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He's Not Just a Prison, But Math and Language

Renjana Kanya's

I was lost because I dared to dare to enter a prison that is notoriously creepy around the world. Alcatraz. A place where high-class criminals like Al Capone, the American gangster who led the era of banning crime syndicates, languish behind his cold bars. Robert Franklin Stroud, nicknamed the bird man of Alcatraz.

Not only creepy, Alcatraz is also claimed to be the prison with the highest level of security. Almost no one can escape. But that doesn't mean no one has ever tried. Inmates who try to escape end up losing their lives. Shot or die in the waves.

As for me, without weapons and any preparations dare to challenge him. Entering every labyrinth that is elongated and dark, to make me lost. There is no way to get back to help. Alcatraz has imprisoned me through the look of our eyes and lips that meet.

I should have refused when Araz pushed my body. But I can't help but feel a passionate longing. He pushed my body to the bed behind us. Araz's hot breath touched the open skin of my neck. Her lips are still locking my lips. Sharing long-suffering consequences of not meeting.

Araz's kiss is deep. Even his hand was shrewdly stroking my neck. Stirring the bottom of my stomach until it feels tingly. No, this sensation should not be continued. I have made enough unforgivable mistakes. Before completely losing consciousness, I pushed the man's body with all my might.

The look we met. Araz's face looks sorry as he looks at me.

"I'm sorry, Kanya," he said shortly after consciousness took hold of us.

I smiled weakly at her words. It's not that I don't want that kiss, but. Argh, I'm embarrassed to say it.

Before the demon managed to tempt us again, I asked Araz to die in the room. The man simply nodded and patted the tip of my head before leaving. He even had time to kiss my forehead and make my heart lose its rhythm.

"Jeez Kanya, you're crazy! You don't even know the place and play back Araz's kiss!" my meaning to myself. After Araz came out of Arez's room.

I rolled my body in a brown-flavored blanket mixed with mint. Aroma. Heh, now my brain is only filled with that man's name. Though my purpose here is to find out the truth about Arez. But I was actually trapped in a prison known as the rock.

My face's warming. Remembering again the warm kiss, ah. it was more fitting to be called hot - which we just did. Araz's lips are still on my lips. God, why can't I forget?

If you remember, I am not a person who falls in love easily. Since breaking up with Putra, I have no interest in dating anymore. Although several times involved dating that will end three days later. One week at most. They decided to leave, because I did not open my heart easily.

With Arez was more appropriate if called amazed. I never had the desire to continue with him as a lover or as a life partner. Arez was just a friend who taught her another thumping feeling and shared a kiss. Yes, a kind of bend in the road that is only straight and long.

But with Araz I taught the complexity of life that I did not yet understand. About her as the whole of Araz, about Arez being aware of her existence in my life, as well as her family who had no line of resemblance at all to the man.

Maybe Araz forgot, but I still remember that guy told me about his mother who was from Korea. From his mother he inherited narrow eyes that would disappear when smiling. From his mother's face was obtained. But when I met his parents I did not find any resemblance to them. Not with his mother, not with his father. I actually saw Arez's face on the two old men who greeted me warmly earlier.

What exactly happened? I'm sure Araz isn't part of this family. Although some photos of the man are displayed in the cold living room and family room. Reinforced with family photos that photograph the moments of the four of them. But the more I looked, the less I found any resemblance. Especially when you show an album full of photos of Arez alone. Without Araz.

"It turns out you're not just a scary prison, but a math problem that's hard to solve. I don't like math at all. Sucks. It is complicated and it must take precision and patience to finish it. Why keep convoluted anyway? You're math, but it's also a language that has a thousand meanings even if it's just one clause."

Not without reason I call it that. It is a prison, as the name implies. If you do not know him, maybe people will consider him a cold figure, not much to say, also authoritative.

But prison is not always scary, right? There was still a little warmth to be found. Bonds between the same fate as the cover, the day of family visits and such.

So did Alcatraz. He was a cold figure as well as warm simultaneously. His name also really matches the image attached to him.

Heh, even I don't know how I can equate it with math. Those complicated questions. I hated him half to death. Maybe even until now. It was also what made me study in the Indonesian Literature department in order to avoid the affairs of numbers and mathematics.

Although in reality learning language and literature is not as easy as it seems. Just like Araz. It means so much with just one clause. He responded to me with a single question word. Whahuh?

"What?"

Yeah, wha? That was all he said while looking at me. I want to hear more about him. About Araz. Did he never feel how unpleasant it was to be hung by something uncertain?

"I just want to know where Arez is, Mas. There are so many sorry words I can't say. Please meet me with Arez. He's all right, isn't he? He's not Mas Araz's dead brother, is he?"

"Her... "

"Where are Arez now, can't we really find him now?"

"You won't be able to argue with Mom or Dad, Kanya, we'll go together tomorrow."

"You're not playing games with me, are you?" my question is full of search.

"You can think of me as playing you, Kanya. But they're both the sincere people I've known." He took a deep breath before continuing his sentence. "I've put Arez's seat on the bed. Sori, I'm out first. You can rest a while."

"What, besides math and language, is Mas Araz also history deflected? Why is it so hard to understand Araz? I'm..."

...want to know about Mas Araz as a whole. With nothing to hide. I continue my words in my heart. There was nothing I could do but hug her back with tears streaming down her cheeks.