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The same night and located deep in the forest. Two mysterious figures in black robes were discussing the same thing. The same guy. And the same figure. Ralin.
" Aren't you pushing yourself too much? " a darkest darkness is speaking in the darkness of a forest without a gap of light. The night mist loomed over each of the two people's steps. He who was one smiled reminisced about whatever was in his memory. While the other figure looked on filled with hatred and anger raging within him. But his figure still looks authoritative with everything he sees.
"I want to do it. " He who smiled warmly began to lean on one of the branches of the shade tree around him.
"Because you like it, don't you? " the soft yet coquettish voice interjected from behind the back of the other figure. The arrival of the petite woman was not surprising. Because he is one of the loyal followers of the figure who is silent with him now.
" He is too precious for me to ignore" he replied.
" Is that worth? " the owner of the soft but coquettish voice sounded mocking. "The person who is always willing. Just this morning she had already bravely looked at me without any respect. Basic lowly."
" Who do you mean lowly? " another figure suddenly appeared without any warning. His figure immediately stood behind the petite woman. His eyes looked bright but also looked so alert.
" One you know very well" replied the woman with a sly smile.
The figure of the gamang who is now standing in front of him looks so lithe. Not as rigid as the first start of their meeting in an unexpected way.
" I don't want to waste time. " He who had been silent from earlier after opening his conversation, began to move his feet towards the darkest direction from the side of the forest he was walking in. The place where his wrath began was raised. A place so dark and dark.
" Faster, better" replied the other person. " I'm going to enjoy everything that's possible. "
Together with the gusts of the night wind so shady, the four figures disappeared in a lesatan in the silence of the night created.
***
Ralin's departure early in the morning brought his own strangeness to the mother. The unusual thing his daughter did made the mother smile. Given the figure of Andra who had picked up his daughter, the mother was sure that his departure early in the morning to go to school because the princess was impatient to meet the handsome young man.
“ Alin Room is neat? ” Rassya greets from behind the door.
“ Yes! More kasmaran most. ” the mother giggles.
“ Hmm... ” Rassya mangosteen.
“ Andra is his son how the hell, Sya? ”
“ Yes... just as strangely rich Alin kok bu. Take it easy. ” replied Rassya sekenannya.
“ Yes. Yep. Yep. Very sweet sister. ” replied Rassya again entering the living room.
On the long sofa, Rassya was greeted by a charismatic figure of Qean in his all-black suit. The father sat on another sofa with the newspaper he read. Bowing politely in greeting, the mother greeted the figure of Qean kindly.
***
Kenanga High School.
Leisurely walking down the path towards the main building, Ralin hummed leisurely. Several times he noticed his footsteps on the existing stone tiles.
“ Green. Whiter. Greener. Whiter. Greener. White. ” ralin murmured as each step arrived at the white tiles and between the green grass that makes this path like a chessboard.
“ Hi. ” figure Qean greets with a meaningful smile. That distinctive smile shows that his figure is so eager to be noticed at this time.
Ralin stared. The figure of Qean did look different this time. From the light of his eyes that are blackish-red, his lips are red and that distinctive smile seemed to make Ralin remember the things he really missed. The first thing Ralin had to remember about himself. About how he was born into the figure of himself who is the same as the administrators of Osis school.
“ Why are you really no stranger to me? ”
“ Have you recognized me? ” Qean changed a little bit his hair style a little long.
“ Your smell. ” Ralin staring rancidly. Hatred rippled in Ralin's memories. There was a fury that he did not understand appeared just like that to see the figure of Qean with a much different impression from the figure of Qean that he recognized later.
" Is that all? " Qean had a face that seemed familiar to him in Ralin's memory. A face that invites so much hatred and pain for her. A face he had forgotten long enough. The figure of the face that made him who he is today. A face that easily makes decisions without regard to the rights of others.
Step by step Ralin passed by ignoring Qean who remained silent behind him. There was a shadow ripple where the figure of Qean who looked stiff and haughty with his misty hair was sticking his fangs on the neck of a girl who resembled him. The girl's hair was not as long as her current hair, but the figure of the girl was really no different from her current self. It was just that in those memories, the figure of the girl was not wearing a knee-length black dress like her usual dream. The girl was wearing a pretty old-fashioned outfit. In that memory, Ralin saw how a figure similar to himself was left lying just like that in the middle of the forest. Whimpering and groaning in the pain caused by the bite, Ralin again recalled the appearance of Andra which made his world at that time immediately become pitch black.
Recalling slowly all the things that happened after that quite well, Ralin halted his steps. Ralin stood in silence. Remembering the figure of Andra and looking straight ahead and looking far to the end of the hill. His head turned suddenly. Memory after memory fragmented shows the story of his dark past life.
How his figure was born by the help of Andra. How she, Andra, and little Leticia occupy a modest house at the foot of a hill. The white rose symbolizes his birth. The red full moon. A small boy's plea is still plain. Dark figure Aska. Destruction of a village. A raucous whispering voice ordered to finish off the entire village. The figure of Andra and Leticia that he locks in ice crystals. His fight with Aska. Until the power of the red crystal rose along with the red full moon. Locking and confining the figure of Aska and herself in two different ice crystals.
Breath snorted. Compressed weakly, Ralin felt the existence of Aska in the young man who was now standing before him. Trying to grab onto Qean who was standing right in front of him, slowly Ralin started to become unconscious.
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