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Chapter 35's

"Hello, Dav," said Bara.

"Lo come with you? This is Willy nantangin lo," Davin said.

Bara who was lying still with a basketball uniform attached to his body is now sitting. He's very upset with Willy, the guy always wants to win against him. Until justifying all means so that he can participate in wild racing, the article has almost four months he stopped and the man told people to beat him and his best friend.

"Gue tagged along," Bara broke up, he didn't want Alvin to get hit by Willy's group until the hospital reoccur. He did not want his other friends to be victims.

After the connection was cut off, Bara stepped into the bathroom to clean herself up. It did not take long, he was ready with a black shirt and a leather jacket attached to his body. Bara snatched the key of his favorite motorcycle on the nightstand, then walked down the stairs to the ground floor.

As usual, the condition of his house was empty, empty of leaping. Bara smiled, saying home is the place to go home. But in fact, in the eyes of the house which is usually considered warm now feels cold. It was so cold that there was no place for him to go home. There was no warm welcome when he returned home, only a lonely coldness.

"Where is Den Bara going? The big master came home tonight" said Bi Rumi, Bara's housekeeper and caregiver since childhood.

Bara's legs were about to leave the house and his steps stopped, as he caught the voice of the middle-aged woman right behind him. He turned around, his face turned cold.

"Oh, it turns out that the man still remembers coming home" whispered Bara cynically. "Tell the man, Bara again goes. I'm not going home tonight."

After saying that, Bara walked to the garage to approach the favorite black motorbike. Then put forward his motorbike leaving the yard of the house. Amid the cold night air, he was splitting the dense streets of the capital.

Bara stopped his motorbike when he recognized the woman sitting alone at the stop. His eyebrows are confused, why did Bianca come home part time this late? He took off his full face helmet, then got off the bike.

"Bianca," said Bara, his hand slapped the top of the woman's head, staring at the phone.

Bianca looked up, her almond eyes ringing with Bara's gray eyes. "Bara, you why in—"

"Lo just got home from work part time, Bi? " asked Bara, he took a seat next to the woman.

Bianca nodded. "Yes, Bar."

"Busway clock does not exist. Come on, I'll take you to Indekos," take Bara half forcefully.

"Eh, there's no need. I've ordered a gojek," refused Bianca while shaking her hands.

Bara snorted, he grabbed a flat object in Bianca's hand. His two thumbs nimbly pressed the keypad on the phone screen. "It." Bara handed back Bianca's phone. "Gue is off. Later I transfer the cost of the gojek, so will not ngerugiin Mr. gojek."

"Lo's coming home with me now. I'm not going to let you go home at night on a gojek, danger," continued Bara, he put on a Bianca helmet.

Bianca had no other choice but to go home with Bara, the man was very stubborn. It is useless that he refused. Suddenly a warm feeling surrounded his upper body.

"Wear my jacket, the night air is not healthy. I don't want you to get sick" Bara said, the man was already sitting on his motorcycle seat.

"But, lo later sa—"

Bara. "Gue won't hurt, you need that jacket more than I do. Rise, Bi."

Bianca let out a long sigh, again she chose according. After wearing a leather jacket, he sat in the back seat of the man's motorcycle. Not long after, Bara's black motorbike drove through the streets of the capital.

"Still, Bar," said Bianca as Bara's black sports bike stopped just in front of his index gate.

Bianca handed the white helmet over to Bara. As if remembering something, he reopened his voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't watch basketball." Even though Bianca has apologized via Whatsapp, but still she feels bad.

"It's okay, Bi," Bara replied as she slowly scrambled the woman's brunette. "Well, if so I'll take it out."

"Eh, wait. It's your jacket...."

"Lo take it first," cut Bara then pass with his black motorbike.

Bianca goes into indecos, deserted. There was only Rian who was busy with a laptop in the lounge. "Bang," said Bianca.

"gig, Bi. Tumben came home very late, I think you are staying at the cement house again," Rian said back, while staring at his younger brother at a glance.

"There was a bustling bakery, eating it home at night," Bianca's alibi. "If I go upstairs, yeah, bang." After saying goodbye, he rushed to the top floor, where his index room was located.

Bianca put the bag on the study table, then she dropped herself on the bed. Today was very tiring, caring for the man was quite draining. He raised his right hand, his eyes staring at the index finger still wrapped in plaster with a picture of a blue dinosaur given by Arsen. His chest rumbled back.

Suddenly Bianca remembered Arsen, who was holding a parcel from Fara, again upset her. I don't know why he doesn't. He should not feel that way, because he has agreed to Fara's request to become a Matchmaker.

And because the feeling of annoyance was unclear, Bianca forgot to thank Arsen. Suddenly an idea came to my head. He will make provisions for the man as an apology. But, what is Arsen's favorite food besides cheesecake?

Bianca: Sen, what is your favorite food?

Error: Why?

Bianca: I want to make you stock tomorrow.

Mr. Galak : You're done with something, huh? You were angry not clear, now suddenly attention.

Bianca: Don't geer, I made you a gift as a token of gratitude. A week ago you already accompanied me in Surabaya with your mother.

Erratic Sir: Oh. Whatever, you want to bring what supplies. I love all your cooking. After class meet me in the room, we eat together there.

Bianca stared at her phone with a corner of her lips drawn, knowing Arsen liked her homemade cooking to warm her heart. When he first made food for Arsen, the man refused. He even accused her of putting poison into food.

***

Bianca this morning woke up early, before Rana, Rian and the other indecent children entered the kitchen, she immediately monopolized first. Both of his hands moved nimbly to and fro struggling with kitchen tools and cooking ingredients. A wide smile seemed to adorn her sweet face. The man's message was still clearly stored in his head.

Smelling the aroma of cooking from the direction of the kitchen, Rana was still in a nightgown and disheveled hair came over. "What cooking, Bi?"

"Eh, Brother Rana. This is cooking for lunch, "reply Bianca without taking her eyes off the lunchbox in hand.

"Tumben really makes provisions," said Rana, the woman took cold water in the refrigerator.

Bianca put the box in her bag. "Pengin only, long time no make. Yes, if so I go to college, Brother Ran," said Bianca, before Rana interrogated him further.

***

"Bi" whispered Abel, elbowing Bianca's arm.

Bianca who was focusing on the note and explanation of Bu Aerin in front now fled her gaze to the side where her best friend was. "What?" reply short, then back to struggling with pencil and binder at the table.

"Lo face today bling-bling really, like won the door prize. Lo why? The same story I, but yesterday the urgency is not clear," explained Abel as he said his best friend's right arm was anxious.

"Kepo," replied Bianca briefly with a tattered voice. Abel rolled his eyes.

The class was over, Bianca glanced at the watch in her left hand. The clock still shows at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. Since there was no class anymore, Bianca decided to go to Arsen's room.

"Where are you going? In a hurry" asked Abel. "Bi .. before going to the fierce apartment, let me first. I saw yesterday there was a big-gedean shirt discount, my hedon soul thrashed."

Bianca wants to actually accompany her best friend, but she already has an appointment with Arsen. This is an opportunity to redeem gratitude to the man, Bianca does not want to owe anyone else. Including Arsen, the man was quite calculating.

"Bi, actually I want you to. But I have the promise of sama—" Bianca did not have time to continue her words, Abel raised both his hands to the chest.

"Stop, I know. You have an appointment with Mr. Arsen, right? I just ngeh now, pantesan face lo bling-bling really today. I guess the fierce one hasn't come home from Bali yet," cut Abel followed by a teasing smile, "it's gone there, ntar the mad girlfriend waiting for you."

Bianca's cheeks are blushing, she's beating slowly. "What, anyway, Bel! She's not my boyfriend."

"It doesn't mean it hasn't, does it? Be sure— again"

"Shut up," said Bianca, "rather than the horror of your words that digress everywhere, I pull yes." He got up from the chair, then walked out of the classroom waving at his best friend.

Before going to Arsen's room, Bianca took out the supply box she had prepared from the index. His smile expanded, he lightly stepped into the man's room. After looking to the right and to the left to make sure that the situation was safely under control, Bianca knocked on the brown-painted door in front of her.

Htc .. tok .. tok....

"Pak Arsen" call Bianca, but there is no word.

Htc .. tok .. tok....

I do not know how many minutes he stood in front of the man's room, but Arsen did not open the door or even ordered himself to enter. Bianca pushed the door in front of her, her mouth constantly gawking not finding the man she was looking for. Where's Arsen? It's lunchtime soon.

Bianca walks down the corridor with a shunt, is it better to wait for Arsen in the apartment? Why didn't he just call that guy. Bianca reached into her bag, looking for that flat object. But he had not found his phone yet, he was surprised by the view in front of him.

Arsen, the man she had been looking for a few minutes ago was chatting with Fara. The ferocious one seemed to laugh loosely when he was with the woman. His chest returned pain, this time it felt more tight. Should he be happy Fara is close to Arsen, he does not have to bother getting the woman closer to the fierce one. But why does it hurt so much. Bianca wanted to turn her body away, but her legs were too stiff.

Puk! Suddenly a pat on the shoulder shocked Bianca.

"Bianca," called out to someone with a very familiar voice in her ear.