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Me? Greetings Know Me Alcatraz

Renzana Alcatraz

Seeing Kanya's smile adorn the woman's face, made my heart expand. Elicited the effect of blooming flowers and butterflies flying at the bottom of my stomach. It is not easy to change the mood of Kanya improved after almost noon his face was anxious and worried due to thinking about Almira. The woman had accidentally done a problem to make Almira should be rushed to the Hospital. He was only able to relax the tip of his lips when he told about the typical batik of his hometown.

Like the initial goal, we plan coverage to batik fabric producing areas that have attachment to Chinese cultural relics. Previously I had visited Cirebon, Solo to Lasem to complete my writing material. Finally, Tuban became the main reference when the idea of writing about Lokcan suddenly appeared. It was only Kanya's figure that I thought of back then and how to approach her.

I thought today would be perfect. Kanya's face was no longer worn when she came home. The woman laughed when I told her about Hanung's misfortune. It seems like how Hanung is often punished by teachers when High School for not doing PR or juvenile delinquency-introduction in general.

"So once, Hanung intended to work as a Sociology teacher because he did not make PR. He came early in the morning to the teacher's house just for the sake of grinding his motorcycle tires. Less work, right. Why not go to school and start PR. Well this is complicated to the house of the teacher trus menggempesin motorcycle tires."

"Well, what about you?"

"He didn't know the teacher had a dog. Had not been able to enter the yard, the teacher's dog had barked and chased him because it was not chained. Damn it because he ran away from the dog, even he fell into the sewer. Kebayang 'how it looks after entering the water comberan."

"Haha... She must be ashamed, Mom."

Kanya's laughter sounded crisp in my ears. In my heart I muttered an apology to Hanung for telling such a shameful story, for the sake of making Kanya laugh. If Hanung finds out I'm telling this story, I'm sure he won't help me get close to Kanya again.

"Yes, unfortunately again he still got the punishment for not having time to make PR. That's how for one week he was made a joke of one class because of the accident got."

"Duh did not think that Mas Hanung had ever done something embarrassing. I can make a threat if he's just like me."

However, the laughter did not last long when a man who drove her home last night was already standing in front of the terrace of Almira's house. He seemed to have just met the host and decided to leave when the wanted man was out.

Again, my heart was pounding so hard that it made him feel pain. What else when the man was being rude to Kanya. He gripped Kanya's wrist and made her grimace.

At first I didn't want to interfere, but seeing Kanya in pain I couldn't bear to see her. I approached them and asked carefully to let go of Kanya's hand. The man put his body in front of Kanya. To prevent me from getting close.

"Please, you shouldn't be rude to women. Let go of your hands, Kanya!" I asked in a firm voice.

"Gue needs to talk to her!" the man said no less firmly without releasing his grip from Kanya's wrist even though the woman grimaced with pain. His skin even turned red.

"At least you can appreciate Kanya's position! Don't you see he's in pain?" I tried to grab Kanya's hand, but it was blocked by the man. Make distance between me and Kanya. "OK, I won't interfere in your affairs, but if Kanya gets hurt, I'll make the same calculation lo."

"Gue doesn't want to talk to you. What else do we need to talk about? Nothing, Son. Take off my hands!" yell Kanya. There was a annoyance in his voice. He kept trying to get the man's grip off his wrist. His eyes looked at me as if asking for help.

I'm losing control. With dark eyes I pushed the man's body. But it was my body that was bouncing backwards.

Eventually Kanya relented and followed the man's request to talk to him. But Kanya's eyes never looked at me. Until I don't know what happened the man pushed Kanya's body to hit the gate with a loud enough sound.

Without knowing what I was doing, I grabbed the man's hand from the collar of Kanya's shirt and punched him in the face until he bled. Not accepting my treatment, he punched my temple back. Instantly a dizzy head and bloodstains splashed on the shirt I was wearing. We were still fighting each other's strength despite Kanya screaming hysterically separating us. In fact, he was almost desperate to protect me from the man's blow if it was not immediately broken by Mr. Pras and Damar.

"You guys what the hell? Realize not that this is the house of people, not the field what else is the ring of the match," Kanya shouted with a trembling voice.

"Sori," I said as I realized Kanya's words and chose to enter the room. If it doesn't dampen my emotions immediately, I don't know what will happen next. I could have gone back to dark and punched the man until he couldn't stand up.

I'm not kidding with my words. I used to be known as Garuda High School. Almost every week become a subscription to the BK space brawl things between students. Not infrequently also because they feel pretentious or pretentious champion and invite anyone to fight indiscriminately. If those times repeat themselves, I'm afraid Kanya will stay away. I will not sympathize with you anymore. Worse he could hate me.

"Argh... Damnit damnit! You haven't caught a little thing in a long time, Raz. It could be that you're angry until you lose control of the kayak."

"He did have a good lesson. That's because it hurts women," I murmured to dampen the emotions that were still overflowing. There I was even more upset and punching the wall of the room coincided with the knock of the door from the outside.

Once, twice, three times, the beat still continues. I breathed many times. Adjusted my breathing so as not to explode like that.

Kanya stood at the door with Almira while carrying a P3K box and an ice cube bag.

"Hmm, can I come in? Looks like you need a nurse," Kanya said to make me smile. Maybe that's what I need. Kanya's presence to dampen the emotions that burn my heart. "Sori ya Mas Aldo, you got hurt because

I just grimaced with holding the pain. Looks like the wound left by the man was quite severe to the point that my face was bruised.

"It's okay. It's like that" I said grimacingly holding back the pain, as well as the increasingly irregular heartbeat due to my position being too close to Kanya.

Up close I could only admire the beautiful face of Kanya who was perfectly sculpted. His face was oval with a piece of cheekbones that looked firm. The size of his nose corresponds to his face that is not too small or wide. Portion is very fitting. While the eyeballs are blackish brown like Javanese women in general. A pair of bushy eyebrows shaded his eyes that highlighted the shade, but were also sharp at the same time.

I can even smell her hair that was washed this morning. The aroma of the perfume that mixes berries and vanilla is so intoxicating. It was as if bringing me a room full of wine and being forced to spend it. Waking up wild imagination in my head. Until I could not control it, I put my lips on Kanya's lips and pulverized it gently.

He just stared at me sharply as I let go of my kiss and asked who I really was.

"Who are you?"

"Sori, Yes. L'm... Sorry to kiss you, I..."

"No need for many reasons, just answer who you really are" Kanya said in a raised voice.

"Me?"

"Jawab, who are you?" kanya asked, repeating. His eyes are now blazing. Holding back the crying so as not to spill over just like that. I don't know what the woman in front of me means. "Why do you look so much like him?"

"Him?"

"Yes, he. My pal. I know you're not him, but why there's something inside him inside you. So please, answer me. Who are you."

I was confused by Kanya's words. So all I did was extend a hand and repeat introduce from the beginning. By saying my real name.

"I'm Alcatraz Algol Sirius. Call aja Araz. Well, even if it's called Aldo, actually..."

"lik! How can two people have the same eyes. In fact, even your eyeballs are exactly the same. Ci..."

The Kanya sentence stopped. Without continuing, the woman placed a P3K box on the bed and ran out of the room. Left me confused and kept guessing what was really going on.

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Hey, Author Yoru is here. Is there anyone waiting for this story to come up? Hehe. Even if there is nothing or nothing but a little, it's okay. Because I believe every writing has its own destiny. Including secluded in the corner of the room. 😢

A little information, after this chapter I will write alternately from the point of view of Kanya, Araz/Aldo, Putra, and Almira (as an all-knowing observer). Enjoy reading and hopefully the future is not confused with the storyline. 🙏🙏🙏