to not be interested and did not make Ibn take the opportunity to use Al.
"Gue doesn't know, and I don't know the kid"
Ibn laughed "El El, Lo was once my boxer, I know which expression says yes the same that says no" Ibn approached El and smiled.
"You want what?" El take a step
Ibnu shook his head "no, I'm just his name" Ibn passed but right next to El he smiled wryly "wirm expression elo earlier, I'm sure this child is not just an acquaintance" and Ibn passed
The man walked into his room, a rectangle filled with cigarettes, bottles of alcohol and some men who were counting their gambling revenues.
"Okii, find out about El at his school in Jakarta" Ibnu told Oki.
"Every boss" the man then faced the monitor screen checking all the data, either social media, or school profile.
"Find out what kind of relationship El has with the child in this photo" Ibnu approached Oki.
"Duty executed" Oki squeezed the keyboard smartly. Then stop and give a smile towards Ibnu.
"We will be rich now" said Ibn Iirih
