Smile Effects

The Ten Clang

Silence is silent, leading me to unrelenting anxiety.

When did all this end? I don't know either.

Only the path of destiny determines where we* will go next*.

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The room was very dim because of the zero illumination. Regaz put his helmet on the table near his big television. Again, he did not go home. With his busy hands shuffling his coarse hair, he walked towards the sofa located in front of the television.

Candy's words this afternoon really made her shut up and ring in her head. He did not expect, in this millennial era there are still those who do not have a mobile phone.

"So if he's confused when it comes to PR, it's just a brainwashing?" Regaz muttered and then clucked violently.

Small children today only sometimes like to get angry if not given a cell phone by his parents. Sometimes doing tasks via cell phone is also overwhelmed and stressed. Though they have a cell phone and quota, but still come early to school just want to cheat.

While Candy? His cell phone doesn't have. If Regaz is a judge, maybe he will give a standing applause for the ability of the girl who only brain-capitalized while studying.

His back he leaned against the sofa, his head looking up at the ceiling.

Regaz understands now, why Pak Jaya firmly chose Candy as a representative, while many younger siblings or other students are no less smart. The girl has pure abilities. That is the basic thing that must be owned by successful Olympic participants.

A watered-down brain is still lacking if one cannot capture matter properly. Moreover, the field of Physics that requires higher reasoning. Many people memorize formulas, but it is difficult to apply with problems.

His hands were raised to massage the base of his nose. Lately, he often experienced migrants because most of them restrain his emotions. With one rough sigh, Regaz straightened his seat. He walked towards a brown door in the corner of the room, slowly opening the door knob.

The squealing sound from the door rang out loud in that empty room. Regaz walked to the piano, which was in the middle of the room, sitting himself in the chair in front of the piano. 

He reached into his cell phone which was in his hoodie pocket. Cell phone light illuminates the dim room. Regaz presses a person's button before a ringtone is heard connected.

"Yo," said the voice across there.

"Where's lo?" Ask Regaz without making small talk first.

"Home on. What was? Tumben you call me. Kangen y~"

"Snurvy!" Regaz screeched cynically. "Gue pinch five hundred grand, tomorrow in exchange."

"Huh? Make what?" Ask someone across the street confused.

"Many questions! Just be ready for a spit!" Sentak Regaz's.

"There is no sweetness, you know," said the man.

"Bac*t! Isn't there?!"

"Tired of adek bang. Cuy here," said the man dramatizing.

"Hm."

The connection was turned off unilaterally by Regaz. The guy's bagging his phone again. He lifted his hoodie before moving out of the pitch-black room. The goal is now just one, to his friend's house.

ooo

"Gue just found out if you are as loyal as a mentor."

Bejo flipped through Regaz's new cell phone case, put it on the table.

"Will not buy the wrong phone? Where did you come from?" Arya snatched the thing in Bejo's hands then asked innocently. What a wonder of the world, a scathing Regaz does not give others anything. Definitely Regaz entry spirit Pak Rahmat.

Regaz closed his eyes with his right hand. He leaned against the soft sofa that was in Bejo's house.

"Not fully spend my money. Yesterday I minjem same temen, but the biggest money I. I only minjem five hundred grand."

"Tetep aja lo modal cuy! Is it not wrong to say so with your students? What is the name Can ... Can ... Candi,"

Arya menoyor Bejo's head. "Candy b*go! Why do you think Borobudur Temple?!"

"Anj! You call me b*go again? Tomorrow I will let you have breakfast again!" Bejo's grumbling. Arya immediately showed her smile as a sign of peace. He refocused on playing the PS stick so as not to lose the fight.

"Oh, yes!" Arya's exclaim suddenly made her two friends turn their heads. "Today I met with your students, like he did not feel well. You see his face shoots," the story is minus with him who hit Candy.

"Hm" muttered Regaz looking unconcerned.

Bejo clucked in annoyance. "Why did you buy him a cell phone?"

"Yes, how else," Regaz's slow murmur caught both of them's attention. Arsen who had just listened opened his ears wide.

"You mean? Is your protege so good that a famous Regaz Kavier is stingy, don't you start with him?" Bejo placed the still-wrapped phone onto the table.

Regaz. "He doesn't have a cell phone, man. How do I give him a job if he can't be contacted?"

His body felt tired from looking for a phone that fits his pocket. The new clock shows at nine o'clock at night, but he feels like he wants to flank his bed as soon as possible.

Bejo shook his head in concern. "He's a kid people don't have what?"

His heavy patio eyes were forced to open. Regaz observed his surroundings that looked messy. Chips spilled on the carpet, an out-of-place couch cushion and two other humans who look to relax without caring around.

His head moved to the right and to the left. Arsen was already invisible to the trunk of his nose. Maybe the man had gone home first because his beloved wife was pregnant.

"Hm, that's kind of it. He even worked part-time to buy a book a semester, "Regaz took his cell phone and container to put in his jacket pocket. "Eat me kindly buy him a cell phone. Well, do the school good, too,"

Regaz snatched his helmet that was placed on the mat.

Bejo. "Will you go home? Tumbens,"

"Drowsy me," Regaz yawned again. "Yes first."

Bejo shook his head. Although this is not the habit of Regaz who always comes home at nine, he understands that the guy must be tired.

"Ati-ati Gaz's. Should I wait for home?" Arya shouted as Regaz was in the doorway. The game he was playing with Bejo was briefly paused.

"No need," Regaz smiled broadly without turning around. "Granddad girl!"

His feet continued to step towards the courtyard of Bejo's house, where he parked his motorbike. Regaz put on a helmet for a moment and started his bike.

His schedule today is quite solid, to drain some of his energy. The night wind that stroked his skin became a coolant of his head that felt heavy. The motor turns left when it exits the residential alley.

"Gue likes someone."

"She had a sweet smile, but in that smile I saw a wound instead,"

"Lo didn't listen to me anyway?"

"... Yon ... Yon ... Orion!"

Deg.

Regaz's breath hunted, he gripped the steering tightly. Regaz increased the speed of his motorbike, occasionally wiping his left hand of cold sweat that was on his forehead. Why the memory should appear when he was driving. Is it because he is too tired? Or is it the effect of being sleepy? Regaz shook his head slowly, expelling the dizzy feeling that was swaying his head.

Regaz refocused his eyes forward, he widened when he saw a cat passing by. Because the speed of the motor that can not be said to be slow, he turned the handlebar fast.

BRACKET

His body rolled several times until it hit the pavement. Regaz tried to wake up his body even though the pain he had felt in various places. With a blurry look Regaz tried to grab his phone that was in his jacket pocket. He typed a message on someone even though his finger was shaking.

Damn, why now!

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- TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: hmm😓