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Chapter 66. The story of three friends (1)

Start Alan telling stories. His initial meeting with Ervan. For generations, his family became the family's personal doctor. Starting from his grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, to himself.

Alan, who was a child, always followed his parents to work. Because he was not yet in school, so he freely followed them.

"Then?" Zia put down her spoon.

"I met Ervan when I was five." Alan chuckles. "The age is five years. But, her haughty nature had already grown from a fetus."

Both, laugh. Moreover, Alan remembered the moment.

"Hey, hey, boy," called Ervan, with a less friendly face. He dislikes strangers, who roam around in his house. "You capa? Why are you at my house? In fact, don't even say hello to me."

Alan who at that time, did not understand, just gawking.

"You're not dengal? Ck, tsk." Ervan shook her head. "Name?"

"Alan," replied the boy, who was still looking at him confusedly. "You?"

"I'm boss. Call me, boss."

"Boss," Alan said with a nod of his head.

From then on, Alan called Ervan the boss. In fact, Ervan asked Alan's parents, to send Alan to school, in the same place as him.

Every morning, Ervan would pick up Alan at his house. Go to school with a driver and a bodyguard.

"He's my brother" Ervan told his classmates. "So, don't bother him, avoid."

"Deliver, boss," they answered compactly.

Zia chuckled, until she shed tears. Not unexpectedly, Ervan's bossy nature, has been formed since children.

"Keep, what are you doing at school?" asked Zia, who was struck by curiosity.

"Ervan has a lot of female fans. And that's where, I'm in charge of getting rid of them."

"Well!"

At school, the female student, pissed Ervan to death. That's why, he asked Alan to go to school.

"Elvan, I brought a cake." The girl gave me the box of cake.

"I'm an allelgi" he replied as he continued.

"I don't love a colkat, Elvan. Kemalin, you said brown allelgi."

"Alley, I'm a cookie allele."

The girl looked disappointed. He tried to make a cake, even though it was not his own.

"Bial, I'm eating." Alan snatched the cake box. "I'll make, Elvan eat."

The little girl, looked excited. I've been through Alan a few times.

Alan, too, became the savior of Ervan fans. He will always receive gifts, up to food and pretend, if Ervan receives their gifts.

"Elvan, say. I think it's nice and sweet, he likes it. But, tomorrow, don't do it again. He's bored."

"Then, what?"

"Emmm, bring celita many books."

"Did Elvan like me?" The girl's gaze, like a dream, made Alan unable to tell the truth.

"Like it, but Elvan says, you don't come near. He won't, there's an ogang looking at him."

That's how it is, Alan, who would say that, to them every day. He gave the girls false hope. Until finally, he had to be mobbed every day. Ask about the feelings and gifts they give. And from there, Alan always said sweet words, to please them.

"So, you're always crunching every day, because you're used to it? Hahahaha, that's so funny!" Somehow, hearing that, Zia was not angry, instead feeling funny.

"Maybe," Alan replied with a discordant laugh.

"Then, what about the secretary?"

Alan sighed, for a moment. Tirta was someone different from the two of them. The innocent boy, living with his mother who sells his homemade bread. They live a narrowly contracted life.

The smile on Zia's face faded. Hearing that, he became sad as well as curious.

"We met, Tirta, accidentally. At that time, it was raining heavily. Ervan and I were in the car when we got home from school. At the red light, we saw a mother selling in wet clothes. Not far away, under the tree, her son waited with a piece of plastic wrapped around his head, so as not to get wet. Ervan called and bought all his wares."

"What's like that? I can't bear to hear it." Zia has shed tears.

Alan continues their story, meeting Tirta. Genius boys with different lives, from them.

"We bought everything" said Ervan's bodyguard, who was sitting at the wheel. "How much?"

"Fifty thousand, sir," said the woman, holding the cold all over her body.

"This." Ervan's bodyguard, gave me some red money. And that, of course, was on Ervan's orders.

"It's too much, sir."

"It's okay. Go home, it's raining hard."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you very much, sir."

The car drove off, while Alan and Ervan were still watching the boy.

"This, young master." Personal bodyguard, giving plastic wrap, filled with bread.

Ervan took two and gave one to Alan. The rest, he gave it to the driver and his bodyguard.

"It's still a lot, young master."

"Get it down, aunts at home."

Aunts at home, pointing to the waiter who works at his house.

"Enak, I like it. Alan?"

"Like, boss."

"Tomorrow, this way again, uncle."

"Yes, young master."

Tomorrow morning, they return to the same road. But, unfortunately, the woman who sold the bread yesterday was nowhere to be seen.

Arriving at school, Ervan sees the woman, selling across the street. Of course, he always brought his son.

"Young master, where are you going?" Ervan's personal guards, intercepting when Ervan and Alan were about to cross.

"I want to be a loti."

"Wild, I'll just. Young master wait here with the driver."

"But, call aunt na come."

"Yes, young master."

Ervan's personal bodyguard, crossing the street. Seems he helped, bringing the woman's merchandise.

"This, our young master. He wants to buy mother's bread."

"Thank you, young master. Please, which one do you want?"

"He, his name is capa?" Appoint Ervan to a boy, in his mother's arms.

"He's Tirta, sir. He's my son." The woman dropped her son off.

Ervan called his bodyguards to get closer. He whispered something, and the bodyguard was surprised to hear it.

"But, young master. It's time, school hours."

Ervan did not answer. He just glared, which meant he didn't like his orders being rejected.

The bodyguard, call the president. Delivering about the young master's orders.

"Van, papa doesn't like you ditching. Papa's gonna help her, but you're still in school."

"Promise?"

"Promise, baby. Papa promise. Now, Ervan is going to school. Let that aunt, uncle take care of it."

"Okay, thank you, papa."

The connection was cut off, the bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief, after Ervan returned his phone.

Alan and Ervan, get in the schoolyard. The driver and bodyguard, carrying the woman, were at the direction of the president.

"So where was the mother taken?" The two now, sit down on the couch and continue the story, which is still a very long story.

"Do you believe that if the five-year-old boy gave him a bakery, in exchange for Tirta being his man?"

"Mahaha .... " Zia chuckled. Is Ervan really up to that point?