Not Planned Love (R3)

.57-Deja Vu

📚.57-Deja Vu

"Yes, I am a Gesrek. But as for romance, and responsibility, my sayings can be held." - Naraess AlGean Hazka Dwiarga

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The atmosphere of a gray hue, looks so gripping. There are four inhabitants in it, among the four are in the middle of the interrogation and introgated. While the other two, just being a tauladan audience that can not help anything. Moreover, if the two people who are in conflict, still have biological blood ties.

"You should be able to hold onto the responsibility you carry, Algean?!" Dictation of a well-built man in a pilot uniform complete with all these attributes.

He was an impromptu judge who was interrogating the accused before him.

"Sorry, pah."

"I'm sorry?" The man looked at his youngest son.

"You almost failed your initial college entrance test in Germany. And you're just apologizing?!"

"Bah, Gean-"

"RWTH Aachen, is your dream?" The young pilot candidate nodded small.

"And because of love and your stupidity, you almost broke your hand?!"

Gean-si the defendant could only clench one hand tightly. One other hand wrapped in bandages is also a buffer. His reckless actions the other day, seemed to have actually managed to put his world on the verge of collapse. The initial test of entering the aviation university that he dreamed of for a long time, almost failed to get. And now, he is being tried by the highest role model of his life.

"Love can, stupid don't Algean." Said the other person, full of emphasis.

"Go, pack. You'll be flying to New York in the afternoon, meet your brother there."

"But reward, Gean-"

"Go, Algean! Follow papah's orders." His words are full of emphasis.

Gean nodded faintly, unwilling to debate the father anymore. Followed by his two loyal servants, the handsome man with a mixed face of Asia-Europe passed. Leaving the father who was angry, because it was inexhaustible with the careless behavior of his son.

Algafriel pitched for a moment his temple which began to feel dizzy. There was a huge difference between the eldest son and the youngest. The firstborn tends to be more independent, has a high initiative value, and of course it is easy to manage himself. So, Algafriel does not need to interfere much. From an early age, life is straight. Different from the youngest, who has shown his protective gelagat from an early age.

The youngest tends to be more hyperactive, easy to express themselves, has a fiery spirit that roils, but is still difficult to control. The youngest reminds him of his youth. The times he prefers brawl, sleeping in a basecamp, rather than going home and settling down. The youngest is also the same, only the difference is that he does not like brawls. When asked what the reason was, the youngest lightly answered 'hot brawl, where riotous. Later the handsome face of Gean gosong, the same battered. Gean doesn't like.'

But indeed Algafriel admitted, the firstborn was a mixture of the young side of him and his wife. Hyperactive, steel-willed, and sometimes careless.

"Ck, isn't Gean too early to fall in love?" He muttered, laughing at the reason for the recklessness of the son.

Al does not limit the affairs of the son's romance, only he does not want his son to be negligent in the process of achieving his own goals. Al just did not want, his son who rada gesrek suffered the same fate as he was young. He just hopes, if it is true that his eldest son is in love, do not let fate repeat the same destiny for his son.

"The daughter of the Radityan family, should I find out?" Her thought.

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"Obos, what do you want? Just tell me, we'll buy it."

"Yes, bossque. Just don't ask for the victoria secret underware, the price is again naek."

"Eh, what the fuck are you saying? Sekate-kate." The horizon patted slowly on the shoulder of the friend.

"Yes, Gean wants that. Not old enough. Who wants to use it?!"

"Yes, I'd like to be rewarded to..." Sagara paused for a moment.

"To whom?" Urge Horizons.

"Whoever can, the important thing is cool, cool, cool, cool sik sik sik sik, sik sik love you." Canda Sagara, suddenly singing a song.

"Singing ae lo, mediocre voice as well."

"Yes, listen to me. How are you, my heart. I'm..."

"Sstt, don't go on." Sela Horizon. "My eardrum feels like it's gonna burst."

"Et by busyet, sekate-kate lo." Kesal Sagara's.

"Eh, uh, where are you boss going?" Sagara asked, aware of Gean's movements.

"Gue wants to get a drink first. Lo on don't-"

"We're the ones looking for the boss's drink. You're sitting in the room." Sagara offers.

"No, I go alone."

"But" the horizon interrupted.

"Gue went by himself. Go on, go back first." Said Gean quickly.

"But boss-"

"Cakra, you have less Spanish today. Come back, you must be nyariin."

"But, I-I"

"And lo, Gar. Today is the birthday of Sahara. You didn't forget, did you?"

"That's, i-"

"Forgot?" Guess Gean. "Go home. Here, buy a lot of raisin tarts. Sahara likes it, right?" Gean handed him a beryllite card.

"No need. I still have money. I can buy it myself, Ge." Sagara.

Gean smiled thinly. Smile thinly, not smile full of whiny. The smile that night made Sagara and Cakrawala sad to see it.

"Gue go yes. You're back to it."

"But Ge, you can't drive in this situation. We can-"

"What's the point of this?" Gean held up his smartphone.

"What good is the brain, if it is not used." Both silenced. They forget, forget about the intelligence of Gean which is often covered by the nature of his gesrek.

"Gue can pesen ojen online, or taxi online. Easy, relax." Convincing words. "If so, I'll go."

With wide strides, Gean left his two friends still glued. Carrying a sense of the clenched in his chest cavity, along the road without purpose. No matter what people look at him questioningly or pityingly. He just wanted to find an escape to calm himself down.

Should have been, today he went to do the first wave test. However, because of his carelessness he had to postpone it until the injury on his hand healed. There's no way he's doing a one-handed flight test like this. Again, Gean condemned his recklessness.

Walking without direction, now became his activity. Still wearing his kebanga uniform, with a hand that was sliced off by a brace slung over his shoulder. Gean stared at his hands, as his father's words echoed again. He had disappointed his father so much.

Brucks

"Eh, sorry son."

"I was less careful." Said the bespectacled man who seemed to be in a hurry.

Monday, a day that always tends to bustle. But that doesn't mean anything to Gean. However, the term means for a man who seems to be the same age as his father.

"Are you okay, son?" Ask the man, with a meaningful look.

Gean could not tell the difference between a caring or pity look. To be sure, this figure of a man before him reminded his father. A figure who always cares, but if disappointed he will prefer a lot of silence.

"What, am I barking at your hands?"

"Hm, not om."

"You sure? What need I-"

"Dad, come on." Call someone, who makes both of them look.

"Yes. A minute Sen."

The young man in an ash-white uniform who was looking at the two helmets walked over. Gean squinted as he saw the silhouette getting closer. He seemed to have memorized the silhouette.

"Lo?!" Tell both at the same time.

"You know each other?" Ask the guy with glasses.

Gean and the man in uniform complete with the Dandelion High School alma mater nodded simultaneously.

"Why are you talking to him?" Said the handsome man, sewot.

"Sen, it can't be. Where's your ethics? Aren't you guys friends?"

"Didn't you?!" Gean and Arsen said together.

Yes, Arsen is the figure who is calling the man who hit Gean's father. Men are tall strapping glasses, but the type does not necessarily reduce the level of good looks.

"Well, come. It's late." Arsen said, not to mince words anymore.

"Eh, yes. Come on, but I gotta make sure of something first." Said the man. "You sure it's okay? No need to"

"No, thanks for the offer." Sela Gean's.

"Lo?!" Arsen was about to speak up when Gean presumptuously interrupted his father's speech. Gean was disrespectful according to him.

"Om can go now. Really, I'm fine." Gean. "I also have to go now, come."

Gean knew he was being disrespectful, his mood was bad at the moment. Rather than making a lot of people sick, he prefers to stay away from people. It was enough of his father that he was disappointed today, he did not want to add to the problem anymore. Although it is undeniable if he feels surprised, because he found a man who has several characteristics like his father. And again, that figure was his Rival father. Arsenic.

"Ck, you're not good." Upset Gean, while next door trying to open a bottle of cold drink that he just bought.

Reverse directions, making him thirsty. Therefore, he is currently stranded in a minimarket that is usually open 24 hours.

However, being constrained by a sick hand, he became angry himself.

"Need help?"

Gean turned his head, looking at the owner of the soft, soothing voice. Deja vu, he forgot to blink when he found the figure of the owner of the soft voice.

"Hallo friend, how are you?"

"G-it...."

"Your hand still hurts? Until you put on a buffer like that?" He asked in succession, while looking at Gean's hand that was still propped up in his chest.

"Ah, this. Just a little swollen." Gean Bumbling.

'Kok, I'm being gagu like this?' Inner Gean.

"Here, I'll help you open the drink." He said, offering help.

"Eh, Arra. Lo, not school?" Ask Gean at the end.

Arra-the beautiful girl who was now standing before him with the full alma mater smiled slightly. A smile that was able to make the taste that clutched in Gean's chest evaporate instantly.

"schools. But, I'm helping you." He said, while taking over Gean's drink bottle.

He opened it slowly, then returned to Gean. "Here, drink."

"Eh, yes." Gean said while receiving the bottle.

"Let me pay, all of you."

"But-"

"Don't nolak. Arra is sincere." Arra interrupted. "I have to go now, sorry."

Gean nodded without much words. Deja vu obtained by him this morning, presumably able to make the performance of his brain slow.

"Oh yes, I also want you to play at home. Do you have time?"

Gean nodded quickly, then shook his head. He forgot, forgot about his departure this afternoon to New York. Too bad, the Deja vu he got this time should be wasted.

"I'm sorry, for now I can't. I have to go."

"Go?"

"Yes. Maybe, next time I drop by." Said Gean while scratching his nape that did not itch.

He cannot be honest about the schedule of 'exiled' to the land of people for a while to him. Because he went there to get learning because he missed the first wave of tests.

"I'm flying this afternoon, maybe next time." Said Gean, smiling bitterly.

Mungki's? Is there any other way for him? Gean doesn't know for sure. However, the girl's next remark, made Gean even more determined to make that a possibility happen.

"Safe flights. I'm waiting for that other possibility, Gean."

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TB

Hello, Met malem all👐

BCT update, special Gean-Arra-Arsen part. So, let's just say I'll make a part for Gean, a part for Arsen. Agreed?

How about this part? are they not the same as Gean? Or B only? or miss yanda??

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Sukabumi Feb 05, 2021