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Meet old friends

The morning air scattered to greet a curly-haired girl who was tied in two. The girl stepped her legs in confusion and once looked to the right and to the left. The clouds do not seem to want the skin of this girl to be brownish due to the scorching sun. Even the sky looks cloudy.

The girl found a banyan tree which she thought was quite creepy. But he stayed close and approached with a burning curiosity. He saw a beautiful flower that could still grow under that shadow.

Red flowers with increasingly younger colors at the ends. And the green leaves that still have water dots on them. He wondered who would plant this beautiful flower here alone.

"You what?" The voice entered the hearing of the girl as she approached. Like a little thief caught, a sense of panic prompted his heart to lie.

"T-nothing," he smiled awkwardly when he saw the girl of his age who was sitting in the banyan tree was staring at him flat.

"Curious?" He glanced at the flaming red flower and tilted his head.

"Not .. really"

"That's the name Bromelia, I planted it," he replied indifferently as he narrowed his eyes and went back to his routine.

"Why do you want to tell me?" The girl moved to advance a little closer.

"Tsk, because you want to know," he rolled his eyes.

The girl looked back at the red Bromelia. Approaching and touching the leaves carefully. He turned around, but as if he could read his mind the girl across there replied.

"Can."

He looked at the plant well. Digging and digging into the ideas that secretly crossed his mind.

At Elementary school he won the national IPA Olympics. The reason for studying IPA vigorously is because of its interest in living things. Why are they alive? How do they develop? Wh why?

"The kind of person who always wants to know, huh?" The girl flinched back to the real world when she heard the girl mutter. Apparently he is still faithfully reading the thick book—which according to the curly haired girl—sikit ... ancient?

"Why, weird girl?" He asked sarcastically without looking at it.

This was the first time she was called weird by someone else. Usually the mother herself said that she was a genius. Why does this guy say it is weird?

"Your hair, your way of dressing, everything shows that you are a genuine extrovert girl. But it seems that when people are more thorough .. maybe you look more like a nerd." His voice was filled with uncertain possibilities. But it sounded stern when he said it.

"Eh? I'm that weird, huh?" He hurriedly covered his flushed face with both hands.

He chuckled, "no, really."

When he noticed the pale-faced girl was doing well, he somehow thought that her face was really similar to his old mixed-blooded friends.

"You're a crossbreed, huh?" Unknowingly, he opened his voice. He cursed inwardly, why was his curious reflex really unable to be suppressed in the slightest?!

"Come on," he shrugged his shoulders.

Curiosity once again controlled his body. He approached the pale girl and sat right next to her. Getting a physical response that suddenly the girl suddenly turned around, then looked at her strangely.

"How do you grow that plant? Can you tell me?" The curly girl's eyes glowed with a ray of curiosity she brought her face closer.

The pale girl frowned, then evoked a sincere smile. He gladly told her what he knew, where he got the seed, and most important of all, how he took care of it.

No one had ever cared about him since the seventh grade, or perhaps because of his self that did not appear on the surface. She was like most girls. A girl who feels lonely when no one is willing to talk well with her.

"I'm Chaca, if you?" The girl reached out her hand as she finished patting her skirt from the dirt.

He accepted the speech and smiled back, "i'm Amarie, nice to meet you."

The wind blew, revealing the sun that had long been hiding from the earth. The leaves fly, as well as the roots tendrils that join sway. Also the smell of the ground that came out enlivened.

Both were convicted of being late for class. Also a nosy smile that still imprints on Chaca's memory when they are removed from class. Amarie took her to a florist who sold Bromelia seeds.

Chaca never remembers when she was that happy with anyone other than Amarie.

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Chaca felt her heart turn to stone today, just before Amarie who calmed her mood. Now the mood is back. But he suddenly wanted to go to the toilet to pee. Until he forgot to leave and ran straight to the toilet.

After the call of nature, Chaca hurriedly returned to class as her favorite lesson hours would begin soon. And if only he was late, could-can his teacher—Bu Ida— will go berserk.

The woman's name was indeed a little unique to make Chaca misunderstand at first. He thought she was a salesman near his house.

Now he sits in his seat. But the person he was waiting for did not come even until Mother Ida who served.

"Amarie Siskayla?"

"She's probably in the toilet again, Mom!" Chaca hurriedly found Amarie an alibi so that the girl was not punished for running the field because after Chaca Amarie's body was rather weak.

Biology teacher but his punishment ran off the field. Is Miss Ida a sports teacher or a biology teacher? Or maybe it was because of his excessive fat, so he wanted to vent his frustration in the form of punishment.

Chaca chuckles.

"Chaca, go!" The middle-aged woman rebuked when she saw her beloved disciple who suddenly laughed like a madman.

Because Chaca has a pretty good concentration, so she can still hear the last sentence from a classmate who read before her.

After the electric bell rang, Chaca hurriedly moved to look for Amarie's whereabouts. For others it is very difficult to find Amarie in the crowd or not. But for Chaca it's as easy as finding bacteria on her shirt with a microscope.

"Lo saw Amarie, didn't he?" Chaca asked one of her acquaintances. More precisely teenage boys—Abimanyu— who occupy class X IPS 3.

"So I saw it anyway, Brother Andhi who hastily lifted Amarie to the UKS." Stiffly he explained the things that were in his brain.

"Thanks, though,"

Though at first he hopes that he will not meet with Kak Andhi who officially has become his ex-girlfriend after dating has not even two days. The fastest record when first dating.

. .

"It's for you," the man—Andhi— thrust a pack of food.

"No, thank you." Amarie looked at her expressionlessly.

Without Amarie guessing, apparently Andhi moved one step away from him. Nimbly his fingers released the rubber. Then fill the plastic spoon with rice and various side dishes.

"Here I bribe then," he put his knee as a crutch and fed the girl a spoonful of rice.

But before it gets into the mouth of Amarie, or Amarie who hasn't shifted a bit. Someone opened the door, making a squeak.

Amarie was stunned, but she managed to neutralize her face, then turned her head, then smiled. "Hello Chaca!"

But still Chaca's body did not seem to respond at all, he was still staring at the door with his mouth open for no reason. His gaze was blank as he glanced at Andhi who was being too close to Amarie.

Amarie also glanced at Andhi cynical as well as irritated. He doesn't like this situation! Now because of this jerk guy, he had to get caught up in a silly drama that he shouldn't have been in until now.

"Chocolate Chaca, what's wrong?" He rubbed his face to smile.

Amarie sees Chaca's eye patch now wet with tears. As if realizing Amarie's point of view on her. Chaca hurriedly came out with wide steps.

Amarie stared at Andhi flat, even so flat Andhi himself felt his hair that stood up instantly.

"Get out." His voice now sounded clear, but what remained now was hate.

"Out, Brother. Or not .. I'll say everything, you know." Now the smile rose deeper and more sinister.

"What ya\~ might be nice if I would say to ... what's his name? Yep! Brother Uci!" Amarie started to lower her head and then chuckled.

"Lo! You don't know thank you, do you?!" He retreated with regular steps on reflex.

"Thank you will be finished if you've been answered, brother. Don't you know that simple taboo law? And Karna from the beginning Brother already owed me so there's nothing to count anymore!" Her reply was cheerful with a bright smile shining at both corners of her lips.

“Gue will tell Chaca if you have been wanting him. Are you not afraid?” The man sharpened his eyesight looking at Amarie with a face that was flushed with anger.

"Hm? Lv? Afraid? Hahahahah .. Impossible, brother. Is Brother kidding? Anyway from the beginning I didn't lie to him,”

. . .

Black and white color meets this old with a minimalist feel. While a middle-aged lung man and a man who did not look much like Dangannya were sitting side by side. Both speak fluent English. Without any more familiar closeness that is usually felt between the two.

"So I have to follow Via and Vio to take care of some of our branch business in Indonesia, right?" The grown-up voice now replied with a hint of hesitation.

"Yes, you have to take care of it for a while. And well, business this time is more oriented in the field of education. So there is nothing to worry about, you just have to come as a guest at the end of the year event that will be held in the same. Because we as the owners of the foundation should have sent a representative there."

"But, Father, didn't they indirectly ask Father himself to attend the party, instead of me?"

"No, Charlie. There are no conditions in the invitation file itself. They just asked for a representative from the owner of the foundation that is our own." The middle-aged man's face—Aaric— looked serious when repeating what was written on the file he meant.

"Or ... Dad wanted me not just because of the company's heir status right? But because there's something you want me to investigate there. Because there's no way dad would just tell me to go party, silly." Charlie chuckled as he imagined such an impossible thing to happen.

"Rubber. In addition to investigating something for me, this will also be one of the opportunities to keep an eye on your siblings. You know how the freestyle that your only sister does? Or the excessive savings made by Ken, and Vio who spent the night playing laptop?" Aaric smiled faintly observing his first son who was busy dabbling in his mind.

"Okay, I understand this task very well, Dad. I'm gonna finish this job and then go back to New York with the boys."

. . . .

"So guys, Daddy said that Brother Charlie will stay with us until the holidays," exclaimed the girl—Via— with a sound frequency that is getting smaller and smaller.

"I'm not free!" At once the cry of Via caught the attention of Kendrick who was busy with his laptop.

"Shut up, Via!" Reply to the old man while throwing an annoyed look with hardened jaws.

"It's still night, Speakerman!" Sahut Vio from upstairs.

"I am a woman!" Reply Via.

“Have Brother said, if in Indonesia, use Indonesian, Via, Vio!” Kendrick's voice did not reach his second ear once. How else Kendrick had no choice but to do his job.

That was the night Kendrick used to spend with peace. Now it is filled with noise from his two sisters who continue to fight verbs using English which he is forbidden to use here. Similarly, all night his face continued to bend without expression.

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