Alexio "Pink Diary"

Chapter 4

2 Years later.....

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The roar of the motorbike engine roars late at night which should be quiet. Angsana Street is deserted from the traffic of public transportation is only filled by the expanse of humans with the age of teenagers both men and women. And do not forget cigarette smoke or smoke from vehicles collide with each other to add to the night.

The prestige of the owner of a noisy vehicle that is now busy riding their iron horse to quickly reach the end of the finish line.

Betting is the next prestige capital, which proves if they are a collection of wealthy families.100 million cash as a prize.

Alexio, a yellow sport bike rider with a blue helmet and a red jacket, is speeding through the night wind with the other motorists behind him.

“Sial!!!” jonathan tried to reach Alexio's speed but failed.

“Hayo Alexxxxxxx, I'm with you!!!!!” pekik sintia, followed by the roar of her two best friends, Rena and Jena at her side, gives Alexio the zest to be the winner.

And......

“YESSS!!!!!!” exclaim Andi and Barry Alexio's friends who shouted together when they found Alexio had reached the finish line and became the champion.

But not for long.....

BRUKKKKKK

“SHITTTTTT”!!!!!!! furious Alexio, slammed his helmet on the handlebar, angry when the bike was hit hard by Jonathan's motorbike which of course deliberately done. Fury the young man who just got the title for....

Bugh

Bugh

Two jotosan are now lodged in the handsome face of Jonathan who is still sitting on his motorcycle seat as if waiting for the arrival of Alexio for his silly actions.

“Lo intentionally right, damn, asshole!!!!” as Alexio pulled the young man's collar and dealt another blow.

And after that, the fights between the men there began that night.

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“Lo okay, bro?” andi asked after they were already at their headquarters. The two-story house was owned by Alexio from his efforts to drive vehicles wildly.

“Cih, that damn sissy, cih.!! Decih Alexio spat out with the rest of the blood in his saliva,

“Slow-satan!!!” Alexio exclaimed as Barry smeared the ointment to treat the wound of his best friend that adorned the tip of his lips.

“Eleh, just now ngatain pansi, a small wound already can not stand Lo.” Barry's reply pressed the cotton bud tip over Alexio's wound intentionally.

“SATAN!!” Angrily Alexio rewinded his head, staring intently at Barry who was precisely commenting on his rancid smile without the slightest fear.

“Ya already if you do not want to be helped, sono to the hospital or ask for the same medicine Andi noh.” Barry throws the ointment and the drug paraphernalia right in Andi's lap until it hits the young man's stomach,

“Woy, Satan!!!! Fucking pain!” now that Andi was cursing at Barry, how not, he felt pain when the object that Barry threw hit his stomach that was not yet how strong it was.

“Heleh, weak all Lo on, letoyy.” Barry gets up from his seat, leaving Alexio and Andi, heading for the pantry to grab a drink.

“Lo not back to apartment?” Andi asked, turning to Alexio who had laid his body on the red sofa, covering his face with one of the arms placed on his face.

“Gak.” The answer is still in the same position.

“Nginep here?” Again, Andi throws a question.

“Hmmm.” Alexio simply replied with a chill.

“Bar, Do you want to??? I want to stay here with Alex.” Shouted Andi to Barry who was still at home mojok in the pantry.

“Ya!!!” he said from where he sat.

“Wehh fucking Lo. We are difficult to be together, so whatever it is we must be together.” Andi's word is wise, although whatever his words are still not taken seriously by two tuyul who are handsome and titled his best friend.

“Cih, tickle me with her.” Sambar Barry walked up to the two with a setoples of potato chips in his arms.

“Serah.” Alexio said, meaning that the word must be a word that must not have an extension.

Early morning......

“No,,, no,,, no.” Alexio delirious in his sleep, slowly the beautiful face began to decorate clear grooves that began to grow to match corn kernels.

His athletic body wriggled on the sofa he had slept on earlier.

Uneasily.

That's the picture of Alexio who fell asleep with a shirt that began to seep sweat.

“No.... No!!!!!!!.” The eyes were open, complete with a body interested in sitting. His face was pale, the roar of breath as evidenced by the up and down movement of the young man's shoulders complemented the influence of his sleeping flowers just now.

His eyes were running wild, he saw that he was still in his base. Barry and Andi were already sprawled on a yellow fur carpet with playstation sticks lying in origin, both on the chest and on the side of the head. Drowning uninterruptedly with Alexio's scream just now.

“Sorry...” Alexio muttered softly who lowered his head while adjusting his still rough breathing.

“Sorry me.” Continue to hold tight remembering the dream just now.

Alexio moved from his seat. The sturdy and dashing legs move up the steps of the stairs one by one.

His feet continued to step towards a place that was covered by a yellow door. Slowly he turned the door handle, opened it and entered.

Turning a sharp net around the corner of the room dominated by yellow, blue and red. The King size bed greeted him at the end near the balcony window. Somehow the corner of the big bed was even on the edge, not the same as the arrangement of rooms in general that put the position of the bed in the middle. The funny thing is, the shape is round, not square like the bed that we often see.

Even with tables, chairs to mirrors and cabinets that also form like a circle. The painting is also scratched with the same shape. And do not forget, the combination of red, yellow and blue domination colors. A special character of Alexio.

He was still glued, staring at a corner. A photo in a small figura, placed in the middle of a round table in the middle of the room.

It was a beautiful portrait he was looking at.

“Gue misses, go home.” He said with a hopeful look.

Before long, he twisted his body.

Inching to grab the door handle, then out of the room that gives off the scent of soft roses mixed with vanilla and fresh mint.

Back down the stairs one by one, without looking or saying goodbye to his two friends who are still eyed with a changed sleeping position, but still there is no charm at all.

Alexio headed for the exit, his feet towards where his sport bike was still loyal in the parking lot. A few steps, he stopped. Take a quick look at the left corner. There's a neat tall grass wall there.

Staring at him for a while then stepping back towards his vehicle, grabbing the key, and bringing it to life.

The roar of the motor roared in the early darkness that had been slightly scratched by the bluish light, welcoming the dawn that would soon send its rays.

A large gate that automatically opens when the sensor detects Alexio's presence.

To let go of the 18-year-old, and to let him disappear at night.

I read all the things that have driven me crazy to this day. All that makes me hate the names written there. Including,, you. Dira Kairan Lad's

Even if you reject me again, and again, I will continue to circle your world. Until you see me, I'm the only one, you.... Alexio Bisma

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