Indigos

Being

Angga was pensive on the city road where he was riding his motorcycle to drive to his home complex. Inside the glass helmet, Angga's face looks so gloomy that he doesn't even know he feels his chest tight, especially Angga can't predict why. But clearly the path of his life this month was covered with much destruction in his heart. Angga is indeed a strong figure, but if it is dependent on his past, he is able to become a different figure that is weak.

The Flashback

Anggara Vincent Kavindra, huh? Hahaha, I didn't expect us to meet again at High School. I know you don't remember my face, but my name still remembers.”

“What do you remember when we were SD first? You must remember, hahaha! Famous mentally ill student at Bakti school That student and also famous killer.”

“Seeing around, you are now quite different huh than before. Good looking, but dear ... your appearance is still cute!”

“Why do you diem? You are still the same as you used to be SD, mute man! Oh, are you scared of me?”

“Gue is not afraid of you! And quite lo despicable me with a mouth not qualified of that lo!”

“Lo already dare to play my snaps?! Did you forget where back then, you killed my best friend Zhendy?! I lost him because of elo, shithead!!”

Flashback Off

Angga tightened the two handlebars of his motorbike with his palm. Gerald's presence obliterated everything. But Angga was not afraid at all of Gerald's threats that he would ruin his life as much as Gerald did and Gerald would.

Angga's focus on riding his bike is only 20 percent, even though Angga's mind is half empty. Until finally unknowingly, there is a blue Megapro Honda motorcycle that has been following the Angga motorcycle. Until his arrival, the Megapro motorbike was boarded by two men with hair like a punk with purple and one was red, overtaking the Angga motorbike beside him. Although lost focus, but the Indigo Angga senses still light up and feel suspicious and have a bad feeling towards the two people who are on the big Honda motorcycle.

Just about to pull the motorcycle gas on the handlebar to avoid the two suspicious young men, with the establishment of the Megapro biker who has purple polish punk model hair, purple, kicking the body of the black Vario Angga motorbike firmly to make the balance of Angga on the motorbike disappear.

BRAKH !!!

Angga's motorbike fell on the asphalt very hard while Angga jumped agilely from his motorbike and it was not okay, he said, he even fell down strong as well until his body rolled tight forward until his head protected by his helmet hit the pavement nang on the roadside tread.

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Freya who finished arguing with Rani his mother in the phone until laughing, now the girl's phone screen he turned off and turned around to approach his girlfriend and her best friend. But when he returned, Freya did not see Angga there even around the square park whose streets were circular with breadth.

“Gerald, how are you alone here? Lah Angga, where? You know?” freya asked to look at her boyfriend and her eyeballs moved to look for the whereabouts of his little best friend.

Her lover, wearing a silver necklace around her neck, began to twist his body towards Freya whose eyeballs were still searching for the Angga that was completely now invisible in his eyes. “No idea, people are crazy like that why do you care.”

“Hah? What was my best friend?”

“Eh I mean maybe he has an interest, the money goes let alone not tell you.”

Just about to respond to Gerald's remarks, the pair hear gossip about Gerald that encourages even blasphemy his little friend Freya. Even though they don't know the name of the person Gerald was treating as unkind as before.

“Such a sensation, yes that guy. Udah handsome but even given insults not the same quality of men who wear the same necklace bracelet. Where's that guy with Korean-Japanese hair now gone, again. Definitely expelled or not he who can not stand the same depraved behavior.”

“If you see the guy who was as tall as the pole, the guy is patient and likes to give up, deh. Ih want me to have a guy like him, not like my doi who is now an ex,” response to a woman whose hair is in pigtails two on her friend.

“Oath the aura of the guy who was just now, radiated terjantengannya. If I had a boyfriend as handsome, he .. I'd hug kayak dekap guling.”

Freya frowned at the utterances of the two girls her age let alone the first speech. ‘Cowok whose hair looks like Korean-Japanese? That's not Angga, is it? How do they say they are encouraged by guys who wear necklaces and bracelets?? Time ... Gerald who is blasphemous as encouraged my best friend? Is it true?’

Freya looked seriously at Gerald who was only silent even though his heart was very emotional because because because Angga he became the subject of gossip is not good according to him. “Rald, what was Angga? What do you do that makes Angga go from the square park, you?”

Gerald gasped in shock then spontaneously stroked the soft white cheeks of Freya with a smile. “Now, Honey. I did not say it was the same Angga, he was the one who went straight away. I'm not that bad, kali. When you immediately believe the same thing their words? Do you trust the two women, or your boyfriend?”

Freya turned her pretty jelly face away from Gerald and looked at the two women who were still playing gossip with now whispering. ‘Most gosipan is not true and there are no proof facts. I think I was wrong, Gerald.’

Freya turned to look at Gerald back, looking at his green eyes. “I believe in you, Rald. Sorry yes, I was able to accuse you.”

“Not a problem, Honey. Yasudah yuk, we go somewhere else, here a lot of gossip. I hate the horror of it just ruining the ears.”

Freya laughed then nodded her head. Gerald then took his lover's hand to take him away from the square park. While on the way to the parking lot a little far from them stepped, Freya took the time to open her phone and check if anyone sent her a chat message

Freya leaned her head to the front of her HP screen because she saw someone sending a chat to her from 10:20 while the current hour has shown at 10:49

‘Eh, Angga send chat with me?’

Freya with her curious soul Angga sent what message for her, began to squeeze her contact Angga at the top to open it fully so that Freya knows what Angga said in the Chat application.

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...KAVINDRA ANGGARA...

[Kavindra Member]

Freya, I have a sudden business. I'm sorry for leaving you there with your boyfriend Gerald

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Freya had no intention to reply to a chat from Angga, her best friend, the girl just read it with her head filled with many questions to Angga who suddenly left. What sudden business? While both parents are still in the city of Semarang because of their duties in the office and only returned to the city of Jakarta in the next few months. Whether the opa and omana Angga came to his house, that is what Freya asked in her heart.

‘Why is Angga weird huh, today?’

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Angga held onto his right leg with a groan coming out of his mouth despite being very slow, the young man's head turned slightly towards the motorcyclist Megapro matic who had dropped his motorbike and he who made himself lying on the road next to the sidewalk after his helmet hit the sidewalk. They smiled at the devil because they managed to make Angga fall like this.

“Who are they?”

“Yes God, Son! You are okay?! Come here slowly wake up,” said sincere middle-aged man who is quick to help Angga.

While the 25-year-old adult man was setting up the Angga motorbike after lying on the asphalt road. Even now Angga is surrounded by many people ranging from teenagers, adults, to the elderly. Angga then removed the helmet from his head with a face expression enduring the pain he was receiving.

Instantly when the young man in brown T-shirt oblong short sleeves with black jacket coated blangko, the teenage girls who saw Angga immediately fascinated and stunned by the appearance of the perfect look of Angga's face let alone the style of his hair style like a Japanese-Korean man.

“Wah, anyjay! What a handsome guy who had that accident!! Her hair looks like a movie star, let alone her face, gilaaaa!!” girang excited one of the girls whose hair rolled beautifully neatly.

“Starting to frat again frenzy if you squirm cogan, uh remember do not like the white guy first, later if it turns out he already has a girlfriend, there is no chance for you. Not maybe it's a handsome guy he doesn't have a partner, it must have been,” reprimand women with feminine appearance along with his hijab.

“Gue is also his affair is okay, really. My stupid time with your words, I swear he made me crazy. Come be my girlfriend, handsome.”

“Girls don't fuck! Hoot down, lo! Yakali lo want to be his affair, his sins are countless, bego!” sarcas irritated his friend who had a long wavy hairstyle and then toyed with the head of the friend who spoke arbitrarily because he had been hypnotized on the handsome face of the handsome young man he looked at.

“Walah, Mom! Who tried to make it an accident, really! Uh but, didn't anyone get hurt? Such an injury?” ask the tambun man who checked the condition of Angga.

Angga shook his head. “I'm still fine, Uncle. Thank you for helping me.”

The girl whose hair was rolled was more and more fascinated because of her attitude Angga who responded to the fat man. “What's the lack of that guy? It was polite, plus a baritone voice. Truly sweet, ahahahay!”

“Lu think she's singing again?!” His friend shook his head to see the character of the girl increasingly rampant.

Angga then slowly began to rise up even though his right leg felt very painful when moved. Good-natured men and middle-aged men are the first to help Angga, simultaneously wake up from his squat and help the 17-year-old so as not to have trouble standing.

“Nak, are you sure you can still ride your bike? Your circumstances are a little impossible, you know. How about I take you to the hospital, to get her leg checked out. I'm afraid that in your leg suffered injury due to an accident earlier.”

“No need, Sir. I don't want to bother you, anyway my legs just sprained,” Angga response politely with a thin smile.

A 12-year-old boy picked up Angga's helmet below and the boy stepped closer to the high school boy. “Kakak, this is the helmet left behind.”

Angga turned to the side with his head slightly lowered down which the boy was shorter. With a generous smile, Angga accepted it and thanked him. While the adult man who was turning on the Vario Angga motorbike engine with a key, fortunately the engine did not die even not a problem in the slightest.

“Awet really motor, lucky that there is nothing damaged in your motor part. Be careful yes, the ride also drives it,” said his friendly and then get away from his motor Angga.

Angga then put his helmet on the head not forgetting to install a helmet hook to be safe. With the cleft step, Angga approached his motorbike which had been standardized by the adult man earlier. The girl whose hair was rolled was sad and disappointed that the man whose good looks were emanating was about to leave this place.

“Alah, he wants to go!” The girl was determined to approach Angga who had been riding his motorcycle.

But there was a friend who had pulled his head and now pulled tight his friend's hand to make the girl who had been hypnotized on the good looks of Angga her steps back and forth. “Lo what to do?! Here aja!”

“Gue wants to know the handsome guy, same as ask for his WhatsApp contact number!”

“Stress lo, yes! Why do you ask for WhatsApp contact numbers he all?! Shame to know, right?! You are here just the same we both, mending you urusin aja alja Aldi next class. He's a crush that you hope to carry a dream.”

“Udah other heart, I!”

A graceful feminine girl who wears a robe with a hijab nang cover her aura, just pat her forehead without commenting anything to serve her friend.

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It was seen that Lucas the Freya father was justifying his car that was in trouble until the middle-aged man required to open the hood of the car to check if there was damage to the cables connected to each other. On the other hand, the neighboring children of Agra and Andrana have returned home and now turn off the engine of the motor and get off his Honda matic vehicle.

In front of the black gate, Angga held back his right leg which suddenly felt pained, even though there were absolutely no severe injuries there. But he still tried to hold it before he managed to herd his motorbike into the terrace of the house. The independent young man standard-kan motor then approached the gate with limp footsteps.

“Angga?!”

Angga, who was about to open the gate in half, came to a halt due to a call from Lucas running behind him. “Ngga, why are your legs the same?! How is the road limping so??”

Angga grinned and confused he had to answer what to Lucas who seemed worried about his current situation. But he had no choice but to answer them as they were. “Angga, accident exhausted, Om.”

Lucas' eyes widened in shock at the answer from Angga who now the young man held back his legs that it was even more painful because it was too long standing. “Yes Allah Gusti! How can you, son?! Accident where?!”

“On the turnstile where you want to go to the stop and Permata complex, Om. But Angga is okay, kok.”

“No why?! You just get to the pain while holding your feet like that. Still, Freya hasn't come home? Are you the one who just came home?”

Angga smiled faintly. “Iya, Om. Freya was still there with her boyfriend. Angga came home because he did not want to disturb the time of the two of them.”

Lucas clucked then he raised his right hand Angga and then Lucas embraced on his nape to help him into the house. “Ayo, Om help you get into dalem. Later your bike let Om dribble to the porch of your house. No rejection yes, Ngga?”

“Iya, Om ..” resigned Angga.

After that, Lucas memapah Angga walk into the gate of the house as well as in his house that he had opened just now with the key nang Angga gave earlier. And inside, Lucas continued to lead the handsome young man up to a long sofa chair to sit him down slowly.

“Shortly yes, Ngga. Om enter first your bike to the terrace. You better rest just so that his leg pain can heal.”

“Thanks, Om.”

“Sama-sama.” Lucas then turned back and came out of the quiet Angga house to enter the man's motor vehicle which had been accidentally accident by the blue Megapro motorcyclist.

Angga began to straighten his right leg while his left leg was still in the position he was bending normally. His back he rests on the back of his comfortable sofa, today was exhausting. Meet people who are in his past plus the accident he experienced even though it was the act of the young man style hair style punk with purple.

Who are the two of them? Why did he do that to Angga to make Angga have an accident even though only a small accident? Even Angga himself did not recognize who they were, unfortunately also the morning before noon this handsome young man was unable to activate the path of vision in his inner eyes.

Indigo To Be Continued ›››