Junna and Rhine

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CIGITT!

A Cross Country bike with Full Suspension in red stops right in front of a two-story house with a minimalist concept equipped with a garden full of flowers and is only limited by a small fence made of black stainless steel as the dividing sign of the house next to it. The owner of the bike is none other than Junna, a seventeen-year-old girl who is currently sitting on the bench of XII class at TA College High School, an elite Private High School in one corner of Jakarta. With a short-sleeved light blue shirt with her school emblem logo on the pocket of her left breast pocket, the plain red bow-shaped tie is perfectly matched with the red and blue combination plaid skirt and the scruffy dark blue socks and black pantofel shoes make it look sweet. The sweat on his forehead showed that he had just struggled with all his might to travel a considerable distance from school to his home. Unlike usual, he who always goes directly into his house without caring about the surrounding environment, is currently fixated on paying attention to the house next to his house.

Since when is the house next door filled with people? But good, at least the haunted house is one more! Junna Mumbled. His eyeballs followed the movements of several couriers who were busy moving items from inside the large wingbox parked in front of the house and brought them into the house.

The housing complex where Junna is very quiet. How not, given how far the distance between one neighbor and another neighbor. This is because the cluster of each house has a large enough land area of 700 meters with a building area of approximately 500 meters. The number of blocks of each type of house is very limited, namely there are only four house buildings separated by complex highways and rarely seen people passing by, making the housing get the nickname housing complex phantoms. Though the complex is one of the luxury housing complexes with the highest security standards in its class. It is natural Junna wonder why there are people who choose to live right next to his house which in fact is the rearmost cluster of the entrance of the housing, while there are still many choices of empty homes that can be purchased and lived with a location closer to the entrance gate of housing.

"Eh, Mama's son has come home," Nadia's voice, the sweet Mama girl's disperse the real endless thoughts that pervade in her daughter's brain.

"Ma, is there a new neighbor?" Junna asked as she guided her beloved bicycle which was the sixteenth birthday present from her Papa into her home garage.

"Yes, the guy's handsome, like an artist!" Nadia said. "Maybe just like you. Yeah, a little older..."

"Not interested at all! I already have Ega, so there's no time to look at other guys!" Junna answered short and chuckle. He immediately went into the house and laid his body on a creamy sofa in the living room. "Duh, tired, if likened to a kerosene stove, my brain today is not only fiery but also smoky after a repeat of the day earlier," Sometimes he massaged his forehead reducing the wrinkles of stress he experienced.

"But it can be done well, right?"

"Of course!" Junna said steadily and confidently. "It won't disappoint Mom and Dad anyway."

"Junna, today I'm cooking your favorite potato cheese scotel and red bean soup..."

Nadia walks into the kitchen and gets busy again struggling with the cuisine she is making. Not Forgot Bi Imah, her domestic assistant helped.

"Oh yeah? Fun!!" Junna excitedly stood up from her seat and walked towards the dining table that was located adjacent to the kitchen. "It just so happens that my stomach has been a concert from earlier asking to be filled. The concert mending was good, the people sounded KRUYUUK... KRUYUUK. That's Ma, hehehe..."

"Based on Mama's child this one can ask for forgiveness," Nadia smiled and brought her cooking to the dining table. "What if you become a sister?"

"Yes, automatically so no longer spoiled dong Ma..," Junna approached Mama who was pregnant for 8 months. He rubbed his enlarged mother's stomach. "Daddy, if you're born, I'll be a good brother to you!" His words are full of spirit.

"Junna, later when you're done eating, Mama asked for help to deliver this food next to ya," Nadia put two plastic lunch boxes with high quality cheese potato scotel and red bean soup.

"HUUK! Uhuk-uhuk!" Junna who was busy chewing food in her mouth suddenly choked after hearing her mother's request. He immediately took a glass of mineral water next to him and immediately drank it. "Anyway?! You mean to the new neighbor Ma?"

"Yes, my dear, who are our neighbors? This housing is the residents are far away, only we and the new neighbor are close, pity he lives alone," Nadia said in a calm and flat tone of voice. "Not knowing that your rather anti-social father is the reason we live in a place that is a bit rubbed like this. But that doesn't mean we're also anti-social, right? Besides it's not wrong also why we live here because the environment is still quiet and safe, the air is also good for health."

"Yes, because it was too rubbed, I was forced to go to school on a bike and travel the distance of 5 km to my calf big like a tara bogor!" Junna said.

"Eh this child..," Unfinished Nadia nagged, Junna had taken a thousand steps out of the house while carrying two boxes of food ordered by her Mama for her new neighbor.

"Fiiuuh, almost got spray Mama..," Junna who managed to get out of the house sighed while wiping her sweat with her palm. After adjusting the rhythm of his breathing that had been irregular to normal again, he immediately darted to his new neighbor's house.

TING-TONG! TING-TONG!

Junna pressed the right bell button attached next to the door of the house.

"Yes for a minute!" Shouts from inside the house.

TING-TONG! TING-TONG!

The girl who felt unresponsive began to run out of patience. He pushed the bell a few times.

"Yes for a minute," This time the owner of the house was completely out of the house. When the door opens, super-fussy and pretentious Junna starts putting up the act to greet her new neighbor.

"Hello new neighbor, today my mom cooked a cheese potato scotel and red bean soup, so Mama told me to take this for you as an introductory greeting from us," Without any obvious points and commas, no, Junna, who was so excited, did not realize that he was talking like an express train that never stopped except at certain stations. It seems that he is trying to get along. Actually the action is understandable because he who has not had a neighbor for a long time can finally have it. He was not only busy talking without giving the new neighbor the opportunity to start the conversation but also less attention to detail who the new neighbor was. "My mama said you live alone so my mama doesn't have the same heart as you. Eaten yes, my mom's cooking is delicious..."

"Oh, uh, thank you.." The owner of the house received the box containing the food Junna brought with him with a slight hesitation.

"Sama-sama," Junna then regained her senses and began to pay attention to the details of the man she had been talking to unilaterally. When she was fully conscious, Junna suddenly stared. His speech procedures that were originally very fast suddenly changed drastically to stammer like a child of Kindergarten who had just learned to spell.

"Eng..,ka.yak..happ...a..a...a...rus...pu...lang...se....ka....rang...deh...," Junna immediately turned her body and turned her back to the man. He walked as fast as he could to leave the new inhabited house. It seems he knows very well who the person who became his new 'NEIGHBOR' is...

"Campus me! Know who I am" the man hit himself in the head with his right hand. "Damn! It's hard to find a strategic place like this, cook has to move again?" He complained while ruffling his hair.

Meanwhile Junna who was very panicked, immediately ran inside her house and subconsciously slammed the door hard.

BLAM!

"Junna, that door should not be slammed so dong dear," Nadia who was busy reading a magazine while listening to classical music in the middle room tingled to comment. "Pity the door every time you are upset or angry must be part of the impact you slam on, how is the new neighbor? Didn't you say our new neighbor's mom is an artist?"

"Oh Mama...., not like an artist anymore.. but she is really an artist Ma!!!" Junna, who has since returned home from her new neighbor's house, still endured the turmoil of her emotions, involuntarily explodes when she asks about the object that made her emotional. He forgot his hungry stomach.

"Lho, it's good if you're a neighbor.., oh no, your new friend is an artist, meaning if you want to ask for an autograph on the street dong next door," Nadia who does not know the reason Junna suddenly emotion still casually talking while flipping through the pages of the magazine she read.

"What's so good about Ma?! He's the Rhine! The famous narcissist who asked for forgiveness Ma! Oh my God... yesterday I had a dream so I could have a neighbor of the Rhine?!" Junna said in frustration.

"Are you stressed out anyway?" Nadia who saw her daughter looked stressed frowned with a look of wonder.

"My beloved mother, the thing is the creature..."

"Junna Man," Errata Nadia to improve the girl's grammar. He does not want his son to forget manners when communicating with older people.

"Well that's Ma, I don't like it when he's our neighbor!"

"It's a pity..., you better save your energy to learn because Mama sure in your bag that is placed on the sofa there is a lot of PR that you have to finish, right?" Nadia smilingly pointed towards Junna's purple magenta back bag. He tried to dampen his child's emotions by shifting the subject. "Some of it you feel at home, yes, wear a uniform that smells of sweat and sun? Ooo..., Mama knows..., you hurried back home because you got caught smelly huh?"

"Ukh...," Junna grumbled in anger at being defeated in an argument with his mother and he also did not want to be labeled as an ungodly child for speaking impolitely. "Yes.iya...i know!"

With a heavy heart Junna picked up her bag and immediately climbed the stairs to her room on the second floor. Along the way to his room, all he did was complain inwardly.

Why should he be my neighbor??? O Lord, You are not testing your weak servant...

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