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The son laid his body on the living room sofa that had just been delivered by a courier. Starting today, he and the four other members of Nada Sumbang, officially live in Jakarta. The man's body felt tired after going through a fairly solid routine since his arrival a few days ago.

It has been the last three days Putra and also other members of Nada Sumbang arrived in Jakarta. Many of these things must be taken care of before they decide to spread their wings in the country's music industry. There are a number of contracts that must be properly understood before being signed. Not yet take care of the place that will be the basecamp during their stay in Jakarta.

At first Putra never thought if the band he had formed since High School with three friends would survive until now. In fact they are glimpsed by a fairly famous lebel, after years of survival in the indie music industry. After all, without joining the lebel though, Nada Sumbang already has their own market share and fans. It's just that their decision to join the lebel provides more benefits amid the rise of musicians who began to emerge.

Arlan who first introduced Nada Sumbang with Bang Ugi one of the promoters of Universe Production - the lebel that overshadows them today. The development of indie music in the area is not as advanced as in big cities. The opportunities involving them are limited. Even many offers come from outside the city who already really know Nada Sumbang. Including school and college friends who have spread throughout the country and also happen to be in the same world.

It was from those events that Arlan met Bang Ugi who also oversaw the Space Band - one of the musicians who has recently been on the rise. Not an easy decision actually, decided to join the Universe Production. Moreover, facing all forms of stubbornness of the Son and his high ego.

But the man was unable to provide a solution when the iven was getting quieter and made Nada Sumbang more and more drowned among other musicians who began to appear. Indeed Nada Sumbang already widely known people, but they also need a bigger stage to show their existence. It is not easy to survive in the world of music industry that continues to grow if they do not want to move and show themselves.

"Ky, your car has come," cried Danu from the terrace of the house which also became their basecamp during in Jakarta. Only the man called the Son by his middle name. Let Nada Sumbang always a lot of sustenance he said, when asked why he prefers to call Rizky. "Ky, he's sleeping, boy. Woi, wake. Your car's coming."

The son blinked his eyes. Observed shadow Danu is still faint caught retina eyes. His friend shook his hand in front of the face of the Son who was still sleepy.

"Why don't you take it anyway," protested Son half yawn. I think he just closed his eyes for a moment.

"Crazy, that's the courier who's paying? Oh, I'm glad." Danu's words made Putra seem to think.

"Damn, that guy's reckoning. Just be careful if he asks for help," he then realized the work of Noah who charges the shipping fee to the recipient. Even so he still walked out and received a car package that Noah sent after he left for Jakarta. "Thank you, Mom. No one was scuffed, right?"

"No, my mom. We checked and everything's safe."

"Sip" said the Son, signing the evidence of the recipient and handing it over to the courier. After this, he decided to continue his sleep.

"Put, what do you want to eat?"

This time it was Arlan's voice that bothered him as Putra tried to close her eyes at the swing located in the side courtyard. He had just enjoyed the breeze that cradled his eyes to fall asleep immediately. But again failed because of the work of his bandmates. The son shuffles his hair, how he can live with people who like to disturb his sleep until an indeterminate time.

"Whatever, I'll go with what message you want," he finally decided.

"Eh Put, Kanya in Jakarta makes a restaurant?" asked Arlan again not to let the Son close his eyes. The man even sat on a park bench under a mango tree and disturbed the Son. "Put, seriously ask me. Do you make a restaurant in Jakarta?"

"Ar, you're a real prank. I want to sleep. What also asked Kanya to make a restaurant?" ask Putra to start renting.

He really just wants to sleep right now. After a few days of insomnia because there was the work of Nada Sumbang in addition to taking care of contract needs, training almost midnight, to the shadow of the former who always sliced memories. Body's tired. Including his inalienable mind not to think of Kanya. If the routine is not so solid, the Son has gone to the place of the woman.

"Braight, sewot. There is a restaurant called Gayatri. Who knows, he's opening a side business."

The son glared at Arlan's reply which felt unreasonable. Just because of a name, the man lured the Son to remember the figure of Kanya. This is what he said supports to quickly move on? There are precisely those who often mocked him and made him unable to forget his half-sister.

"Who knows, Put. He has been successful in Jakarta, has had his own business, so does not want to go home. Especially going to see you. The more he doesn't want to."

"Can it be?" the son shouted loudly as he threw the sofa cushion on the swing towards Arlan. Instead of being deterred, the keyboardist Nada Sumbang laughed at the anger of the Son and left the side page.

"If anyone dares disturb my sleep again, watch out for you," he said again before taking a comfortable position to close his eyes.

Assume that just appeared on the middle room divider door with the side yard undo the intention. But still Kanya's Junior High friend threw a sentence that might be expected by the Son.

"I want to give you some info about Kanya. Yes if you do not need it," said Anggit while turning around. He had not yet stepped up, the Son was already standing beside him and embracing the man's shoulder.

"What?"

"Gih, you want to give me info about Kanya?" ask Putra to Anggit without caring about guyonan Danu.

"So, I have a writer. Are you the same as Audya? You guys met once right in Jogja."

"Where to take him, Nggit. In Brother's heart there's only one Kanya," replies Arlan who is still busy with her online orders.

"Whispering. My inget. I told her that Audya likes to write novels. When we met, he also wrote his first novel. All Will Be Dust its title ka..."

"Crazy, the same moment Kanya arrived at such a detail loh. Turn to write lyrics if not creation he's hard to ask for forgiveness." Alfian, who had been quiet since the beginning, commented. To corner the Son who reddened his face for withstanding shame.

"Not that, I've been given a look at the book the same way."

"Well, the edges will also return to Kanya as well."

Arlan was the most vigorous to tempt the Son. Really the man did not know, there would be how many more moments for his bandmates to finish off Kanya's case.

"Udah, so what's the info you want to give Nggit?" tanya Putra finally returned to Anggit.

"Gue got word in the alumni group. You see, in many languages Kanya is not in the group because no one has the number. Kanya used to be very popular, so many ask her."

"Almira don't love?"

"Yes, you know for yourself how Kanya is. Mana dares Almira gives people numbers carelessly. Almira will be hostile to Kanya for life. You're the one who has made him turn into a kayak now," Anggit accused of making Putra anxious. He doesn't want to be cornered anymore about Kanya.

"Yes, I'm an asshole. Are you all satisfied?"

"No, as long as you still have not moved on from Kanya also we will continue to tease you," said Arlan. "Pepper pizza cave. Anyone want to add anything else?"

"Gue wants a burger dong" Anggit replies to Arlan and forgets the Son who is waiting for the continuation of the story. They engaged in online food ordering transactions and completely ignored Putra's whereabouts.

"Monkey, I'm waiting for woi. Intentionally, you?" tanya Putra began to wrath because it was ignored by Anggit.

"Casual dong, I need to eat to smooth the story. Where's the money to pay for food?" palak Anggit without hesitation. Without rebutting, Putra took the wallet in his pants pocket and handed it all to the Nada Sumbang bassist. "It's so cute."

"Frequently find information about Kanya aja Nggit, so we can eat for free every day," Kelingkar Danu was greeted by other cheers. They increasingly teased the Son when they knew the man's expression.

"Yes, that's trus. Emang can most benefit you all," said Putra increasingly upset by the behavior of personnel Nada Sumbang. The house they had just occupied from today was also broken by laughter. "Woi, the game of Monkey's story."

"Yes, yeah. Audya says that there are still frequent rebellious contacts with Kanya. She must be the first one if Audya launches a new novel."

"What the hell is that? Long time so story."

"Prophe woi. Patient people loved by God. Because I'm sure Kanya doesn't love you. Let you be loved by God." Consider it more and more fun to seduce the Son and make the man throw a sofa pillow at him. Anggit laughs when catching a sofa pillow thrown by the Son. "The bottom line is, she knows where Kanya's apartment address is because she often sends novels to her ex-lo's."

"Seriously?"

"Yes why am I lying, Monkey."

"Where does Trus Kanya live?"

"I'll send WA, wait for the food to arrive. Look out, but if you go straight to where he is. Today we must practice again," Anggit warned considering the Son is not typical of people who are patient.

Evidently, the face of vocalist Nada Sumbang was suddenly lethargic when hearing Anggit's speech and certainly became another joke. Once their excitement seduces the Son until their laughter stops when the food order has arrived and continues when eating.