ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

LAKE BANK LETTER

Endro looked riled up. He looked so nervous that morning. All his friends who were also participating in the camp, had been in the school grounds.

However, that morning he had not seen the pale-faced girl at all. In fact, their coach had told them that the bus that would take them was almost there to pick them up.

And sure enough, not ten minutes before the bus was parked in front of the gate.

Ouch... Mentari where? Why hasn't he come yet? Didn't Mr Alex allow it?~ Various questions popping up in Endro's mind. Fear also attacked him.

"Endro... Why are you still daydreaming? Let's ride..." Tegur one of his teachers who also became a supervisor at the camp event.

"Bright, sir." Nervousness finally. Slowly, Endro got into the car. He looked disappointed at the time.

The bus eventually went slowly. But suddenly it stopped.

Endro's smile returned when he found the figure of Mentari. His eyes did not blink looking at the girl.

"Can you sit here?" Ask Mentari. Endro nodded. Incidentally, the seat next to him was also empty. "Thank you..."

"You're okay, aren't you?" Whisper Endro when Mentari was sitting next to him.

"I'm good..." Mentari whispered.

"Thank God then... I'm even worried about you too much." The sunbathe smiled at Endro's confession.

In just ten minutes, a distance of three kilos from the school to the border can be reached by the bus. They have reached the camp site.

"Wuuahis... Be free..." Mentari cried when he was there. He breathed in the fresh air blowing under the shady trees of the area.

From a distance, Endro smiled at the girl's behavior. Endro approaching. Deliberately, he nudged the sun's shoulders until the slender body was a little staggered by it.

"Endrooooo's." His whisper with rage.

"Why?" Ask Endro cuek. He did not care about the annoyance on the girl's face. "It's like just getting out of jail."

"I just got out of hell..." Mentari Gerrutu. He left Endro, who grinned, happy to see his funny behavior.

Even if it's only for two nights, at least you can feel the freedom here. I'll make you enjoy it, Mentari.~ Mumbled Endro made an appointment with himself.

They were all preoccupied with their respective duties which had been shared by their supervisors. And Endro gets a job to find wood in the forest with his entourage. While Mentari and his entourage are looking for where the nearest water source.

The rest set up tents there.

Endro continued to search, until he was not aware that he had been separated from his friends.

"If there's a chance, I'll bring Mentari here." Endro murmured while descending to the edge of the lake.

"Well... Looks like the wood is dead." Endro stared at a tree. On the tree was a branch that had been broken from the tree and drooped down.

When Endro tried to cut the twig, an object hit his head.

"aww... What'sthat?" His screams. He cursed a little for enduring his pain.

"What's that box?" Endro stared intently at the box he found. With a hint of horror, he grabbed the box and opened it.

"Paper?" Endro took one of the few sheets of paper that were inside. Slowly open it. Endro gasped as he read a bit of writing at first.

Endro Dear...

"Endro...? What is meant in this letter is Endro my name?" His inner. He continued reading the paper.

Sorry End... I've been too much about saying you're a pick-up boy, huh? It's just, I haven't been able to stop for that. Honestly, I just envy you, End.

If you can, apologize next time.

Not that I don't understand your feelings. But saying you like that won't diminish your happiness of having a father as good as yours, will it?

If my parents were still alive... Maybe I won't be this miserable. It's just that, in the absence of them, I can recognize you.

I hope someday we can be friends. But, please smile a little. I'm being so clueless as to apologize to you, if you're still such a quiet man.

From me, a dark Mentari...

"Content? Why is this here? Does he come here often? But how is it possible?" Endro seemed to be thinking hard. But he did not find the answer. Until he decided to read the letters back until it ran out.

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