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Aryan Bima's.

“Try reading, that's the last text from Bastian! The content is exactly the same as the tagline in this novel?”

That's what my ears caught. Miraculously, that sentence was able to ignite emotions. Ah, goddamn. What was the point of Bastian texting Risma with the exact same words as my novel's tagline? Does he want to take Risma again from me?

I reflexively approached Risma. Though they were about to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Don't!" Spontaneously I prevented Risma from investigating Bastian.

Risma stood up while throwing a look of wonder. "Cock not anyway? Bima wants me to die curious?"

I was wrong behavior. Scratching his head that is incompetent. "Yes because ..." My words hang. Confused about what reason to look for.

"Because what is hayooo? Come on, be honest with me there must be something you cover."

"No oath." I tried to convince me. Risma squinted her eyes sharply at me. I still seem to be suspicious of me.

"No, because it's free. Just wasting your time. People who have been sick with lo, it can not be sweet-sweet lo again," continued me again.

Unfortunately, Felis instead agrees to investigate whether Bastian is the author of Broken Angels. I rush out of Risma's house and go straight to Bastian's house

With a huff I increase the speed of the motor speed to quickly get to the house of Bastian. I know it's nine o'clock in the evening, the hour where people have rested but I don't care about it. All I have in my brain is to immediately hear his explanation of the intent of the last text he sent to Risma.

Bastian's house is in Kartopuran, quite far from Risma's house. About thirty minutes later we got there. 

Because of the high speed of my motorbike I finally arrived at Bastian's house in just fifteen minutes. Fortunately, I survived to my destination. I got off the bike and knocked on Bastian's door.

Tok.Tok.

Soon a middle-aged woman wearing a shabby negligee opened the door. From his clothes I suspect the middle-aged woman was Bastian's domestic assistant. 

“Sorry, who do you want to find?” ask the middle-aged woman.

“I'm looking for Bastian. She's at home?”

“Den Bastian is no longer home. Last afternoon went with his wife.”

“Go where?”

“If about where it went I don't know.”

I'm shaving my own hair. “Ah, fuck. My way. Why didn't I call him before I came to his house?” I cursed myself.

I reached into the pocket of the pants to pick up the smartphone, after which pressed the Bastian number that was already out of the head. Bring the phone to your ear.

“Halo, lo again. Why call night-night?” ujurnya on the other end of the phone. Fortunately, he picked up the phone from me.

“Gue is again at your home. Where is it now?”

“Ngapain lo to my house? Kangen yes ma me?” 

I grunt annoyed. I mean, uh he's back. “There is something I want to ask you. It matters! Now also cepet lo say where lo!”

“Can't tomorrow what? I'm again honeymoon ma my wife nih.”

“Nggk can. Cepet deh lo say where lo!” is

“Ya, that's it. I'm now at my hotel bokap.”

“Oke, I go directly to it.”

***

Bastian has welcomed me in front of the hotel entrance. Good, so I don't need nanyain receptionis where Bastian's room is.

“Hey, your face is so tangled. Why the hell do you night my nyamperin?” Ask him as soon as I stand in front of him.

“Gue want nanya ma lo, what do you mean send the last sms to Risma make the exact same words in my tagline?”

Bastian scratched his un-itchy head. “What do you mean? Don't understand me.”

“Lo there send a text to Risma make words When your heart is hurt, believe me there will be an angel who is ready to treat your heart wound. Kan?”

“Iya, why?”

“The sentence you sent to Risma via sms is a tagline sentence in my novel. You know not because of you, Risma thought the author of the novel Angel Broken Heart was you complete me.”

Bastian shook his head while chuckling. “Hahaha .. So you nyamperin me nights Just nanyain it doing?

“For me it matters! Now you clearly mean you send those words to Risma.”

“OK, really sorry. I don't mean anything at all. I also do not know, the last text I sent to Risma was the tagline of the novel lo.”

“Just like you have to be responsible!”

“By way?”

“Lo told Risma that you are not the author of the novel Heartbroken Angel.”

“If he suspects how? Who is the original author of the novel Broken Angel What do I have to answer?”

“It's up to you. What you obviously have to say is like that to Risma, but don't let Risma get suspicious! Don't tell me that I'm the author of the novel. I want to make him curious first.”

“OK, again. It's easy. No one else wants to ask me?” 

“It looks like that. I say goodbye first. Sorry if I disturbed you.”

Relieved after explaining from Bastian. I returned my favorite motorcycle to go home.

***

I was shocked when Felis was in my room. He stood in front of the bookshelf. Novels I have not yet learned. I can be found out about my identity.

"Well, why are you here? No manly way into a boys' room?"

"Mama Lo who permits direct entry to the room. I came here because you were at Risma's house very suspicious. Hayo, why? Don't-don't ..." Felis looked me in the eye.

I was nervous and tried to avoid her eyes. Honestly, I'm not ready for Felis to know my identity. She's a real bucket.

"Don't you like Risma, huh? And you prevent Risma from investigating Bastian for fear that Bastian will do me keep Risma captured Bastian again?"

I'm relieved Felis doesn't know my identity yet. "Well, that's the reason."

"If you like Risma why not just say it? Or you admit that you are the author of the Broken Heart Angel. That's why I don't have to bother investigating Bastian anymore."

"It's not yet time for him to know. I'm still waiting for the right moment."

Felis was watching my bookshelf. "How many books? When did you like to read novels? Keep on the shelf lo many novels Broken Angel Heart?"

Mampusss. What do I have to answer?