Go home
The Accidentally Met and Forgotten
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A loud alarm forced the Son to open his eyes. It felt like he had just fallen asleep, but the clock on the screen showed at 08:00 a.m. Even Arlan accompanied by Anggit was ready to pack his things while in the hospital. They also carry their suitcases.
"Gue knew, Anya had such an effect on you, to the point of insomnia because of thinking about him, but remember also that today you have a flight at 10:00."
The son yawns in response to Arlan's statement. That bandmate, though, can be very pesky and annoying when it comes to dealing with departures. It is like a mother-former who should not leave the slightest item.
"How can you get a holiday in a precarious situation?"
Aggit who was originally just silent, now comes to comment astonished. Because, their band is busy with the first single promo which is clearly very time consuming. Even when Putra was lying in the hospital, they still remained promo even without the presence of the vocalist. However, now the vocalist was allowed to go home by the management.
"Lan, you're the obvious one. I want to take a bath" replied the Son still lazily moving from his place of lying down. The drip has been removed since last night. The return of the Son today is actually only to facilitate administrative matters.
"He's coming home doesn't mean he's free, Nggit. We will tour the promo in East Java. He left early."
"Seriously? Then I also have a chance to go home dong?" ask Anggit enthusiastically.
Since a career in the capital and decided to contract with a fairly well-known label, Nada Sumbang activities are no longer as they were when they were still known as indie bands. Their schedules are so busy. Especially with the launch of their first single. Consider that in fact the mother's child, has whined to want to go home since two months ago. Just three days after they moved to Jakarta.
"Basan kiddo," ledek Arlan is not cared for by Anggit.
While Putra only laughed at the behavior of his two friends. The man rushed into the bathroom as Arlan reminded him that the clockwork was still moving and that it was impossible to wait.
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"It was going to take the train, at the airport there were fans waiting" Arlan said as the van that drove them to the airport stopped at the drop-off.
Outside, some teenagers carried banners reading their support for Nada Sumbang. There are also those who carry banners that put on the face of the Son. Posters with complete personnel did not escape as their luggage.
"Gue does not understand that we are now this famous," said the son of wonder.
Yes, he knew that the beginning of their appearance made this country a scene. Five handsome men with musical quality that is no less good than the top bands, certainly can easily grab attention. Especially before they already have fans while still indie music. However, Putra just did not expect if the fans' reaction would go so far. Where do they know if he, Arlan, and Anggit are now at the airport.
Even from the time they got out of the hospital, they tried desperately to avoid the gathered fans. They had to come out one by one in order not to attract attention. And, now the number of fans gathered at the airport is more than in the hospital earlier.
"It's a personal journey, how can they know?" ask the curious son.
"Fans power, Put. They can do anything for the sake of meeting idols" replied Arlan. The man was monitoring the situation just in case there was a loophole that could be exploited.
They deliberately refused an escort from management because they thought the response of fans would not be this big. Turns out they were wrong.
"I think you should go down by yourself, Put. If the three of us go all down, it'll look striking." Arlan commented while seeing no chance for them to move at the same time.
"So feel like an idol. In public places it can not be freely," Anggit comments from earlier just silently staring at the crowd of fans in the airport departure corridor.
"Hahaha .. yes, you are an idol for them, Nggit."
"You know what I mean. I mean, this is all too sudden. There is a sense of discomfort," complained Anggit make Arlan and Putra smile.
Among the five of them is only Angit who likes to be nervous when in the hustle and bustle of the entertainment world. Before they flapped their wings even higher, Anggit always felt difficulty if there were fans who were too brave to approach him. He will be more likely to avoid. Unlike the Son or Arlan who easily serve the fans. Even when they act out.
"Oh yeah, I'll go down by myself. You guys go back there. It is not as if it is easier to escape than the three of them" said Putra as he prepared his disguise.
"Wish you luck. If someone is desperate to pull you, just step on his foot. I hope anyway, they don't realize that it's lo" Arlan said while holding back a laugh. Although tough, the man knew, in fact the Son was also a little nervous. Especially if faced with the typical fans who like to act as they please.
"Finally speaking," said the sarcastic son, making Arlan unable to hold back his laughter. The man was still laughing as Putra shook his hand and Anggit took turns, then got out of the van. "Thanks has brought me. See you on tour next week. Greetings to Alfian same Danu."
"Peach yourself lo. Don't forget it's a scar on makeup if you don't want to deal with Om Eka," Anggit's voice was still heard when Putra got out of the car.
"Yes, noise. It's back there. It can be a concern that you are still here" said Putra when Anggit opened half the car window. The two creatures in the car laughed at the Son's words.
"Bye, Daughter. Take care of ya."
The son took a deep breath. His steps are slow while occasionally monitoring the situation wherever there are fans waiting for him. He could breathe a sigh of relief as he could pass through the departure corridor without attracting any attention. The car that Arlan was driving had already disappeared as he looked back. Unfortunately, it makes the Son lose balance and hit someone accidentally.
"Son?" shouted the woman he had just hit when Putra turned his head. The woman's face was no stranger to the Son, but she could not remember a name for the woman. "Lo Son, right?"
Be late. The son could not prevent the woman from saying her name out loud. And sure enough, the screams of the women spread to attract the attention of those around them.
"Eh, the son's there!"
"Son, over there!"
"I swear, the real son is here!"
The voices of the fans connected to each other when they realized the existence of the Son among them. Some even ran towards him.
"Damn," said the Son. Reflexes he pulled the hand of the woman he had just hit and invited her to run to avoid the invasion of fans.
"Why are we running anyway?"
"In your opinion, if it wasn't for you shouting my name, we wouldn't have run."
"Well, why avoid them. Is it the artist?" the woman's question irritated the son.
Who the hell is this girl? As if making a fuss, it does not know the situation anyway. Take the Son in the heart. He still answered the woman's question.
"Everyone in this country knows who I am. You may not know who I am. Living in your cave?"
"Yes I know you, Son. Kanya's boyfriend, right? Then why are you making sure I run?"
The son's steps suddenly stopped. They turned towards the corridor towards the toilet and pushed the woman's body against the wall behind her. In order to avoid the fans Putra took a stance like a person who was kissing with foreign women under his confinement. It did not matter that the woman moved restlessly under her body which was only a few centimeters away.
"Where the hell is it? I'm sure he turned here!"
"So who the hell, there's no kissing morals here."
"Obviously not a son, anyway. Yuk, look somewhere else."
The new son broke away from the woman when the group of fans had already passed away. The face of the familiar woman, who was still unthinkable by name, stared intently at the Son. There was clearly anger on his face.
"Sori, I have no choice but to avoid the fans."
There's no word. The woman went from before the Son with a face holding back an increasingly intense anger. Leaving guilt in the heart of the Son.
