Last For Forever

The terror?

In a matter of minutes the clock will stop at the number eleven exactly. The cycle of the vehicle intersections began to stretch, making Billar skillfully play his motorbike meandering while laughing. I don't know how many times, Lesti hit his back as a result of this joke.

For a moment Billar stopped the action, after a few minutes Billar again did the same thing. In addition to entertaining himself, Billar wanted to really feel close to Lesti from various sides.

“Billar! What if it falls?” snapped Lesti.

“Yes if it falls down, time up,” joked Billar, whinyesan.

“Billar, I'm serious! I don't like it!” snapped Lesti, again.

Billar stopped his action and laughed in satisfaction while Lesti was very upset over what he was doing. Lesti did not finish thinking, why did he do things that could harm himself and others? Instead of being cool, it even looks pretentious as if it has nine lives.

“Gue is sorry, anyways diem mulu. Why the hell?” ask Billar.

“Nothing,” reply.

“Do not cover up the problem by saying nothing, just open, who knows I can help. Except if the problem is because of my proximity to lo, obviously if that I refuse raw,” explained Billar. “Come stories,” he continued.

“Kalo lo can stifling accusations, what will you do?” asked Lesti, after thinking whether he needed to reveal the DM or let it go.

“Again not disrupt my life, the same away from the word facts, justin aja. It is time for humans to play many roles. There's a smooth front but a minus in the back. There is good in front, but bad in back. It has become a cycle in this day and age.” Billar's gaze focused on the streets, with the speed of the motor he lowered to enjoy the trip. “Emang lo accused of what?” continued.

“Now, I feel in between the facts and no,” reply Lesti as necessary.

“Lo apologise, even if the accused do not understand as if you have apologized,” Billar said.

After that the two were busy with their respective thoughts, until they arrived in front of a simple house. Billar gasped as Rahman was waiting on the front porch with a cigarette and a cup of coffee.

Lesti immediately ran to greet her father and entered the house just like that. While Billar after the greeting, he sat side by side with his father Lesti. Before starting the conversation Billar fix his seat to feel more comfortable.

“Sorry sir, a little late a few minutes because we took the road a little far away,” said Billar with a slow pangs at the end of his sentence.

“Nothing, why Lesti?”

“So I talked to him, there were accusations that kept him tight, but, I don't know what and who accused him,” explained Billar.

Rahman turned to Billar. “You want to coffee too?” bargained for.

“No sir, I want to say goodbye now,” reply Billar while rising from his seat and again yelp Rahman. “Assalamualaikum.”

“Wa Alaikumsalam.”

O0O

Lesti threw his body on the mattress, blowing all tired against this soft object. Again Billar's words made his chest full, dissolved in it. Indeed DM it does not make him disturbed, but the word ‘munafik’ that stuck there is quite sharp in his heart. Lesti hopes this is just a prankster.

In this instant, Lesti turned his mind to whatever he had gone through with Billar. Today is almost perfect if without the presence of DM it. Where at first he strongly objected to the same punishment Billar, and unexpectedly the man instead made the punishment taste sweet and.

This makes Lesti want to quickly meet Billar again, want to re-explore this colorful universe. Lesti checked back the photos Billar shot one by one. The man is a professional photographer, the shots are very satisfying.

Lesti smiled as the next slide showed a photo of herself with Billar, ah the smile Billar emanated from the photo was very contagious. It's really amazing. The universe is laughing regretting the act of non-acceptance close to Billar. Depressing.

Lesti's gaze turned to the circular object in his right hand that was crimped together with the Son's bracelet. The beautifully carved wooden clock bears an early witness to their true story.

“Billar Aswindra.” That's how a piece of the name is plastered on his Instagram account.

The shadow disappears, rotating pointing to the event where the Son expresses his feelings. The bespectacled man managed to make him freeze silently, surrounded by confusion, and erratic thump. There was a beam of sadness as he replied to what he was expressing, with a breath he left it. The smile that looked sincere at that time, turned stiff on this night.

Lesti closed his eyes, trying to put an end to everything that possessed his mind. His body rolled here and there looking for the most comfortable pedestal to support him. Hoping that tonight's dream doesn't concern what happened today, the dream fairy must take her all the way from there.

It didn't take many minutes, the dream fairy brought Lesti's soul to a land in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully in the land Lesti did not meet Billar or the Son. The country looks so beautiful and colorful. Lesti did not want to waste and turn this dream into a dream that he did not expect. Lesti ran over with a big smile there.

A butterfly became his target, and took him to two places side by side. The butterfly flew into a blue-dominated building, and entered. Whereas Lesti gasped as a human silhouette was caught in by his eyes. His feet stepped up to approach the silhouette, but something threw him in the arm and fell into someone's arms. The silhouette revolted and turned his hand into a wave. Whatdoes thatmean?

Lesti turned his head quickly to the figure that caught him, but a beam of light made him flinch and only caught the smile of the figure. The light woke him from a dream.

“Ah .. uh!”

Deftly Lesti woke up from his sleep, looking at the clock that was coiling in his hand. That short dream took a lot of time. Now it's showing at three over thirty-five minutes. Lesti looked up and imagined the figure present in his dream, was this an answer to his prayers? I don't know, the dream is still very vague.

After the soul of his body adapted to the surroundings, Lesti rose from his bed to perform the prayer. He wants to talk to God this morning, wants to talk about all his problems.

“Lesti?” greet Mala.

Lesti smiled, hugging her mother with drowsiness still lingering in her eyes.

“Last night you told me the same father about your request, but, I refused because I believe Billar is a good boy. You already know Billar's story, so yeah. You're not in anything are you Billar?” Mala looked seriously at this eldest child.

Lesti nodded. “She is good, but sucks.”

“Ya you want to pray right?”

Lesti let go of his embrace and immediately ablaze. The water at this early hour has gone down the curves of his mouth, face, hands, head, and feet. So refreshing. Finished berwudu, Lesti held a prayer mat and began to focus.

“... O Allah give the servant guidance on what the servant is experiencing. Servant is worried, I do not want if what I choose will cause pain to others ..”

O0O

Secretly someone had entered Lesti's room. His lips gave a smile, and his feet slowly stepped until no trace of him could be heard. After yesterday-yesterday busy lectures in the morning hours to the afternoon, he was finally able to breathe the air of freedom that will end in the next few hours. Yeah, he's going to college at noon today.

His heart was counting down when the distance was only a few steps away. Right at the count of one, he threw his body onto Lesti's mattress while shouting.

“KAK LESTI!!”

Lesti tesentak surprise not play. Why does this brother always bother him. After being grateful yesterday because Tiara lectures from morning to afternoon, now this little woman returns to the habit of no morality.

“Building dong, it's been noon in an hour!” tiara said as she shook Lesti's body.

Lesti snorted in annoyance, and increasingly hid her entire body under the covers. He was still sleepy, his body was still tired.

As the attempt to wake her brother failed, Tiara smiled nosily as a hint of an idea popped up in her brain. “This brother is very difficult to build, want that handsome man who woke up?”

Lesti turned his head and immediately got up. A soul that was not yet fully ready in its body, suddenly pounced on it. His gaze immediately turned towards Tiara with a questionable look.

“Who? Who's up?” asked Lesti with nimble hands to fix her irregular hood.

“See for yourself,” reply Tiara, who actually can't bear to laugh.

Lesti walked saggingly towards the living room, but it was empty nothing. His gaze turned outside the door, and caught the figure of Mala who had just returned from the stall.

“Search what?”

“Says there are guests, where?” ask Lesti.

Mala frowned. “Guests, no kok.”

That is, Tiara had lied to him. The outrageousness of this sister has disrupted the comfort of sleep with a cheap idea like this. Wait ... already know cheaply why he fulfilled the idea.

“TIARA!!”

Lesti walked back to her room. Seeing Tiara who was laughing with satisfaction, Lesti immediately chased after her and threw pillows at Tiara, until Tiara finally gave up and allowed herself to pinch Tiara's cheeks until red.

“Aw! Sick to know, anyways this brother if built very hard!” lamented Tiara.

“Ish bummer!”

Tiara showed her teeth. “Sister, said the father, Sister is again close to the new man huh?”

“Yes, he is very handsome to miss the oppa-oppa korea that you always spoiled it,” replied Lesti annoyed.

“Dih, don't bring oppa! Where do you see the picture, I wonder. You see mr. muji-muji continues,” pinta Tiara.

“Muji how?”

“He is good, handsome, if chatting coolly, keep him praying if you guys are a soul mate,” Tiara explained.

Lesti suddenly froze, did he not mishear that his father prayed for his relationship with Billar?

“Eh, even dumbass! Where's the photo!” Tiara gently patted her brother's shoulder, and circulated her gaze looking for the flat object. And caught. Deftly Tiara grabbed him and tried to prick his sister's phone.

Seeing what his sister was doing, Lesti immediately seized it. “Hormat deh.” Lesti opened his password and activated his phone data.

“Mana Brother? Look,” said Tiara.

Lesti even widened his two eyeballs, when a piece of a familiar name in his eyes filled Instagram notifications. The woman who accused him of being a hypocritical woman again terrorized him. Now Lesti understands, this account is not a prankster but indeed intentional.

⁇ @ayu_liyanti

Lah's bewitched! You hypocrite!

Lesti sighed, then went back to checking the account. He saw the latest post from this account, and this account again vent his frustration there.

Dichat ignored, must be flanked by people? Yes, the time I sent santet, joked santet. Wkwkwk.

“Kak, why?” tiara asked when she found out that Lesti's face had turned sour.

Lesti blinked and shook his head. “Nothing.”

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