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Chapter 58. Whose fault?

"I remember now. He told me that he liked the view from the suspension bridge, which is in Sarah's courtyard" Tirta exclaimed.

"Keep why?" Ervan furrowed his brows.

"Maybe he's there."

"You're stressed, Tirta. For what, he's there looking at the bridge? You think he's gonna jump?"

Deg.

They looked, pias' face and trembling hands. Ervan's tongue was silent, speechless. Meanwhile, Tirta had already started the car engine.

Along the way, the two continued to be silent with thoughts wandering everywhere. Ervan who sat in the back seat continued to curse and call out the stupid Alan. It's stupid, if only for women, your brain would be empty! Ervan punching air.

Tirta himself, trying to focus on the street in front of him. He kept out bad thoughts, which came to disturb his concentration.

Driving at high speed, he did not want his concentration to be solved.

Two hours passed and they finally arrived, faster. Tirta who drove fast and did not stop, even just buying mineral water.

Deg.

White sports car, parked there. A car that Alan rarely used, even though he had long bought it.

Angry, disappointed and sad, mixed into one. Ervan and Tirta began to guess what had happened up there.

Both took immediate steps. Walkways, between the grass. They had only seen once, this suspension bridge. As they pass by, they head for Sarah's parents' house. Nothing special, according to Ervan. But, said his two best friends, the view inside there, very beautiful. Though, the two of them just asked, to the owner of the food stall, that time.

Ervan and Tirta continued walking, in silence. There was only the sound of birds and insects chirping, from above the trees.

Stop for a moment, take a breath. They walk with determination and erratic thoughts. Not even a bottle of mineral water. They just exchanged glances, with faces implied by fatigue.

The sound of falling water rang out, they had already arrived above the hill. A suspension bridge connected over a rushing river, looks sturdier than they thought.

"Where is he?"

Ervan and Tirta, detecting Alan's presence around, with a gasp of breath. Thirsty and tired, invading their bodies at once.

"Van." Tirta pointed to someone, who was standing in the middle of the bridge, looking down.

His face was invisible, as it was covered in messy hair. But, from the clothes he used, it was definitely Alan.

Ervan and Tirta, forgetting the tiredness and immediately running, headed for the bridge.

"Fuck, Alan. Self-conscious!" ervan shouted, but the man over there did not hear him at all.

One foot up the suspension bridge, at that time, Ervan froze on the spot. Bridge swings. Although, it is made of iron rope and board as a stand. This bridge is still, swaying.

"Ah, fuck! If you want to die, why choose a place like this. Is there no other place?" upset, but still trying to step up.

The same thing happened to Tirta. He stepped forward looking straight. The view down there, made his knees tremble.

"Alan, shit!" shouted Tirta.

Both of them, still stepped closer to Alan while shouting, trying to defeat the sound of water falling.

"If I arrive. I'll push you." Ervan keeps nagging. Supposedly, he was in the office in his suit. Not to climb mountains, let alone cross a suspension bridge, which swayed.

"Alan, Alan," the two shouted, as they were near.

Bugh.

Ervan gave a raw bogem to a man who did not turn his head at all, let alone say. He's upset not playing, with his situation now.

"Basic jerk!" Bugh, bugh. "If you want to die, why should you be here? Can't you choose a better place? I can prepare the land and bury you right away."

"Van, Ervan." Tirta held her best friend's arm.

"He's not Alan."

Whats??

Busy to vent his frustration, Ervan did not even notice, whose face was receiving his punch.

"You who?" ask Ervan.

How stupid! It was wrong to hit people, he even asked who.

"I should ask, asshole. You hit me when I didn't know you." The man screamed out emotion, holding his cheek.

Ervan did not answer. Still watching the man who seemed to be, still young. It was just that his appearance was messy, and his long hair, was never combed.

Face, there's a little bit of Alan's face there, he's also wearing Alan's shirt and definitely his sports car too.

"You ready Alan?" asked Ervan again, with a face that had changed by a hundred percent.

"I'm his cousin," the man replied, in a watchful fashion.

"Cousin?" shouted Tirta, who felt deceived. "Then, where is he?"

"Sir Alan, get out of town. He's got a seminar for a week."

"Se-seminar?" Ervan's repeated, don't believe it.

Cousin Alan nodded, then fixed his messy clothes.

Tirta's. Don't ask me again. His two glaring eyes stared, Ervan was already almost out of place. He was already emotional and wanted to push Ervan down.

Recalling how, he frantically followed Ervan. Didn't eat breakfast, even tripped here and there in his house.

That snow mountain, instead of feeling guilty. Instead, still blame Alan and also his cousin.

"Why are you here? Wearing Alan's clothes and his car. Because of you, we came all the way here."

Tirta. Damn boss! Who told you to come here. You're the one who thinks weird and drags me along. Now, still blaming others. Tirta was furious, her hands itching to hit Ervan's head.

"Sir Alan told me to take a picture of this place. He said he wanted to come, if he came back later. I had to wear his clothes, because I didn't have time to bring clothes from the boarding house."

Placed.

Ervan snaps at cousin Alan's head. He is now still in the mode of blaming others, in order to cover up his mistakes.

"You were drinking in Alan's apartment, too? Are you not aware? Because of you, we misunderstood!"

Look her! Still not aware, actually whose fault, now.

"Sorry, Brother. I forgot to clean it up. But, actually, who are you?" From then on, he was busy being blamed and answering their questions. But, don't know, who these people really are.

"I'm boss!" Hoarse tone, audible. Who else if not Ervan.

"Sorry, Brother."

"Yes, go home! I've come a long way, just because of you. Alan too, why did he turn off his phone and not call me? Is he still angry, like a mother who doesn't get a monthly ration?" Nagging without stopping, who was actually just blaming others.

Tirta was lazy to comment. He knew what answer he would get. Of course, it was Alan's fault with his cousin.

"So's cell phone is broken. He hasn't been able to fix it."

"Curtain!" Ervan screeching. "Dead reason! Today, we still use that excuse. Why not just buy? Because of her, I left my job!" Back to grumbling by blaming others.

Tirta continued to follow Ervan's steps in front of him. The guy who keeps nagging and mentioning Alan's name, which ruins his day.

Can I push it? all my body hurts, especially my ears.