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Renjana Kanya's

"You, can't really be the manager of Nada Sumbang huh?"

The question slid from the lips of the Son as we were on our way home from Anggit's house. Actually I brought my own car when following to Anggit's house earlier, but because it was late at night, Putra forced to leave one of the cars and go home together. I agreed, considering the eyes it feels like they can no longer be literate.

My son drives a car at low speed. The streets of the city are so quiet because it's been over 12:00 p.m. Moreover, Tuban is a small city, although it is passed by national lines between cities between provinces.

"Yes, I know you have other dreams and desires, but, so the manager of Nada Sumbang was also once your dream at that time. However, from your High School, you help Nada Sumbang to be known by many people and gig at cafes and events. We can't possibly forget that anyway, Him."

I smiled at the expression of the Son. How could I forget those memories. Starting from my fad offered my father to invite Nada Sumbang at the event held by his office, making more and more offers to come. Although I had a chance to argue with my father if what I did was an act of nepotism. However, Nada Sumbang paid for it with good quality music and made the invited guests thumbs up. Since then they are often invited to fill state events in the district as well as other important events.

Previously they had played in one or two cafes, but when I ventured to promote them through social media, more and more invitations came. That was the beginning I was named as the manager of Nada Sumbang who was in charge of organizing their schedule. Not only that, even they depend on the smallest thing before the preparation of the stage and so on.

Where can I also forget, never scolded the stage crew who was careless when preparing the band before performing. Danu's drumsticks were broken due to crew negligence. Unfortunately, Danu who usually always carries a backup stick, that day forgot not to bring it. At that time I also asked the committee to change the arrangement of the event in order to get a replacement for Danu's broken drumsticks. It doesn't matter if they protest if my actions undermine the already organized arrangement of events. Their actions have also harmed Nada Sumbang.

Other events that I have never forgotten until now. That also makes me more happy to vacation to Yogyakarta while on college holidays. Because I can come wherever Nada Sumbang gig. Even after parting with the Son, it was precisely those moments with them that I missed the most. Unfortunately I also had to avoid them for the sake of not wanting to meet the Son.

In the past, I did consider it a fun thing because it can always be close to the Son. Especially so that it can make me increase experience and make my teenage years more colorful. However, at this moment it was clear I could not do it.

First, is it not possible that the proximity of distance and time makes our efforts to accept each other's reality so tarnished just because we meet each other? Second, there was an offer that still bothered my mind, although the offer to become manager of Nada Sumbang also made me hesitate to accept the offer. Third, I can't hurt Araz's feelings any more than this - by still keeping the Son's name as the one I've ever loved. How would he react if he knew I was Nada Sumbang's manager and made me with Putra more familiar?

Huufftt .. after Araz called me earlier, he sent me a message shortly. Kinda long.

He said, "I'm sorry, Kanya. Turns out I can't. I cannot accept the fact that you still have the name of the Son in your heart. However, regardless, I will try to accept the reality. Even so, sorry, I can't help my jealousy. I can't accept reality when I think of you getting closer, but how could that not be possible? You are bound as half-brothers. I'm sorry, Kanya. I love you. I'm sorry if this feeling is selfish just wanting you to have me. Not the others."

"I'm sure anyway, Nada Sumbang can be even more shining if you are the manager. Yes, we already have artist management who overshadow us anyway. But even so 'will still need a manager who takes care of us."

"Sister, I thank you anyway, you guys believe so much in me. Even Dad too, until I beg you to accompany you. But you know, right, my decision couldn't have changed?"

The son breathed when he heard my words. The car stopped at a crossroads when the traffic light turned red. The man rested his head for a moment in the steering wheel of the car. Before he finally turned to look at me and stared.

"Is it because of us? Sori, I don't mean kepedean or anything like that, but if you remember your enthusiasm, it feels like you are very talented to catapult the name of Nada Sumbang. Especially through your posts on social media accounts. You admit it or not, it's one of the efforts that make Nada Sumbang more familiar to people with thousands of friendships at that time. And, I'm sure we could have outgrown that moment - or even the moment maybe - if you took care of us."

"Yes, because I think you're the right one. Look at yourself, there's not half a year, let alone half a year, three months is not even, we've lost the manager with events that can not be forgotten."

"It's your own fault that you pretended to be a hero at midnight," said the sewot Putra discussing the events of a few days ago when the incident of beating by Vika's father. "But, Vika really isn't anything?"

"I haven't seen him again. I mean after the management cut her contract. The last time we met, he apologised and the management has not taken such decisive action. I don't think it's going to be that hard either. But it turned out to be even more resolute than what I was imagining."

"Sometimes you're too positive thinking the same thing. So do not predict what will happen if this or that action is taken. The important thing is to walk first, risk thinking back."

Son laughs. Traffic lights have changed color and the wheels of the car driven by the Son back to grind the dusty streets.

"But if you may know, what makes you refuse without thinking first? 'And our work will be exciting, Him."

"Yes, you think it's definitely exciting, but I can't accept this offer, Brother."

"Yes, give me an explanation dong."

I let out a breath. While staring at the deserted streets I told the Son what made me make this decision. Not the first or third reason. I can say enough of the second reason and it has made Putra satisfied.

"Yes, that's your world now. Moreover, Araz needs more of your support right now. It must be hard for Araz to face a reality that's not easy."

"Yes that's why, brother. So it's okay, isn't it me who's your manager? Sure enough, the friends I want to know you guys are more professional than me. He is also more agile, agile, anyway would fit perfectly with you guys."

"There's more to it than Kanya?" the word Putra means to insinuate. I laughed in response. Because the statement is often I throw first to face an atmosphere that needs a satirical response.

"Rest assured. I used to learn the same thing about taking care of the needs of this artist and that. He's been active since High School."

"Who the hell is he?"

"Later to know, too," I said a mysterious pretender. I'm not sure if he would accept my offer. Because there's a story I can't tell now.