Reticalya

Problem

Cigarette smoke billows following the wind. A cigarette addict put his foot on the table with a straight forward view.

The atmosphere of the school rooftop was indeed a pleasure in itself for the man.

"How many more sticks do you want to burn?" The man who had just arrived took a cigarette that was being smoked by his friend before then stepping on the cigarette.

"Damn it!" objurgation.

His sharp gaze directed at the person who had just disturbed his pleasure.

"If there's a problem with the story, don't look to die!" said his friend, while sitting next to the man who had just cursed him.

The man who was identical to his earrings moved from his seat before a second later his hand was choked.

"Tell me, I know you've got another problem, Ken," he forced.

The man called Ken sighed. His name is Zafien Kenji. So far he has always told his complaints to his best friend.

Not weak, it's just that his best friend, Dzikri Moza has always been like this. Forcing him to tell her everything that happened.

Kenji had to sit down next to Dzikri again.

"What else this time?" ask Dzikri.

"Same case," replied Kenji listlessly. His hands stretched out to pick up the cigarette on his front desk.

Dzikri sighed.

"Keep, what's your plan?" If the case is the same, he also can not provide input because of course enter it will be the same as before.

"Gue don't know, my mind's dead end."

Dzikri fell silent because of Kenji's reply.

***

"Damn it! You can't afford a hotel?" he said when he had just entered the house.

While the two lovebirds who are making love are immediately drunk because of someone who came suddenly.

"Axel, watch your mouth!" said the middle-aged woman who was still busy covering her upper body with whatever was there.

"Curtain!" Axel walked towards his room. In just a moment, he came back with a large bag that seemed to be very full.

"Where are you going?" ask the woman.

There was no answer, Axel continued to waltz away from his home.

"Axel, Mommy is talking!" The woman shouted out loudly. Her red face indicated that the woman was angry.

"Here we go" said the man beside Lylia.

Lylia looked at the face of the man beside her.

"Dev, you know what? He's my son and you're still acting this calm after he catches us?" lylia said in a high tone.

"I know, and this isn't the first time he's caught us. Then why should we worry?" obviously the man Dev called.

A slap landed on Devan's left cheek. The man looked at Lylia in disbelief.

"Ear afternoon. You go home" said Lylia. The woman turned her face away with her blank look.

Without asking, Devan simply obeyed Lylia's wishes and left.

***

The sound of knocking on the door forced Dylan to get up from his sleeping position. No one usually visits in the afternoon like this.

His hands flew to open the door. There, Axel was carrying a large backpack with an expression that was difficult to interpret.

"Gue's staying here." Without waiting for Dylan's approval, Axel stepped in just like that.

Dylan did live alone considering both his parents were busy with their business and were rarely at home.

Dylan followed in Axel's footsteps, who turned out to be walking towards his room.

"Why again?" ask Dylan.

"Let me act again" he replied.

Dylan had already understood with Axel's intent, so he was going to let the man stay here.

"Bir?"

"okay." And so they ended up spending the night with drinks and a little chat about Axel's problems.

***

"Where have you been?!" Devan asked in a high tone to the man who had just entered the house.

"It has nothing to do with you" said the man indifferently.

"Zafien Kenji! I've never taught you to be so insolent!" Devan got up from his seat and approached his son.

"Cih, that? Then I have to strip the women out there to fit what you're teaching?" Kenji smiled slanted with his father's words.

After a few seconds, a slap landed perfectly on Kenji's cheek.

I don't know how many slaps in his life he's received.

The young man left his father. The room is one of the most comfortable places in his house.

Since her death, her life has changed drastically. Wanted to leave, only he had nowhere else to go.

"Mother, forgive Kenji. Kenji should have come home sooner that night." His hand stroked a picture of a smiling middle-aged woman.

Being abandoned forever by someone we care about is not easy. Moreover, it had not dried the wound in his heart, with his father brazenly pouring salt over the wound.

Kenji immediately changed his clothes. He has no intention of sleeping at home tonight.

Dzikri is the only person on his mind at a time like this.

"Fetch me at home" Kenji told the man across the street.

"OK wait 5 minutes." Dzikri knew something was wrong with her friend if she had asked to pick him up.

"okay." Kenji stood in front of the gate of his house. His feet kicked at the pebbles with his head lowered.

"Good." It didn't take long, Dzikri was already in front of him.

"Gue's staying at your house tonight" said Kenji.

Dzikri nodded briefly. The man immediately stepped on the gas splitting the capital's hustle at night.

"No intention to live alone?" ask Dzikri.

"Gue wants to, but where's the money?" Kenji turned his head towards Dzikri asking for an opinion.

"You want to go into business with me?" bargained for.

"What business?" ask Kenji to be curious.

"Is. Relax, this business is halal. I'm taught the same as bokap," explained Dzikri.

"Okay, I tried." Finally he got enlightenment after a long time living in a pit of suffering.

***

"Mother, where are Ciya's socks?" yelled Ciya from her room.

As an agile mother, Jihan immediately climbed the stairs to her daughter's room. Yes, Jihan Elvira is Ciya's mother.

"Yesterday you put it in the drawer." Jihan's hands began to actively search for socks that Ciya said.

"There is no Mother, Ciya has been looking for it since," explained Ciya.

"This what?" Jihan brandished a pair of pink socks in front of Ciya's face.

"Eheheheh Ciya was looking for nothing to see." Ciya immediately retrieved the pair of socks from the hands of her mother.

"Thank you Mother." Ciya immediately ran after previously dipping the cheek of the mother.

"Based on that kid, really can't do anything on his own." Jihan shook her head to look at the princess's behavior.

"Mother quickly down, we're having breakfast!" yelled Ciya from below.

"Yes a minute." Earlier his daughter who called him up now even himself who was left alone in Ciya's room.

Jihan came down the stairs with a smile on her lips.