SECOND WORK

ASTRAL CREATURE

Still struggling on the device, the title again spouted laughter. Feeling silly on your own. The man's wash level was above normal.

Imagine that! The memory of the flat object was almost exhausted just to save the photo of the woman he had been stalking.

Putting the spies, making the distance between Degree and Style so close. The spy always reports all the activities of the Styles. Including anyone he's dating. Singapore-Indonesia is not a long distance. Fatigue after work is always treated when the man who was deliberately placed there gave a report.

Not only when Gaya was still living in the land of lions, the title has been stalking Gaya since she was in elementary school. For years he became an enemy. Who would have thought! The title harbors feelings so deep. His interest in Candana Style almost drove the man crazy.

The title opens a special instagram account that it uses to infiltrate. Scrub any information through Gaya posts. How surprised he was, to find many messages from the woman he loved so much.

Degree disguised as a wise man. The bodong account he created, successfully stole the attention of Gaya. They have been friends for a long time through social networks. Even when they were still using Facebook, Style and Degree were already good friends. The degree creates a nature of contrast with her. Makes the style so comfortable. Style often even makes the title of a confiding friend.

Not wanting to make Bryan worry, Gaya chose to pour out her heart to an account naming herself an Astral Being. There are around Gaya, but never seen its existence. Exactly like the treatment of Style to Degree.

Unchallenged. Styles always tell us what happened to his household. In fact, ever since the title lost its memory, the message that Gaya sent was never reciprocated. Gaya still faithfully sends her unek-unties to her social media friends.

Once, one day Styles invited him to videocall. The tempting offer was rejected outright by the Degree. He only uses social media to provide free consultations. He does not want his real identity to be known to the public. Style respect the decision of friends vent it.

The degree opens and reads all messages that Style sends. Guilt filled the depths of his heart. Monologue degree.

"You've arrived at the right port. I promise to make you happy. I'll never hurt you again. I won't let you feel pain even if it's just a speck. I'll take care of you with my life."

The title kisses the photo The style it makes as wallpaper. His fingers moved agilely, replying to Gaya's message.

Astral Creatures

[May happiness always be with you, Miss Ngeluh. I'm sorry I just got your message back. The accident incident that I experienced made some of my memories disappear. Just like you, I am happy too. Falling in love with the same woman as amnesia isn't it something exciting? Thank you for loving me, accepting all my flaws, always being there for me even when I don't really remember you. I love you, Proud.]

Return to laughing. Amused by his own words. Closing down Instagram just to move on the free novel app, no coins.

The back title. He remembers himself having two accounts. Being a friendly netizen does not feel satisfied. The title declares itself as the hottest netizen. His criticism of Gaya always caught the woman off guard. On the other hand, Degree also always supports Gaya when the spicy account attacks her women.

Believe that! He's fucking crazy! A myriad of jobs demand perfection, a Degree can still act like one.

The facts of his life that poured Gaya through writing, making Degree always interested in following the story written by Gaya. Not diligent indeed. Style only writes when she has free time. Queen Gaya's Style was obviously very busy. Surprisingly, loyal fans are still waiting for the continuation of the story. Provides its own vitamin intake for the mind and mood.

Feeling enough, Degree put the device that is still connected to the charger. Staring at the silver-colored smartphone lying beside him. Doubtful, the title took that thing.

It failed! The first and second attempts were unsuccessful. Giving up degree.

"What is this phone for? Is this mine? Does this belong to anyone else? How important is this thing to the point that I keep it there?"

The degree of putting the device in its original place. Dropping your head on the desk. Degree of rough hair shuffling. Giving massage at the temple. Closing his eyes, the man focused his mind. Trying to remember something but in vain.

The title grabbed the hair firmly and then moved. The man's smile expanded perfectly when staring at the secret room.

"This one can't remember. But not for that one." Grinning degree.

Slowly approached. Approaching safety-plated door.

Unlike before, Degree constraints are no longer on sound sensors. But on the feeling of longing that is ambushing. The title was no longer able to refrain from setting foot in the room.

"Saya Candana Anugerah" said the title confidently.

The door is open. Keep it clean even though Degree has not entered it for a long time. It's a little weird but that's what's caught in the dark net.

Still hanging out in front of the door. The title view is fixed on a painting that is located one straight line with its current position.

Looks like a little boy. Wearing elementary school uniforms. Sitting under a banyan tree. Her hair was black, straight, with white butterfly flops. The bangs see through bangs arrangement framed her face so gently. She still looks beautiful despite crying.

One of his hands was stretched out on a small wild cat. Looks worse than the kid. Unkempt and deformed. The tiny palm holds food. The cat's eyes sparkle. Enjoy the treats of noble-hearted children.

The laugh title was in disbelief, "Has fast as it was, when I found the cat, my memory was instantly fixed on Gaya. Like wanting to protect but my ego is too high to admit it."

"It's cruel! How can I name the cat after the woman I love?" Shaking degree. Look sadly at the painting. "I'm sorry baby, we'll think of a name for her" the title continued.

Degree shut the door. Showing the view to every corner of the room. Wander around, staring at his artwork that filled the room. The degrees touched him one by one. The man's smile never receded. Decorate his handsome face.

"Stupid! Why just realize? My chastity is much worse than my sister's. At the very least, Yuna only poured hand scratches in one bindex. Me? This idiot even painted his feelings in one room, a secret room. Spending a lot of material to channel his madness. He gave me the right nickname. I'm the Crazy."

A laugh degree until his voice filled that vast hidden space. A few seconds later, the laughter came to a halt when suddenly the lights went out. It's dark! Very dark! There's no light in there. The degree starts to panic. Drabness, trying to find the exit. In vain! Because the action actually made some paintings in the room fall.

The degree panic decreases when a red line, resembling a laser forms a pattern on the wall.