METEORS

28. Retains

...Do not use five hundred. I will defend it. - Juna...

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"Hows it? Does my son keep approaching Laura?" asked Space curious, even he left the shop The Peanut is Hiding for a while. Ursan Juna with Laura is more important.

"Still boss. Even nolongin Laura and go together to school," reported Rey seriously.

"Are you following my orders? Make the girl stay away from Juna," said the cold Space. At any time, he will not agree with the relationship of Juna and Laura.

"Already boss. Definitely Laura auto jauhin Juna. More serem than moringa boss," Rey replied excitedly.

"Terror Rey. What the hell," Flat Space correction.

"Sorry boss. Yes, I want to go back to Juna again," said Rey politely. If it closes immediately, Space will sing, the opposite of the word from the scolding.

"Hm,"

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Tok tok tok tok

Laura who was just about to go to her dreamland woke up, her bedroom window was knocked like someone wanted to enter.

'Who? Propagation period?' Laura tried to glance at the window covered in curtains. The silhouette of a man waiting for his window to open.

Laura coiled in her blanket, closing her eyes hoping the stranger would leave and do nothing.

After a few minutes, there was no knock. Laura tried to bravely stare at the window of her room, the stranger had already left. Really, this fear is becoming.

'Let's just say it. Mending sleep, Laura's inner, if it was Juna or the head of a fierce motorcycle gang could have come to his house.

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The next day, Laura opened the window and opened the curtains to welcome the cool air in the morning and the sunlight in illuminated her room.

Laura caught a cardboard box that didn't know what it was. Laura took the cardboard.

'If I'm in the jump scare is not funny, ' Laura's mind was worried. Is this prank? Not knowing, Laura carefully opened the cardboard. What a shock to the heart, when a chicken carcass and an inscription on a piece of paper with blood.

Stay away Juna. Or your life will not be quiet.

Laura quickly closed the box.

Cica opened Laura's room door. Found her only child who had not been neat wearing a uniform was astonished.

"What are you doing there? Keep it up, what's Laura?" tanya Cica pointed at the cardboard the size of the TV.

"An-nu. These are Laura's clothes that she doesn't wear. Yes, so Laura keep it here," replied Laura stiffly.

Cica mangosteen. "Sana, cook. Sweep the house, just can breakfast," said Cica as usual. Laura is a woman who has grown up in adolescence, there is no word of kesantuyan while at home. Not most girls today who wake up straight breakfast.

Laura headed for the kitchen, cooking the menu usually. Noodles and eggs for her and her mother.

Until the voice of the father's baritone made him surprised.

"What cooking?" although his tone was not angry, but from the first heavy voice his father always made a shock, was his brother money shocked? No, the father rarely gave me pocket money. Only SPP payment and building money only.

"Mie same egg ceplok yah. Do you want too? Laura makein too, "this is what Laura misses, a father figure who has time for her child. Of the density of work activities in the factory for 8 hours and always change erratic shifts.

Brian shook his head. "No need. Dad was full. Want daddy to help? You take a shower there, get ready for school" Brian said softly. If only his mother was like his father, loving, gentle, and considerate of his circumstances.

"But yeah. If you know, later in the anger again," Laura's voice vibrates, during this busyness at home continues to run without stopping like a rodi work.

"Let's let me talk nice. There, you'll be late. Oh yeah, here's his pocket money. Don't tell me mom, will you?" Brian gave Laura 20 grand.

Laura carved out her smile. "Yes yeah," Laura ran small towards the bathroom in her father's room. His mother must still be in his room.

Brian made two meals ready for breakfast. Portion Laura more than Cica, Laura must be strong.

Brian breathed tired. He just got home from work at 6 a.m. There was no free time for Laura, joking, teaching Laura in math and other fields, helping Laura run homework.

"Sorry father son. I failed, I can't give you everything. But, you're always there for you" Brian brought a plate of noodles with a plump egg on it, and Laura was in his room.

When I opened the door, there was no one.

"Laura? You've left already?"

"Laura?" Brian checked the bathroom, empty.

The sound of plates breaking and angry screams coming from the kitchen. Brian ran, afraid that Laura would do anything. The first time Brian saw it, Cica scolded Laura. His son's uniform was already shabby with noodles. Laura just looked down, couldn't fight.

"Chicken carcass?" cica shouted echoing. Brian pegged, this time he would listen to what Laura was going through now.

"So, you took a shower, huh? Your job here is to sweep, cook, clean the house! Not waking up, taking a shower, eating. Like the queen," Cica's nagging. He was nauseous and dizzy after finding it in a cardboard box that he said worn Laura's clothes.

"Dump now! And," Cica took her breath, to be honest she was scared. I don't know what problems this kid is facing. "Sweep this house, dry the clothes that have been washed by mother. Flush plants on the porch of the house, do not try to escape yes," threatened Cica. He found Brian staring at him.

"Ngapain there? There! Work! Find a lot of money!" spray Cica his emotions back up.

Brian smiled lightly. "Work? I just got home!" refute Brian growled.

Seeing her parents quarrel, Laura squatted over her ears. Crying out.

"Search again! Your money is not enough to eat and others!" press Cica angry.

Brian looked at his daughter heartbreakingly, crouching and crying. As she wanted to get close to Laura, Cica blocked her steps.

"You what? Nolongin him? Because of Laura, our business went bankrupt! All the inheritance from your father, that palanquin, is exhausted. Just trying to treat Laura's disease? The boy was thrown away in an orphanage. Burden, sickness, abuse,"

Brian pulled Cica's hand away from Laura so that she could calm down.

Feeling that her parents were gone, Laura decided to run away. He doesn't want to be late anymore.

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When Laura had just reached the gate, Juna and the six men were still chatting in the parking lot. Laura didn't want them to realize the circumstances. Especially Juna.

Sam who saw Laura shouted. "Oh, Laura!" calling him, Juna and his five men turned their heads.

Laura said, is it thirsty he ran away?

Before Laura ran again, Juna had already grabbed Laura's wrist.

"Ra, what's the rush?" Juna looked at Laura from the side, the eyelids were like they had been crying, the tears were drying up making Juna know Laura was now not okay.

"B-it's none of your business," Laura put away Juna's hand. As he began to run, Juna shouted words that made the girls of PERMATA Baper SMA salute.

"Don't wear five hundred. I will maintain," said Juna immediately became a medicine for the soul of singles, irregular breath, excited screams from students passing by, and cheeks like crab stew.

"Woah, boss savage once," Sam chirped.

"She doesn't like pantuns?" added Alvaro.

"Excited love anyway. Where doi run away is fitting boss deketin. Yes, I'm afraid in that catfish patil," Jaka added.

Hearing the happiness of his happy friend himself in peanut by Laura, ruffled waist with razor sharp eyes.

"Repeat again?" Juna pretends not to have heard it before, mimicking Sam's accent when slow. The right hand in the ear of the tub there will be whispers of neighbors, now it starts to sound always in the ear, like that.

"Guys, let's go to class. Want to bell in," said Sam pretending not to consider Juna's talk like a whirlwind passed.

"Yes, it's so hot in here," Jaka fanned his sweaty face.

"So thirsty. Kuy, the canteen first," Radit asked, not trading first. Still buying the materials.

"The thirst outside, the heat in" is not over Sam advertises the sponsor of even fragrant tea shoots, Satya glances at him sadistically.

"Yes Sat. Understandably, like to connect anyway," Sam showed a locking motion in his mouth.

"Sadis abis Sat. Glow your eyes, really me" Alvaro followed Sam in a dangdut song.

"Siwer kali lo," said Satya flat. He's a boy, not a ciwi-ciwi.

There is no response like the symbol of the letter 'O' reply like oxygen that is reactive unlike the doi or scuff, Juna chose to class. Let the pleasure of Sam, Alvaro or Jaka who participated become a spectacle of his fans. Not in fear because of the cold, cool, and hot aura a little angry a little cringe. But the name is good looking either way woah, the humorist will always make happy than romantic not necessarily make laugh-laugh like mbak kunti.

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