Love For Ambariana's

9. Interested

...Love is never wrong as long as logic still accompanies it....

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This morning a girl woke up and found her body on the bathroom floor. His head throbbed with a sore body. The girl moved out of place, observing the current state of the bathroom more like a broken ship. There was no expression on his face. The girl just kept quiet and left her place with slow steps. While his left hand continues to hold his right hand clenched.

The girl stopped in front of the closet, took off all the cloth wrapped around the body and replaced it with clothes that were still clean and fragrant. While the shabby and damp clothes he was wearing lay under his feet.

The room is also not much different from the bathroom. Now, the girl sighed softly. "Saddening," he wrote.

The girl stepped back, picked up the items scattered on the floor and put them on the table.

"How can I live with such a weak girl?" Again the scornful sentence came out of his mouth.

The girl who used to be called Ambar, now clearly had a different aura. His unusual gaze of neutrality, seemed to explain if the weak figure within him had never existed.

When her hand turned on the phone that had been lying on the floor, the girl found the time to show at 9 am.

"I haven't been asleep for a long time, but time has gone by so fast. It seems like it would be nice if I kept going like this, doing whatever I like without caring anything." The girl smiled faintly, her net looked at the tall buildings with the skies covered in pollution.

"We haven't had anyone since then, have we? I assure you, your life will be more colorful in my control. Thank you to me, Ambar."

Ambar felt that he had lost complete control of his body. There was another figure who was now present so strong his aura. Ambar could only fall asleep and make the figure smile.

Ana, a figure who is another identity in her body. Unconscious creation of all mental stress. Present and take over the weak side of himself, mastering and snatching the true identity.

Present to strengthen. He was the one who had been controlling Ambar's body during his difficult times. To make it last until now, until Ambar recovered from his deepest sorrow. And now, that figure has reappeared. Returning Ambar's consciousness.

She is Ana, another self in Ambar's body. Alter.

Realizing her hand was injured, Ana put the phone back on the table. The girl then stroked the scar around which there were patches of dried blood. His mind cheered in praise of Ambar's bravery that hurt himself. Since she was in Ambar's body, this was the first time Ana had seen the girl this close.

Ana promises that she will not make Ambar suffer and does anything that can tarnish his chastity. Suffice Ana to be the bad side to all Ambar's pain, enough to have fun with all her madness without involving Ambar's innocence.

"Sleep Ambar, I will take care of you and this body." The girl laid her body on the bed in the hope that the fever that attacked her this morning would improve once she woke up.

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The last bell rang for quite a while, but already 10 minutes before all the students were getting ready to go home. In class, Arav with an unbearable smile was already sitting quietly with his hands folded in front. The guy can't wait to intercept Ambar on the side of the road near the meatball stall.

His pent-up smile that went so far as to make his sitting friend wonder. Krish the guy focused his attention on Arav, looking at him with a frown.

"Waras?" ask Krish.

Arav stared intently at his friend, but only for a moment. "A little crazy but still conscious." Again the smile came out.

Although Arav hasn't told her he's in love, Krish knows. It certainly makes Arav shocked, but only in seconds. In the next second Arav normalized his expression, suddenly he remembered the accuracy of Krish's guess. Of course because his friend had already said in terms of love. His friend must have been poulted with the aura of people who are in love because they already feel it.

Arav finally said honestly that he was in love. Without mentioning her maiden name, the guy continued to praise Ambar even as they walked towards the parking lot though.

"So, I haven't known you for a week." Krish comments on Arav's actions bringing Ambar home. The guy looked at Arav, as if he could not believe that his friend who was famous for being kind and cold with the opposite sex could actually do such a thing.

"I want to keep me in my room." Arav said innocently.

"Stress! There was a girl traumatized... Slow down dong, gradual. Good girls should be gotten in a good way." Krish advised, suddenly becoming wise.

"Krish, it feels like I want to keep pushing," Arav honestly.

Krish, tired of Arav's response, leans against the wall of the security guard post with his hands folded in front of his stomach. Arav started riding his bike.

"It's hard, give the same advice who's in love again. His brain suddenly becomes short-lived" Krish said, remembering himself when he first liked a girl. Stupid like Arav.

"The problem is, if you are slowly being told to fear being scattered with each other." Arav said what he was. It's been a long time looking for a girl who fits his criteria, but only now Arav gets it. That guy won't relax anymore and let Ambar belong to the others.

"Focus on finding money first broo, let the girl not turn away." Krish is still trying to unlock Arav's logic, but again the response is not as he wishes.

"Your mother's rich you're Krish, go all out to find money. He was not a seminarian that time. Though I haven't known her for long, but I'm sure she's." Arav slapped Krish's shoulder. "Yes first."

Arav quickly passed from before Krish, making his friend shake his head.

As promised to himself, Arav waits for Ambar by the side of the road. Sitting on a motorcycle jog while observing the students, as well as the riders who cross the main road. Arav repeatedly greeted his fellow boys. Not infrequently also throw a smile at each other with the girls. Just a smile of formality as they greeted first.

A few minutes passed, there was no sign of Ambar's appearance. Arav begins to think that he is late and that the girl has come home first. But not Arav name if it is easy to give up. The guy was researching every student who came out of the school gate, looking for a badge with the same major number as Ambar's.

"Heh, you!" exclaiming Arav, his hand waved as he approached one of the disciples with the same badge as Ambar's.

Some of the disciples looked up because they felt called. Once he understood what he was not referring to, the disciple took another step forward.

While a disciple who was now intercepted by Arav, put on an expression full of question marks. "What's up?"

"You're the same class as Ambar? Ammariana." Arav looked expectantly at the student. When he got the nod, he asked again, "Today I didn't see Ambar, do you know that girl?"

"She didn't go to class, there's no evidence."

After saying thank you and the student left, Arav's expression changed completely. The guy went back to his bike limply. But in my heart I wondered where Ambar had gone. What did the girl go through so she didn't go to school.

So strong a sense of wanting to visit the girl and ask the news, but unfortunately Arav does not know where Ambar's home address. Growing up, Arav realized that he did not have his cell phone number.