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The One that Ruined Mood

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“Woi, wrong mulu from earlier. That's your own song that was created, how could one of the mulu lyrics? Wonder me. What else do you think?” snapped Arlan loudly reprimanding the Son who had lost concentration since the training began. The man pressed the keyboard keys with annoyance to cause a disturbing sound.

“Yes who told him to appear in front of me!” the word Putra is not less hard.

“Nevent trying to child you. Don't accuse others of making mistakes that you make yourself!”

“Yes but yesterday's deal wasn't that. He can only appear if we leave for East Java tour.”

Arlan lost his temper. The man walked towards the Son and grabbed his shirt collar. His hands clenched until his fingers were seen. While the Son stared intently without trepidation.

Angel who became the trigger for a fight and almost broke the tension between the vocalist and keyboardist Nada Sumbang, prevented Alfian not to get involved for a while. The perfectionist Arlan could not accept any reason that made a mess in the Donated Tone. While the Son most dislikes if his will is not obeyed. They are both wrong. Alfian asks Angel not to get involved.

This morning, Arlan decided to have Angel see their rehearsal. The goal is actually good. In order for the woman to get used to the needs of Nada Sumbang. Of course, it is difficult to prepare everything for five men with different characters and wills. Arlan forgot, if the mood of the Son can be damaged instantly if his will is not obeyed. Vocalist Nada Sumbang asked Angel to start work during the East Java tour for three more days, but it was the leader who asked the woman to come.

Actually before the practice, they were already almost arguing. However, Arlan did not respond to the Son's scorn which was clearly addressed to him. Arlan saves the energy to practice today, but it is the Son who makes things worse to make the keyboardist really angry.

“Why are you angry? You like it the same, Angel, so you're willing to take it all the way? Since when did you act not in accordance with the agreement?” challenge the Son makes Arlan increasingly lose patience. With all his might he pushed the body of the Son until the man fell.

“Jaga mouth lo! It has absolutely nothing to do with my personal feelings. You should be thinking about it, because it's your own personal business. The guy who doesn't like Angel is here. Not us!”

“Well if you know I don't like him here, why do you still agree he showed up before his time?” The voice of the Son is rising. He had already stood up and challenged Arlan who was still burning with anger.

Angel's body, still held by Alfian, began to break out in cold sweat. The woman's face grew increasingly whitish, holding back fear. Worried that Putra and Arlan were really getting hit when they saw they were already standing up to challenge each other. He did not expect that his existence today actually triggered a quarrel between the Son and Arlan. Even before he came to the training ground, he promised himself to try to give the best for Nada Sumbang. However, it was he who received a good reception that made his body tremble in fear.

“Not forever we must follow your will, Put. We are a group, not alone.”

The Son's face softened upon hearing Arlan's words. Although not completely broken, at least the anger began to decline. The son realizes his selfishness which often makes him with Arlan at odds. Not infrequently they argue until almost a tonjok each other just to equalize perception. However, it would all pass as soon as one realized his mistake. Like at the moment.

They hugged. Same with Alfian, Danu and Anggit. Soon, their laughter filled the room.

Angel who was still standing was trembling, only able to throw her body on the floor and lean on the drum. The woman's face was still pale.

Indeed, he often heard that Putra and Arlan often had disagreements, but he never expected that their levels would clash until almost a fistfight. For Angel, this was the first time she had seen someone yell at each other and point the finger at each other. Worse he was the trigger of all that mess. Even if the fight was no more than ten minutes.

"Sori, Ngel, in the future you will certainly often find similar scenes. But you don't have to worry, we never really fight. Yes unless someone is reckless to act too late," said Alfian once the atmosphere has begun to warm.

"Gue can be more wrathful than before if what I want is not as desired. About whatever it is. If necessary, take note! I don't want similar events to happen again. If I ask you not to come closer, do not show up in front of me stuff at the end of the nose. You know, the slightest event that if not my desire, will destroy the mood. At least for the next two days. So do not try to refute my words," said the Son with a firm tone as if waving a war flag.

"Mr ... ."

"Plis Lan, it's my business with Angel. I told you, he may be the manager of Nada Sumbang, but that does not mean he can be my manager" said Putra stubbornly. Arlan only shook his head in response to the man's statement.

"Basic head of stone. Yes Ngel, if he does not want to be taken care of, let him take care of himself. If he yells because he forgot to put the mic or other items, yes it does not need to be taken care of. Let him know the taste," said Arlan no less serious with the speech of the Son. They glanced at each other sharply. "Yes even, right? Didn't he say Angel was your manager? Yes, that's it."

"Yes but the mic business is the same Nada Sumbang, Lan."

"Beginning complicated like a girl," Danu's voice made Putra glanced sharply at him. "Misall my talk? No, right? It's starting to get complicated like a girl, isn't it?"

"Know ah. You don't get into my position."

"Oh my God, Put, I'm surprised you're the same. He likes to make a noise for himself. Huh, mending us continue the exercise." Alfian also disperse the insignificant debate between them. "Udah Ngel, if Putra does not want to be taken care of, just. It will reduce the burden you take care of us. You know, between us, the hardest son to take care of."

"Kok y'all so nyudangin me anyway?"

"Yes, you start by yourself!" the compact answer of his bandmates left Putra at a loss for words. In order to suppress the mounting ego, Putra took a mic and began singing when the musical accompaniment of his friends had begun to harmonize.