Alana Sweet
Chapter 01's
...No matter how much regret, time will not go backwards ...
...~ Aksara Kalandra's...
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The blue sky, now changed color to reddish with orange light highlighted from the sun that will return at the contest. The dark brown long-haired girl sat on the edge of the roof, her index and middle fingers flanking a cigarette she had just embroidered.
The second look of his net was glued to a shiny black Mercedes Benz sedan car on the parking lot of a quiet school, looking like a couple of lovers talking there.
Smoke billowed around him when Alana sucked the nicotine stick, then exhaled it with pqelan.
Just wanted to enjoy the taste of nicotine that made him feel relieved, a burly hand grabbed him. Make any, then step on it until the small coals on the end of the nicotine stick are extinguished.
"So much lo"
"Cigarettes are not good for girls!" he said relaxed, then the young man who had made Alana cigarettes joined sitting on the edge of the roof.
A tall young man with a beautiful face that is dear to miss, his name is Jonathan Satria Bigantara or famous for greeting Nathan. Head of famous gangs all over the school, and the municipality. Nathan notices Alana still fixated on her sense of sight, and the two neutrals follow where the rare hazel eyes lead.
"You're still in love, why did you break up?"
"Bosen is the same status that is not clear" said Alana, her pink lips curved thin. But it seems like he is feeling sorry for himself.
"Gue****so yes, until Aksara prefers Luna?"
"Yes, you're the most***** girl I know"
They both laughed out loud, while still paying attention to how Aksara and Luna interacted. They are always seen as the perfect couple, lovers who often honor the good name of the school with their achievements. Unlike the two teenagers sitting on the roof of the school building, with a sweep of wind caressing their skin.
"Eh, wait. Didn't you just join exkul modeling?"
"What a thought, was expelled was the same as Miss Rumi. I was just as amazed as the teacher, as if I hated it"
Nathan laughed amusedly with the complaints of his best friend, in his mind how not to be expelled if the beautiful-faced girl just sat in the corner of the room without passion to follow the exkul. At the same time, Nathan believes Alana is the lazy girl type.
"Everything is a straight girl, don't be like a market thug to not be kicked out of exkul modeling"
"Ck! Lo mah that, know myself ogah dealing with the same name modeling. It's wrong to call me!"
Alana was seen starting to grunt irritatedly, her pure white skin would look flushed like a tomato. Unfortunately, Alana's fickle facial expression is what Nathan likes.
They began to dissolve in small, mocking conversations, unaware that the sky had turned dark. The sun turned out to have come home at the contest, leaving a dark sky without stars flashing to greet each other.
Nathan got up from his seat, his burly right hand outstretched to the side. As if he was inviting the girl next to him to go home immediately, with heavy Alana put her left hand on the warm palm that always leads her. "Udah yuk, back. It's Malem, it's Om Angga nyariin"
"Yes Jonah Bailey!" Nathan smiled faintly, the young man was always happy to hear Alana calling him 'Jonah'. Whether it was just a call to mock, or indeed a call from Alana, Nathan would have always wanted to hear that call from Alana's spicy mouth.
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"Pick in Lan!"
"Gue males Jonah"
Nathan's two dark sliced netra sharpened, as if the young man did not want to hear rejection or any reason from the mouth of the girl who fifteen minutes ago was still silent in front of his house.
"What are you doing?"
Alana who was silent was aghast, since when the door of her house opened and showed a mature woman there.
"Mama?"
"Kok is not taught to enter Nathan, Alana is a habit. Come on, Nathan, come in aunty make a drink"
Nathan smiled broadly at Alana's mother's words, without being told twice to reach for Alana's empty hand. Take him into the big house, thick European architecture in every corner.
A giant door deliberately painted in pelur color greeted them in front, as if giving Nathan a way to bring the stubborn girl in.
"Jonahs.." Alana whispered very slowly, when she saw the couple that this afternoon they noticed from the top of the building.
They were sitting with some books strewn about on the table, their hobby was reading books. No wonder, from various similarities cause a strong heart vibration to make them love each other.
Nathan clasped his hands on Alana, they walked together and sat on one of the soft couches in the living room. "Luna"
"Alana, you just got home?"
The girl gave a short nod to her twin sister, smiling all over to say that Alana was always happy.
"Gue go up first, change clothes"
"Yes, it stinks!"
"Look, you're the one who stinks!"
Luna smiled at Alana's behavior when she met Nathan, they were like cats and mice, but they actually loved each other and needed each other.
Secretly, without them noticing Aksara looked at Alana's increasingly distant back with a sad look. There were different feelings that continuously made her uncomfortable, when Alana no longer looked at her.
The chest of the Aksara was actually tight, but everything had changed. No matter how much regret, time will not go backwards. The characters only had to learn to accept reality, if the cold young man had made a crack in the fragile porcelain.
"What's wrong with you, Sa?"
As if aware of his daydreams, Aksara took his eyes off the pages of the book he had been staring at. Not a series of neatly lined writing that is interesting, but his mind that repeats about the flashback of the past story with Alana who has been fractured because of his mistakes.
"No, it's malem. I'm going home, Lun"
"You've got enough rest to never hurt again"
Luna smiled broadly, replying to the words of her lover's character from three months ago with a small nod.
"True, everything has changed" murmured Aksara, as if he was convincing himself to learn to forget Alana.
