ALPENIA (The Cruel Small Town)

Intan and Sad Story

The luxury car stopped at the most magnificent house in the Alps.Rumah like a palace because of its really large size and towering. The atmosphere is more beautiful and beautiful with a fifty-hectare vineyard that stretches on the left right side of the house to the back.

Welcome to the Wijaya family residence. The richest and most influential people in the city. Intan got out of the car wearing his sunglasses. Walk confidently, entering the enormous main door.

"Witho!" shouted a middle-aged woman, when she saw Intan about to climb the stairs.

Intan ignored the call. Leisurely, he climbed the first rung of the stairs to his room, pretending not to hear anything.

The woman who had been enjoying a cup of tea with the view of the twilight sky, suddenly approached Intan with annoyance because her speech was not heard.

He walked in a hurry and gripped his daughter's arm a little hard. Making Intan almost fell because he was attracted from three steps that he had stepped.

"Where are you from?" ask the woman named Cantika a little sniffy.

" Like out" replied Intan cheerfully. An energetic girl should always keep a smile, right?

"Please note that you are rarely home. Where are you going?"

"Seriously? Now Mama's acting like she cares about children?" the smile on Intan's lips faded, replaced by a grim countenance.

Cantika could not answer. His lips were silent, silent a thousand languages.

"Don't forget ma, I still suspect that Mama had something to do with Rahma's death!"

Hearing the statement coming out of Intan's mouth, without warning, Cantika landed her palm on her daughter's cheek. Makes the snow-white skin blush instantly. "Bad!"

Intan smiled hiding the pain, "i'm more sure now!" he said as he left his mother, then climbed up the stairs with a hum.

This is the true story of Intan's life. Stuck with the person he suspects as the cause of his brother's death.

**

...Two years ago, at a pajama party at Amora's house....

"Truth or dare!" amora shouted at Intan while laughing.

"Dare" replied Intan happily.

"OKAY. I challenge you to call the guy who is chasing you. Tell him you want to be his girlfriend!" amora.

"Who?" Sahut Intan a little forgetful to remember. "Roman? Seriously? That village boy?"

"His name is Renaldi!" said Rima terbahak.

"Dare can't be refused!" continued Amora.

"OKAY. Besides, I'm not a coward" Intan took his cell phone lying on the nightstand. To meet the challenge given. However, he is distracted by dozens of missed calls from his older brother, Rahma.

"Wait a minute, guys! My sister missed a call from earlier. I'll call him first!" intan asked for permission.

"Ah, reason lo!" compact Rima and Amora taunting.

"Sshhtt," Intan put the thin object in her ear, trying to call her sister.

"Not answered!"

"Udah. Dare first!" rima's insistence on pulling Intan's hand.

"Wait, wait, wait." His phone suddenly rang, displaying the name 'sister' on his screen. Intan answered the call.

"Constant. Now home!" rahma's voice was a little withered on the phone.

"Huh? What the hell is it? Your voice is dashed, sis!" sahut Intan did not understand.

"Go home now, help me! Our mom is evil, her-" the call suddenly disappears.

Intan frowned in wonder. Their mother is evil? From what he remembered, his mother was the best woman in the world.

However, Rahma's frightened tone made her worried.

"Guys, I have to go home!" intan said anxiously.

"Huh? It's almost midnight!" amora said as she stared at the wall clock that had shown at half-twelfth night.

"Our pajama party failed, dong!" rima was a little selfish.

"Gue has to go home, now!" continue with shouting. "Now, do you want me or not?"

They both agreed, following Intan's hurried steps.

The three of them walked to Intan's house. Because there was no way Amora would wake her father or mother to take them. Will not be given permission.

Intan had tried to call his personal driver to pick him up, but was not picked up. Maybe because I was asleep.

It took about ten minutes for the three of them to arrive at Intan's house.

That horrifying sight made Intan scream out loud. Almost caused a loss of voice.

His father, who had just arrived after hearing Intan's shrill, called an ambulance immediately after lowering his daughter to the bed.

While Cantika cried with Intan. So did Amora and Rima who were faithful to embrace her friend with trembling bodies.

"Contact Ikbal! She's staying at Faisal's house" Cantika orders Andi, her husband. Shouting while crying.

**

Intan remembered the incident last night. Replaying many times the terrible memory of his life. It was painful to see the sister he loved dying in this way.

On the other hand, he was curious, what kind of thing his sister was going to say on the phone that night. To this day, it remains a big question mark on his mind.

It also made his relationship with his mother not okay until now.

***

The night changed in the morning. With a bright smile, Naya breathed in the fresh air. The spirit to live his day.

Naya with her new habits. Stalking Renaldi every time he goes to school. However, there was never any progress, everything was still normal.

Naya with her loyal heart waiting for her feelings to be reciprocated. And the insensitive Renaldi, unaware of his best friend's changing attitude.

But now, Naya felt she had a little chance. Because yesterday, Renaldi said in front of many people, he would no longer chase after the arrogant girl. His heart felt a little relieved.

The young man across there suddenly opened the door of his house, making Naya who was previously hiding behind the tree trunk approach.

"Hi!" Sapa Naya while clinging to the young man's head slowly.

"Day!" salut Renaldi was a little surprised. At first, he will be angry, if only the one who sued him was not his best friend.

"School?" ask Naya keceplosan. Messed up. The principle of staying normal that Naya instilled in her mind suddenly lost control. I knew they were both going to school.

"Gue wears a uniform, right? Means the condolence," replied Renaldi a little surprised after hearing Naya's question. "Lo all right?" he continued to touch his best friend's forehead with the back of his hand. Joking.

"Hahahaha," Naya laughed falsely after being silent for a few seconds when Renaldi's joke was thrown. Busy struggling with his head. "It's very good Naya. Very nervous lo!"

"OKAY. Maybe this is a good time. Tell me the truth, that you like him. When is there another good opportunity?" That crazy but good idea suddenly popped into Naya's head. Do girls express their love for men first? Crazy enough, he thinks.

"Gue wants to say something to you!" said devise.

"Say what?" sahut Renaldi is ready to listen.

"Gue-,"

"Okay, I haven't said this to you yet," the young man cut off at will.

"OK Naya. It can wait a few more seconds," inner Naya though felt impatient.

"What Rey?"

"Yesterday, I met the same Intan. Not intentionally, but a little romantic," said Renaldi made the spirit of Naya suddenly withered.

"And this is where lo Naya is. Just being a place of stories of friends you like, telling someone he likes. Again and again," Naya's cerocos on the head.

"But, didn't you say, you gave up on him?" The euphoria that Naya felt before, had now turned into sadness. No happy expression on his face. Because clearly, now his heart was shrouded in a cloud of thundering rain.

"Gue wasn't serious yesterday. Just snapping, you yourself say, really his attitude if I love him. And yesterday it was one of his strategies," Renaldi explained happily spilling all his feelings.

In contrast to Naya who was saddened to accept the painful statement.

"And guess what, Intan's attitude yesterday afternoon suddenly changed a little bit as good as me. Your advice worked! Thank you Nay," the tall young man grew excited.

Naya smiled, to cover her grief that was beginning to show, because her eyes were already glazed. "Oh, good if it works. Is that good for friends? Eat up!"

Renaldi grabbed Naya's shoulder. "Ready!"

"What did Lo say?" Renaldi asked as he stepped up, still embracing his dear friend.

"Oh. I want to tell you something funny. This morning, my mother saw Pak Pandi bare-chested and changed clothes through the window of his room," said Naya canceled her initial intention. He sold the names of his mother and neighbors to cover up his pain.

"Keep my mother said, Mr Pandi is sexy, time?" naya tried to laugh.

"Your mother is second puberty? I think someone's gonna get a new dad. Do not know, your mother is widowed, Mr. Pandi is also widower, it fits!" said Renaldi chuckled, making him get a toyoran in the head.

"Gue don't give me your blessing!"

For the umpteenth time, Naya could only hold back. I don't know when he's capable of this.

Should the feeling in his heart disappear?

The biggest question is, can the taste disappear on its own?