Ghost Pavilion

The Alva Resistant

ELSEWHERE

"Millions. How are you bengong anyway?" ask Fara.

Milen all day long mused and dumbstruck, he only snorted a long breath. He closed his eyes and spoke senselessly, leaving Fara confused.

"Tu-wait - wait a minute Mil. Lo said we finished bobo pretty. Where are you going? I knocked on your access door. In detail now!" fara's Decree.

Milen stared faintly at her embarrassed face. He twisted the lemon juice so he tried to relax and spoke shamefully to Fara. Because he knew if Fara could be invited to commit, especially he kept the promise of a friend who care for him to close did not tell his bad problems to others. Yeah at least Fara's a typical good friend, far from a word that's like Sea. Hopefully Fara doesn't disappoint him.

"Lo promise I won't tell you who. And no surprise. Remember not to scream!" pinta Milen's.

Fara nodded. Then hear by sipping ice boba ala island with a sprinkling of ice cream. He looked at Milen seriously without making a sound.

Flashbacks.

That night Milen sat down to order a mint mojito. He was surprised at the man he knew for a few seconds with the upin ipin bodyguard not far from them. Yes he is M Alva Young. Boss big over his new project on the island, but somehow he was in the club of a man named Bran and approached him when the music was getting faster ala Dj and Fara getting cool with Satie talking at that time.

Milen walked toward the batender with earlobes that he heard the sound of dj brata. In fact, his intention went into the room, with a map of names that he wanted to know namely Alva and Diva.

The tone that makes him cool, but do not want to linger long sitting, if not for Fara who badmood, and the mission is not possible Milen just silence.

A person named Bran approached and curled his voice eloquently and teasingly making Milen shudder in horror, but a melodious voice like a recording of someone else's voice.

Gratemtai ... Stercloud ... Papapas.

ubagayeshi' of mena .. smotrish me vs. glaza.

Gratata.. Yes tebya iyubyu tea, moya baby mama... Tebe w nuzhley gucci, louis, prada ... Svoyos prayastoto ubila ve mine. Money vs ....

"Enough. Move over!" Milen immediately stood up and moved away.

The final lyric tone makes Milen goosebumps because he knows what that means.

"Pha. Let me take you!" not getting a reply when Fara was drunk, he asked Satie to leave not to get close to his friend.

As he escorted Fara to the room and made sure the door was locked. His body was hot, he began to sweat coldly and made his heart even more unruffled as his eyes blurred while waiting for the elevator to open, when Milen was indeed drinking from a waiter who gave him juice, but somehow not getting drunk but making himself hot.

Milen remembered that when he drank back, there was a strange feeling of heaving and stinging in his tongue. But he did not think bad, he immediately said goodbye and away to invite Fara back. To avoid other men.

But the night he opened his eyes, he was surprised that the man nearby was hugging him. Yes, he is Alvaro. Moreover, he was embarrassed because his carelessness made him have to put a thick face when he met and found out what happened that night, when Ale told him.

Fara was clearly staring at her big boss now was indeed very different. There was a look of a wrong face and a different look at Milen.

Fara knew her boss when she had been working for a year. But he only ever got emails and calls. Even he just knew his handsome boss when he met his first time. But he doesn't like the sharp boss and is always resting at the club with some women on the left and right.

Fara is more interested in Ale but the fun of the suble Satie makes her comfortable hanging out during her time in the island.

"It's all my fault Mil. I should've heard you were drunk, Mil. Sorry yes!"

"Udah Fa. But what I have to do, because the monster really makes my mood not right. Make me sick, I hope our cooperation ends here soon." whispered Milen staring at Fara.

"Gue will help you, you suspect the same name Alva Muda whose face looks like a man?"

'Hmm.' reply Milen.

Alva overheard the conversation of two women, who he accidentally passed through the cafe for lunch on the top floor of the private room. He immediately asked Ale to do something. As if the pesantren man had disappeared from the identity of Alva, when he wanted to get Milen to break the chain of evil misfortune on Milen.

"Women don't know thank you. Look, after calling me a monster. You're a witch who won't be lost for long." Alva's smile came back.

Day after day until it takes a week Milen and Fara have been in a happy time to return to the homeland. But the look in Fara's eyes smiled as Ale came into her room. Yes, the room where he and Milen are in one room is only limited to clear glass wall cubicles. But he was disappointed when Ale passed him.

"Miss Milen. Please sign it for thirty minutes!"

Milen stared at the red map of Oren. He read slowly and was surprised that the good perbait made him dislike and upset. Then stared at the white envelope, clearly Fara's return ticket. But not with him, he asked the monster to revise him before it ended.

Milen stared at the face on the glass of the room. Makes Fara surprised by the attitude and highlight Milen who turned fierce.

"Eeth. Why am I surprised, Mil what's wrong?" ask Fara running small.

"Gue wants to eat people. I have to throw all my files to that fucking monster!!!!"

Milen's shout confused Fara. He read and looked at each one. Then Fara fell limp when he found out Milen was still living for at least six months.

"Miles. I can help what, your salary is also not entered. Does our boss have any ulterior intent?" ask Fara.

"Gue don't accept. Aakh right to him, I have to be in his room now. I miss my son. I have to go to penang and see the condition of my ex-boy too, can not be as willing as he is my duty here."

TBC.