Indigos

revealed 1

"Hope sometimes does not always happen as desired. Therefore, I am lazy to hope."

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Jean nodded. "Continue, now what's going on?"

“Exercise, we need to set your tone so that it fits the music.” Jean raised her eyebrows hearing Aris' words.

“What song?”

“The four of us agreed on Shawn Mendes Hold On for the same race as Chen's Beautiful Goodbye song for the opening of the pension,” Kaisha replied.

“Oh.”

Nino smiled strangely. “Lo definitely doesn't know the song.”

“Ha?” Jean slum. “Lo times who do not know,” reply sharp. One thing, Jean doesn't like to be underestimated.

Rega who understood the situation began to heat up immediately plucked his bass strings to distract. “When to start?”

Nino and Aris begin to take up positions, while Kaisha places herself in the only remaining seat. Jean looked at the view. “Gue sits where?”

“The seats are only four,” Nino said.

“Pake my seat aja Je,” bargain Rega but Jean shook her head slowly, refused.

The girl pulled down next to the corner of her lips, rewinded her body until she leaned against the wall. Seeing how they started playing instruments, Kaisha sang Hold On.

Rega occasionally glanced with an apologetic smile, but Jean paid no attention. Part of him was thinking, what exactly is he standing here for while the vocalist position is still held Kaisha?

Some of them are back in the past. In silence, Jean felt something familiar infiltrate her heart. Jean closed her eyes, not again.

*

After the rehearsal - which Jean couldn't actually call practice because she was just a silent observer - coincided with the bell coming home, the ponytailed girl stepped into the crowded corridor with a relaxed crowd, even the upperclassman who happened to pass by with his entourage got an eyebrow greeting by Jean.

But the girl's steps then stopped when something felt piercing the inside of her stomach. Ah, when the time is not right, his mind then with the usual steps, Jean continued to walk until he arrived at his class which was only a few people.

“Why do you Je? Granny disease?” tanya Miko looked at Jean's stooped path.

“Gue kebelet.” After picking up her bag, Jean immediately darted away from Miko and some of the students who were carrying out the picket class.

“Sorry-sorry.” Jean sped back, before her arms felt pulled back strong enough to make her stagger back.

“Aaan anyway?” jean's voice unconsciously rose by an octave.

Aris standing staring expressionlessly, “Deal.”

Jean nodded in understanding and told the young man to immediately take his vehicle because the pain had increasingly pierced his stomach.

On the way home, Jean tried to dampen the ringing from her mouth until cold sweat began to drench her sweet face. Aris was silent only after Jean unceremoniously mentioned her address since school.

Unknowingly, Jean clings her forehead to Aris's back - which is riding at a normal speed - as the pain from her stomach grows.

Through the rearview, the young man glanced at his passenger with furrowed brows. "Lo don't look for opportunities,” hiss Aris sharp.

“Who is looking for an opportunity,” objected Jean but his forehead remained attached until Aris stopped the speed of his motorbike at a boarding house.

“Still.”

Jean immediately darted open the boarding gate that looked locked from the inside. “Kak Qia! Brother Dena! Open the gate please!”

There is no lawfulness.

“Mbak Tika!” call the owner of the hostel but again no one answered.

Jean again tried to open the gate, but the running sweat made her hands slippery. Aris who was still on his motorcycle started to step down to approach the girl who was cursing while still trying the gate.

“Lo don't bring backup key?” Aris's flat voice made Jean turn.

“Ngapain lo still here?”

“Ngeliatin moron shouted,” reply cynical. “Which spare key?”

“Kalo I have, I will not scream like a moron!” jean said while normalizing the expression.

“Why lo?” It seems that Aris is getting sensitive to the hunchback condition plus the pale face of the girl before him.

“My disease, I think.”

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