Last Offer

Mystery Strand

Midday is approaching. The scorching sun that came directly from the top of the head, it felt so stinging. The girl was choked while wiping the sweat that flowed profusely through her forehead.

With eyebrows that swooped in, Renjana also kicked softly his iron horse that suddenly could not function properly. A sense of dread gnaws at his soul. He never forgot to fill his motor gasoline, even routine service is done once a week. But it is because basically the object is old, so it is only natural that this is the case.

Today, Renjana and the other students, were sent home earlier than usual— for a very cliche reason, the meeting. The majority of students, of course, welcomed it with great joy. But not with his figure who actually felt sorry, because the mathematical repetition that had been scheduled for that day, must be postponed back for the second time.

Although the benefits can be studied more vigorously, but for a Savita Renjana, procrastinating something is still not a pleasant thing. After all, he also wanted to know how the results of his learning so far through answering daily assessment questions.

Now, he could only take a long breath. The scratching of the head that actually does not itch while continuing to try to turn on the engine of his motorcycle that broke down. He kept trying, even if in the end, it was futile.

Renjana circulated his highlight around the beginning deserted. Of the dozens of children who passed by earlier, almost no matter if they see with their own eyes, that the girl is experiencing a tragedy that is certainly not heartbreaking.

Do they really think of Renjana as an invisible spirit?

Renjana ruffled her hair in frustration. He lifted a flat object with four sides whose screen had been broken. He wanted to call his mother, but not because he did not want to trouble her figure.

Renjana knew, the nearest workshop from his current position, was about a kilometer away. He had experienced a similar incident, but at that time more fortunate, because the bike broke down right in front of the workshop.

Oh—should have, Renjana asked for her mobile number only then ....

In fact, although now his physical strength is more than qualified to run there, but Renjana is not wanting to do it. Very hot weather is the cause. After all, he was running out of money. For him, it would be a shame if he were to owe, even if it was for such an urgent matter.

In his aftermath, the sound of the horn shocked Renjana. The teenager turned his body around, then looked at the figure of the bright-skinned youth who seemed to be getting brighter by the sunlight.

"Say you need me, Dear ...!"

Suddenly, Renjana also rubbed his nape, feeling creepy with the greeting given by the figure. His face also showed a distinctive grin that had long felt familiar to Renjana.

"Sky ...!" hisses.

Renjana stared intently at the young man who became a fierce rival of his new partner. Sky Gumelar his name—ia is famous throughout the school, because of his achievements in the academic and non-academic fields.

Renjana showed an unhappy face, although Sky's figure continued to display her sweet smile. Of course not without reason, because what is seen outside, it is often deceiving.

Renjana knows very well, although Sky has a face like a very gentle angelic incarnation, but it is inversely proportional to his attitude that is very annoying. It is the type of child who is powerless and considers low Renjana status which he considers as a rival.

"You what?" ask Renjana in a sharp tone.

"I can help you, but there's a condition."

"No need!"

"I don't care. I want to help you, as long as you want to vilify the value of your repetition in the math tomorrow," he said, without caring about Renjana's previous statement.

"Fear of losing?" Renjana grinning. He stared coldly at the oriental-faced young man.

"Up to you. If you don't need help, you already do. After all, I'm sure that this time, I can be better than you," he said, responding to a snort by the interlocutor.

"No problem. But there is still a chance if you want to change your mind" he urged, with a very calm face.

"It's not in my luck!" hiss Renjana. He clenched both of his palms tightly. As much as possible, he held back his emotions so as not to escape his control.

"Fine, if that's what you want."

Sky, then turned on his motor engine, honked his horn three times, before finally completely leaving Renjana standing behind him. After that, the girl exhaled with relief after being made arrogant by the genius's annoying behavior.

However, just as Renjana was enjoying her peace, the sound of the horn re-echoed. "What else do you want, Sky?" tanyanya, with a high tone.

Renjana turned her body, then looked at the figure sitting on the classic-style Vespa motor with astonishment. 'How come?!'

"Sky Gumelar's? Is your relationship with him?" tanyakanya. Hearing that, Renjana just shook her head while scratching her head that did not itch, feeling astonished by the thought of his new partner.

"Be careful with him" Sagara continued, sounding mysterious. However, Renjana just nodded his head, because he did feel, that Sky is a dangerous figure. It was evident by the absurd conditions the young man had put forward when offering his help.

"There problem? A strike?" The question, justified by Renjana.

Sagara, then came down from his iron horse and stood in front of Renjana who was several centimeters lower than him. "Don't forget to be careful" he whispered, before suddenly, he touched Renjana's hand.

The silent atmosphere that was in an instant had burst out, making Renjana shudder for a moment. He wanted to pull his arm, but hurriedly the figure held him back. "Gue look. You have to face it, but do not make you lose," he said.

"Gue still does not understand why you do this," said Renjana. He looked at Sagara deeply, trying to find the truth from the spotlight that seemed to drown him.

"There's a reason, but it's not time to know yet" he explained.

Apparently, Renjana Savita also fluttered in his place. He let Sagara keep touching his arm. With a troubled look he sighed heavily.

"Is it real? Lo.... have the ability of supernatural things?"

"Just see them and the future. But it would be more accurate if while 'touch the owner, '" he replied.

"So, you're looking at my future?" Renjana raised next to her eyebrows, highlighting questioningly to the other person. "If so, what do you see?"

Sagara, then showed a thin smile and mysterious. He, then opened his mouth, wanting to speak his answer. "Penjana Savita, the devil, hell, and."

"Him? Who?" Renjana felt the fur of his nud is bristling. He felt his heart pounding and he wanted to tell him about the nightmare that had always haunted him all this time.

Now, I don't know what the reason is, but Renjana is sure, that the teenage boy, must have understanding—which although only a few—about the problem.

"A man in darkness, though he means the power of God." That statement, really not understood Renjana. But the young man, as if he did not want to explain.

I thought, Sagara did it on purpose. He was sure, there was something that the figure was hiding.