Anime: An Eternal Story

Massage

Under the star-studded moonlight, Aryanaka looked at the sky so bright tonight. Accompanied by a cigarette that he smoked and exhaled many times to find a calm heart.

Aryanaka just called Permadi's assistant. I asked him if his mother was okay. To be honest he only felt a little relief when Zein –assistant Permadi– only always answered by assuring only when he asked.

In fact, what Arya needs is an answer as well as a proof. At least what they say is the truth. Not a mere nonsense.

Long silent in daydreams, Aryanaka gasps as her phone rings. Looking at the screen of his phone that was lit, Aryanaka raised one eyebrow when an unregistered number was contacting him.

Not wanting to bother, he turned off the phone. Maybe just a lost number. Or– is misconnected?

But apparently, he guessed wrong. The number contacted him again. Time and time again. And Aryanaka turned it off many times.

Let the person across there be upset.

Aryanaka slowly breathed her breath when the number no longer called her. Little relieved. But he was again surprised by the message sent by the number.

The unlucky message made Aryanaka feel uneasy.

085xxx

|Yes already if you won't pick up my phone.

|Tak what.

|After all I just want to say, if you want your mom to stay okay, then give up. Back me. Follow everything I command.

"Suck!" Aspersion.

Aryanaka's hand moved wanting to reply to the message. However, when he just typed the first word, the next message again appeared. Making his anxiety increased many times when a photo of someone he really knows is plastered there.

085xxx

/pictures

|This is the girl you call yours, right?

|Yesterday I played a little bit with him. What if I continue this game until the end?

|I'll stop if you want to surrender, Narantaka.

|Tenace.

The cigarette that was still burning in Aryanaka's hand began to fall. His hands are clenched strong. Aryanaka knows this is just a bluff Permadi throws. However, what if the old man really did it?

No. gabe.

It must be just a bluff.

I hope it is.

***

Aryanaka put her body on the bed. Both of his hands moved to scoop up a face that began to look frustrated.

Zianna's.

He needs Zianna.

Moving to pick up the phone, Aryanaka chose to contact Zianna.

"Hallo?"

The voice across there sounded. Making the emotions from within him gradually began to dissipate, changing with a feeling of calm.

"Why Lo? Want to buy marmots?"

Aryanaka chuckled softly at the upset voice of the lover. "Oh yeah, how?"

"No ah! Just delicious. Earlier who played ngacir and lightly said if you do not want to buy." Zianna's grouse from across there.

"Yes, it was Elo who said not to continue. I'm kesel, so don't buy it!" Denying Aryanaka pretending to act.

"W-what?"

***

Zianna went down the stairs of her house slowly. This morning, he was ready with a school uniform that adheres nicely to his body.

Stepping slowly towards the dining table that already has his brother and father there. My mom was busy preparing breakfast from the kitchen.

Looking at the mother and her family, her heart rippled for a moment. I don't know why she feels bad.

No. gabe.

Zianna put those bad thoughts away. Trying to calm his feelings that it was just a momentary feeling.

"Morning, Pa, Ma." Zianna smiled gently at the father and mother while pulling a chair beside Alshad for her to sit on.

Girtaja and Nertaja returned the greeting with similar smiles.

As for Alshad, his eyes had already glanced at Zianna with a sneering look, "It looks like Al is just a grain of dust, Pa." Sindir Alshad looked towards Girtaja.

Zianna who heard that glanced at the disinterested Alshad, "Newly realized?"

Nertaja laughed amusedly, "You guys, always have been." His hand moved to serve the breakfast he had just made.

Girtaja nodded confirming, "It's okay not to have a school together."

Nertaja said, "It's weird for your kids, Pa."

"Whose son was it?" Alshad replied with a mouth full of food that Nertaja had just served.

"The son of Girta." Said Nertaja glancing towards Girtaja while chuckling.

"Your son too." Reply Girtaja protested not accept.

Zianna looked at the conversation this morning with a warm heart, she hoped, the unpleasant feeling that had been terbesit was not something to watch out for.

***

As usual, Aryanaka took off the helmet attached to Zianna's head. Tidying up the ends of Zianna's hair a little messy due to the helmet that was attached there.

At this time, the two of them had arrived at school. Walk towards class.

I don't care what people think about them anymore. Let them think. They don't care anymore.

It is up to what assumptions they make. After all, Aryanaka's life as well Zianna did not depend on their baseless assumptions.

"Today you have no intention of buying more guinea pigs, right?" Zianna asked misgivings on the sidelines of their trip.

"Gue doesn't want to, yeah, Ar. I swear, don't marmot." Continue Zianna with an amused look of great disgust.

Aryanaka who saw that chuckled ignorantly, "If the frog, will it?"

Plaque!

A rather hard pat landed on Aryanaka's arm, "Lo want me to die young?!" Damprat Zianna non-relaxedly.

Aryanaka is only able to grimace with lips that continue to chuckle wide. New info, in addition to not like rats and the like, Zianna also really hates frogs and their minions. I don't know, Zianna felt that one amphibian was ridiculous in her eyes.

The two of them finally stopped in front of Zianna's classroom door, "Gue entered the classroom first, yes." Zianna was about to walk in.

Zianna gasped for a few seconds, why did she feel that these words of Aryanaka had meaning?

"Anna,"

Zianna realized, "Yes?"

"Never be far from me."

Aryanaka just felt like something bad was going to happen.

***

The break time has arrived some time ago. Currently, in the middle of the canteen crowd, Zianna and her two best friends —Keylara and Kevandra— are having a light conversation while waiting for their orders that have not yet arrived.

Blame the queue that is too long makes them lazy to wait while queuing there. It would be better if they waited while sitting here.

Suddenly, Aryanaka who had brought a tray with a bowl of chicken noodles and iced tea on it came and sat down casually beside Zianna.

Zianna looked only at Aryanaka's movements. It's normal, let it go. Unlike Keylara who is already excited himself.

"Eh, Naka. Don't buy any more meatballs, do you?" Ask Keylara kindly.

Aryanaka glanced in disinterest, "No."

Another Keylara Kevandra, the man's face has been murky since the arrival of Aryanaka earlier. Do you know that Aryanaka is a threat to Kevandra?

Aryanaka's view turned to Zianna. A little upset because Zianna seemed to not heed his words this morning.

"Why not wait for me?" Ask Aryanaka.

Zianna sighed, "Gue is only to the cafeteria, not to the Arabs. You can follow me when. Like now." Answer Zianna as it were.

Right, what did Zianna say? Besides, Zianna's not going anywhere.

Finally, the order they had been waiting for came as well. They also ate the food casually with occasional conversations but dominated by the noise of Keylara. This girl seems to have run out of topics. Anything must be discussed.

The conversation stopped for a moment when Zio who suddenly came to the place where they were. With a relaxed look, the tall boy sat down beside Aryanaka.

While carrying a tray with food on it, Zio smiled broadly, "May I join, right?" His eyes glanced at Zianna who looked indifferent to her arrival.

Keylara, who was actually welcome to anyone, responded happily, "Maybe, please sit down, yes, Zio." He smiled sweetly.

Kevandra just rolled her eyes lazily. This Zio was like endless wanting to get close to Zianna. I don't know if it's just his feelings or not. Moreover, Keylara who is always sweet to anyone sometimes makes him often burned with jealous fire. Thankfully, he was immune.

Another case of Zianna who was just indifferent, Aryanaka's face turned murky since the arrival of Zio earlier. His appetite was like being swallowed by the earth right then and there. Missing.

Zio looked at the bowl of Zianna meatballs filled with sauces and chili, slightly glancing towards the bowl of Aryanaka who was just plain without any concoction. Inner chuckles.

"Zi, it's really cool, huh?" Tanya Zio opened the topic of conversation with Zianna. His body tightened slightly to bring his eyes closer to Zianna. Making Aryanaka squashed in the middle.

Aryanaka growled in the heart. He wanted to protest but tried to restrain himself. Just sec. Patience for a moment isn't hard, is it?

Zianna gave a small nod, "yes." Answer potluck.

Come to think of it, responding to Zio like this was not a annoying thing either. Despite Zio's annoying attitude some time ago that was very aggressive in approaching him, he could be ordinary if Zio did not act excessively. Like now, for example.

Zianna gave a little tolerance.

"Sama dong, I also like to get spanked." Zio said enthusiastically.

Aryanaka glanced at Zio cynically full of hostility. You seek attention!

Zianna raised an eyebrow next, trying to respond to Zio's words as best she could. Do not let Zio see the look of disinterest from his face. Because in fact, he is not interested. Sounds bad, but what can I do.

"Oh, huh?" Zianna asked by putting mouth after mouthful of food into her mouth.

"Yes. —Ya, although not as much as Lo, anyway." Zio scowled while rubbing his nape.

Keylara who heard the conversation both blurted happily, "Well, Zia means Zia same Zio equally likes pedes, dong?"

Reflexes alone, Zianna's nagging gaze was centered on keylara.

Pimply. Keylara. Maybe he forgot Aryanaka who incidentally is Zianna's boyfriend here. Keylara muttered an apology many times without a sound to Zianna as the look of the bitch was still pointing at her.

Aryanaka again growled in silence. His face is very dark now. He looked at his bowl of chicken noodles that were not touched by sambal or saos at all, then turned to glance at the bowl of Zianna and Zio alternately. Equally decorated sambal. Redder.

Aryanaka grunting.

What if they both like it spicy?

Does if they both like spicy mean they both will be paired, so?

Sucks.

Kevandra who realized the situation was starting to heat up and then cleared her throat, "Yo, you don't have any intention to nyari another girl, do you?" Ask to divert the mood.

But it seems, he mispronounced. The question this time was to make the atmosphere even more heated.

Zio drew a smile, his face glanced at Kevandra, "There is indeed another girl who suits my taste?"

Keylara seemed interested in the question that Zio had just asked, "What is Lo's rich taste?"

Zio smiled, "The rich Zianna."

Uhukk!

Zianna choked on his saliva instantly.

"I mean Lo?" Damprat Aryanaka with a tone that began to feel bad. He had been silent about all the annoying behavior of Zio does not mean he was willing, yes. He just refrained from losing control.

"Yes, the rich Zianna. Her beauty, her smile, her hair, her behavior, her nature. Well, the point is rich Zianna deh. Ada, right?" Zio asked with a big smile.

So straightforward.

"And by the way, I like the same chick who's as tall as Zianna. I also like girls who both like my rich pedes. It feels right." Zio said again.

Aryanaka's own face had hardened since earlier, his eyes even glaring sharply at Zio with hostility.

"And it would be nice if I had a little rich girl Zia that I could hug every day ... " Zio's smile expanded even wider, his eyes glancing towards Zianna with a deep look.

" ... Or in short, let's not be complicated, how is Zianna?"

The fork in Aryanaka's hand almost plugs into Zio's eyes if Zianna's hand does not hold it while laughing discordantly.

Kevandra and Keylara are aware of an increasingly unconducive atmosphere as if there is nothing more. The two of them silently watched the tension this time.

"Hahahaha," Zio's laughter seemed to turn the situation around right then and there.

"Just relax, why on gini tense anyway. I said something weird, huh?"

Keylara and Kevandra laughed awkwardly, "yes, why on the uptight, anyway."

To be honest, Aryanaka's countenance was already very terrible at this moment. Even a hungry tiger is less terrible than the murky look of Aryanaka.

–to be continue–

Wkwkk, nyari views same readers hard too, huh?