METEORS

44. Derogate

..."May we still be united, through the wind that sweeps longing without meeting" - Juna...

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Juna, and the others had already arrived at Laura's house first.

Juna pressed the bell many times. Laura's still in her arms.

"Assalamualaimum, open the door," Juna knocked on the door nonstop.

Brian who just finished cleaning the house also walked to the living room when the doorbell was pressed many times. Either annoyed or pranky. Brian doesn't like that.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Ready..a?" Brian opened the door with a face that was still cengo. Juna carried Laura in her arms. "Laura why?" an unpleasant feeling enveloped the recesses of his heart.

"Sorry om, once again sorry," said Juna Pilu. He was still preparing words for Brian to be able to accept it. "Laura, she's dead" he said softly, even a whisper.

Brian, who heard that, was sitting limp in the doorway. Her only child like the royal princess died herself, with no strings attached and no memories left.

"I still don't believe it. No, you guys lied, right?!" chanted Brian frustrated. How could this happen?

Juna shakes. "Om no. I'm honest, if I don't believe it. Check Laura's pulse,"

Brian forgot to let Juna in. "Oh yeah, take Laura to camp. After that you can go" Brian said with a flat face. His sadness had vanished in place of the anger he wanted to vent.

When Juna laid Laura in bed, that was when her last meeting saw Laura.

"Ra, whatever. I still love you ra," Juna clasped the tiny fingers, cold.

Brian who saw that in the doorway waited in a careless manner. When was it her turn to talk to her daughter for longer?

"I told you that. Can go now, Laura's here with me," Brian said firmly. Juna nodded.

"If so, I say yes. Assalamualaikum," Juna steps away, leaving Brian alone in this humble house. Lonely, empty, and tasteless after his little daughter went to meet the power.

While outside, Juna found Space that had a chest with a sharp gaze.

"Go home! Shucks!" snapping Space angry. Hearing the news Laura died in the middle of the forest so, of course, Space is anxious with Juna.

"Yes, this is going home," said Juna.

On the way home, no one dared to speak a word. The cold and gripping aura of the furious Space, rendered them speechless by a thousand languages.

Even at home, Space did not glance at Juna and passed him just like that. The son and father were flying the flag of hostility that had just begun.

Space threw itself in bed. It was so exhausting. Even now it is 9 pm so far away the journey.

Rinai who just finished coming out of the bathroom also found Space staring at the ceiling of the room blankly.

Space nodded slowly. "Yes, let him reflect on his mistake. I told you, don't go near Laura. Still not good," he pressed furiously.

"You don't do that. Juna will fall in love again, naturally he fought and sacrificed for Laura. Juna sincerely loves Laura,"

Space looked at his wife's face from the side. "Love you said? Rin, Laura's Cica's son. The heartless killer," said Space with mounting annoyance. He took the lives of two people he loved.

"Yes, but Laura's not the same as Cica. He was different a little mas," said Rinai trying to quiet the anger of Space.

Juna who accidentally heard the conversation eavesdropped. Let this be impolite, but it concerns him and Laura, and how much the father hates Cica and Laura.

"You don't know Rin, when my mother suddenly died. Continues Agung, lost at the peak and found with a state of death but poisoning. That's Rin, Cica

Wreaking his revenge on everyone closest to me," confided in Silent Space. Falling in love but with a high obsession will foster excessive jealousy.

Unknowingly, Juna's tears flowed. Is this what her father was afraid of?

"Laura chick good well. He was quiet, innocent, and knew nothing. Laura needs a protector, like Juna," as intense as the memory where she first met Laura, Juna felt amused at remembering her. He was too emotional to yell at the girl.

"Yaudah, don't think too much. Mending sleeps, tomorrow you leave town right?"

Even Juna doesn't know his father's leaving tomorrow. He was with his father as if there was a distance that stretched limiting his interaction all this time.

"Dad want to go? Then, who ngomelin Juna at home to cook and clean who?" he will miss those moments. Space is good, he never forbid this Juna-that as long as he can distinguish between good and bad.

No more conversation, both parents are asleep. Juna stepped gontai towards his room.

His steps towards the window of the room, breaking the curtains and staring at the star-studded sky with the moon as its complement.

A thin smile Juna imagined Laura who always asked, misbehaved and easily baper at that time.

"You're fine there. I promise, if one day overtakes you, wait for me to make it back into your embrace one last time. Laura Rastanty, I love you more,"

A shooting star makes Juna chant prayer and hope.

"May we still be united, through the wind that sweeps away the longs without meeting," Juna so mellow himself it feels. Love can make a person happy and upset.

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Juna: Good bye besties, momen all. Separate with bitterness, let go of what was left.

Finally finished your story Jun 😅

Extra part, right? If not, get here 😆

Still want no funny to entertain mas Juna the upset