Barsh And Kalistha (Something I Call Home)
Chapter 1: First Time Meeting Kalistha
The fingers of the fingers are so clingy. Play the melody from a piano. Sura is beautiful he has a very beautiful face.
It was like a princess playing a beautiful melody. Makes anyone who sees it so lulled and fascinated by its allure so beautiful.
Too dissolved and so enjoying the music that he made himself, this beautiful girl named Kalistha was not aware of the presence of a handsome young man who had noticed him since.
Such a beautiful musical echo drew the handsome young man into the hall. Not only the rhythm of the music is interesting but both eyes are glued when they see the figure of God's creation is so perfect without any defects.
Until the finger of the fingers lentik began to end the beautiful melody, the applause Kalistha got from the young man. He turned to look at the young man.
"That's great, you're so good at playing the piano! The beautiful melody you assembled is so shahdu. Are you a band member here, miss?" the young man asked Kalistha, calling him Barsh.
Kalistha watched Barsh from the bottom up right into her face. He was surprised that the young man was there. Since when is that?
The one word in Kalistha's head right now was. This young man, handsome. Raising one of her eyebrows, Kalistha asked Barsh there.
"You, since when?" tanya Kalistha asked him a small question.
Barsh took a small step closer to him. He sat on a bench near Kalistha.
"You're enjoying the music that you're making yourself" Barsh told Kalistha.
The unravelled mane added a graceful impression to Kalistha's face. Hearing the expression Barsh said, Kalistha smiled.
They just met. But their two hearts were happy when they looked at each other. Kalistha then said to Barsh,
"I've loved music since I was a kid" Kalistha told Barsh to go on a hobby.
Ah, Barsh of course was festering at hearing every sentence that Kalistha said. How lovely to talk. The lips are so charming. The intention of his son of a bitch had wanted to taste the lips now.
Lucky he's still sane. Barsh brushed off the demonic intent that was about to make him a young bastard. Friendly, Barsh began to speak.
"Oh yeah, introduce me Barsh!" barsh said as he extended his right hand.
For a moment Kalistha stared at the helping hand. Kalistha was silent for a moment, she recognized this young man like him. The name is not foreign, really. Ah, yes, he remembered who this young man was.
"Law school boy? Friends of Jae?" kalistha asked Barsh when her memory recalled where Barsh's name was unfamiliar to her.
The answer surprised Barsh. But, he smiled later.
"Right, how do you know? Oh yeah, you haven't told me what your name is?" barsh asked Kalistha.
At any rate, he must know the name of this beautiful girl. Barsh was so sure in his heart. That he can definitely get a Kalistha.
However, Kalistha was a shy person. He did not want to be directly familiar with strangers. Kalistha tried to find another topic of conversation.
"Why are you here? Won't your class start soon?" kalistha asked Barsh who was still smiling with a helping hand.
"Tell me what your name is, then I'll step away!" barsh replied to Kalistha, and he was still smiling sweetly at Kalistha at the moment.
Kalistha shook her head while smiling, trying to avoid the question from Barsh was not easy. And in the end, Kalistha went down and introduced herself.
"I'm Kalistha, Jae's brother!" kalistha answered Barsh.
The introduction made Barsh a little surprised. Kalistha just said that she's Jae's brother. Jae is his classmate. When Barsh wants to say something.
The sound of an open door messing with their introductions, their views had just met and were both washed away.
A Dutch girl named Arteta who was also a good friend of Kalistha entered the hall. His eyes slightly glanced slightly towards Barsh.
"Hallo Kalistha, why are you here? With this weird guy?" ask Arteta to Kalistha who is still sitting there with Barsh.
"Hey, why are you here?" arteta asked again this time to Barsh who was still sitting beside her Kalistha.
"No, I was just watching Kalistha play the piano! Because the music is so beautiful. I got carried away here!" barsh answered him.
While folding both hands on the chest. Arteta stared flat at Barsh.
"Hurry to class! Your class has begun!" arteta.
That shitty look certainly pissed Barsh off. This Netherland girl, really made her mood shatter instantly.
"God, how did you know this shitty Dutch girl?" barsh asked Kalistha beside him.
"He's my best friend from Holland to study here. We're also a major!" kalistha answered trying to defend Arteta as her best friend.
"Hurry away!!!" drive Arteta away while walking towards Kalistha and stand right behind her this time.
Barsh resignedly and obeyed the orders of Arteta, honestly his eyes still wanted to see Kalistha here.
"Hey, I'll call you later!" barsh said, he passed from before Kalistha and Arteta.
Just a few steps away from there. Barsh then stopped and turned to look at Kalistha again.
"I love seeing you when you're playing the piano. You're so good at playing it!" barsh said to Kalistha.
The praise from Barsh made Kalistha pull the corner of her lips and carve a smile. Soon he began to walk away.
"Kalistha, you don't have anything to do with that strange young man?" arteta asked Kalistha who was still smiling looking at Barsh's departure.
Hearing that, Kalistha turned her head then she smiled and shook her head.
"When have I ever lied to you? Let's go to class!" kalistha said, Arteta nodded at that, and they began to go out of the hall.
It's the night before this time. Arteta was in her house, her hands carrying some thick books.
His steps began to approach the bed. When he got close, he dropped his body there. And lying on it, he placed his book beside a small table beside his bed.
Arteta then grabbed her mobile phone which was also on the table. After that, his fingers began to dance on top of the phone screen.
His forehead frowned when a person's name was listed right on his cellphone screen.
"Barsh? She rarely sends me messages!" arteta said, she also started replying to messages from Barsh.
Barsh: Tell me a lot about your friend.
Areta: huh?
Barsh: Don't waste my time!
Arteta: Are you nervous or what? Here the one who wastes time is you!
Barsh: Please tell me about it!
Barsh: Feelings can come at any time!
Arteta: So what can I do for you?
Barsh: Give me the Line ID!
Arteta: I'll give you, but remember if you're anything to him, watch out for you!
Barsh: Dutch girl sucks hurry up!
Arteta : Kalistha_14 , remember don't mess with her or you'll regret it!
Barsh: Okay!
While elsewhere. Looks Kalistha who sat while occasionally yawning. His eyes were getting tired from the thick book he had been studying since.
The ringing sound of her cell phone made Kalistha turn her head briefly towards the small table beside her. When his hand almost grabbed him.
A beautiful little girl entered his room. That is Syena. Kalistha smiled at the presence of the little girl.
"Can I ask you?" ask Syena to Kalistha.
Syena is Kalistha's younger sister. He was dumped by both his parents for disability. That's what keeps Kalistha out of her family's comfort zone.
He wanted to take care of Syena with all his heart without abuse or more than both of his parents.
"Of course what do you want to ask?" ask Kalistha gently to him.
A book of biology Syena showed him, Syena began to open her book showing one problem that she did not understand at all.
"I don't understand this chapter, can you teach me brother?" ask Syena to Kalistha.
That made Kalistha nod.
"alright... Come up I'll teach you!" kalistha said, patting her empty bed.
Syena approached Kalistha and sat down beside her, patiently teaching her little sister.
In another place Barsh is now pacing in front of the balcony of his room. Many questions were inside his head at this moment, why did Kalistha not reply to his message.
"Did he sleep? At this hour? It can't be!" Song Barsh said, his hands began to re-brain his cell phone. The phone connection starts to connect.
"Arteta, is this Line ID correct? Or you're just tricking me."
Barsh said beginning the conversation. When the call was already connected to Arteta there.
"Speak slowly!"
"Is the Line ID you gave me right?"
"Yes!"
"Why didn't he respond to me?"
"He's busy at this hour! He was busy with his book... Already, I am busy with my duties too! Don't bother me."
Tutttts
The phone connection was cut off, hearing that Barsh was grunting. He was so frustrated at the moment, loneliness reached him desperately his feet started towards the living room deciding to play a game.
The clock shows that at 22:30 now Kalistha has finished his duties. Both of his eyes were a little sore indeed. Kalistha was a little curious about the message that she had not opened.
His hands began to swipe at his cell phone, he was surprised to see so many messages from a young man he had just met this morning.
Barsh: Hey, it's me Barsh!
Barsh: Are you busy?
Barsh: What are you doing? Have you slept?
"Geez, so much!" kalistha.
Because it's not good for Barsh. Kalistha decided to pay it back.
Kalistha: Hi, sorry I was teaching my sister!
The sound of a cell phone makes Barsh suddenly turn his eyes on the phone he put right next to him.
The game he pause at that time as well. His hand took his cell phone. Barsh smiled happily seeing the reply from Kalistha there.
Barsh: It's okay, what are you doing now?
Kalistha: It's a free time I'm just reading a lot of messages from you...What's the matter, you need something?
Barsh: No, I just want to talk to you about something!
Kalistha: Say!
Barsh: Can you teach me piano?
Kalistha: There are many school rumors, many say you are rich..Why don't you call the music teacher?
Barsh: Don't you want to teach me?
Kalistha: No, not so!
Barsh: It's okay if you don't want to, I don't force it anyway.
Kalistha: Well I will teach you.
Barsh: Every Wednesday after college you have to teach me!
Kalistha: Okay!
Barsh: Thank you, go to sleep! good nights!
Kalistha: Good Night!
A brief encounter between Barsh and Kalistha. But the effect is lasting in their memory. Starting from a small thing, create an interesting story review..
