Steps Connect

What's up?

Bryan who had just re-entered Anara's boarding house suddenly stopped his steps. One thing he suddenly realized, he did not know Anara's cost number, which door he would knock, or who he would ask.

Shit! Idiotically.

However, in the middle of the game, suddenly a stranger suddenly appeared, like an angel without wings who ignited his idea to solve his problem, the angel was named Hartik.

"Well, Bryan's mom?" Hartik asked with half-stretched eyes. His ears were also pointing towards him.

What an impolite greeting meeting, at all.

"Cock here. Why?" He said again, still with eyes bulging and the tone getting higher.

Want it to feel Bryan replied back by saying things that would make the woman in front of him gawk because he regretted rebuking her with this sentence. But this is not the time for Bryan. Be patient!

"Where's Anara's room?"

However, instead of cooperating by directly pointing at the room or mentioning Anara's room number, Hartik again rained on her with a series of question sentences, instead,

"What's Bryan doing here?"

"Just Anara's room again, what's up?"

"What is an appointment?"

"I know ya! Anara is engaged. So don't misunderstand me!"

"Please find another girl! Don't get into the gap between them mas, fear pamali!

"Anything that is not well, surely the end is also not good."

To hear the last sentence. Finally Bryan again opened his voice to resuscitate the woman in front of him so that his brain was straight not bad to think of him.

"Your best friend is crying. Just now. Mak-"

"Crying? What are you, mas? Oh, my God," cut Hartik in passing.

By continuing the air that is still stuck in the throat to go to the larynx because the sentence is not finished but first cut and with the same sentence is not comfortable with a few sentences before, he said, Bryan followed the direction of Hartik's hasty steps.

And here they are, waiting for door number 29 to open.

"came, Anaraa. Open dong!" Hartik cried as his hand continued to knock on that door. While his eyes stared intently at Bryan who was fixated on leaning against the wall across the room door.

"What are you anyway mas?" Ask the woman with the maroon color instant hijab.

"Until you don't want to open this door," Hartik's mouth is still seen condemning him.

With a single deep breath, Bryan finally opened his voice.

"He was crying when he met someone" Bryan said.

"Who?" Tanya Hartik enthusiastically.

"Caroline," he answered briefly. He was not interested in chatting with the woman in front of him, accusing her mercilessly.

Hartik seemed to think, then opened his mouth again, instead of asking, apologizing, or what. But instead gushed it with spicy sentences.

"That's Bryan's ex? How can?"

"Ah I know .. surely the woman is jealous is the same Anara? Trus ngata-ngain Anara. Maybe it's as if Anara derives you from the woman named Caroline Caroline," he continued, still the style of mothers do not want to lose.

"And some time ago I also had time to meet the same girl, her gaze was not at all comfortable to Anara, plilak plilik that. What a hell."

Bryan was still dumbstruck to hear Hartik who nagged not knowing the jungle. While he was just like a sheep congek who was silent a thousand languages to hear the last Hartik confession, plilak plilik? Not that they are okay.

"Where are you?"

"IndoJune next to UIN."

"The horror! I also don't know why he's crying. What is clear is that when I asked him, he did not answer, it passed. That's why I'm worried which way to you where's the room."

Bryan shook his head, "nothing. Chat and Anara has a guest, Caroline. A long time ago, he went in again crying. When I came out, uh, Caroline was the same, her eyes were swollen like they were crying."

"So throw your mind away if I make your best friend cry!" Bryan glanced at her hand.

Making Hartik bowed for a moment, embarrassed to interfere disappointed. However, his face was only made to frown without wanting to apologize or correct speech. Shy bitch.

"We stay first! Maybe he needs some time to do it himself."

Then Bryan turned around and stepped towards the stairs that were at the end without needing to be guided again. Just the sound of a step not far behind him, it could be ascertained that it was a step from Anara's barbaric friend, accusing him just like that.

"I was wondering why he was crying" Hartik said, opening the conversation as the two of them sat down on the sofa downstairs.

"Hmm."

Bryan had no interest in replying to Hartik. Also expressing the possibilities that could be the right reason for Anara, Caroline also cried.

Ah, why her?

He should not have to think about Anara who might be as busy as in the room. After all, the woman already had her protective figure. Yeah, who else if not Candra? His friend and rival in a strange romance that almost to this bright spot.

But, a strange feeling that grew in his heart and became more and more so after he bravely nurtured it, making Bryan choose to wait on the sofa, with Hartik. Without knowing what to do? Besides guessing.

However, suddenly his mind recalled Caroline's last sentence, Caroline,

"Ask your best friend, Candra!"

"Ask your best friend, Candra!"

"Ask your best friend, Candra!"

That word disturbs his mind. Until without waiting for the sentence to come back to his mind, Bryan reached into the phone from his shirt. Swipe the screen to find Candra's name.

"Why the hell about?" Ask Hartik again. However, Bryan who heard that chose to continue his activities.

The square flat object was already hanging in his ears, along with Hartik's gaze which implied an annoyed look. Maybe because of the unresolved question.

The phone connection was not lifted. Just walk by. Bryan knew enough of the reason, especially if not for his treacherous self? Putting the day on people's lovers, motherfucker once isn't it?

His hand was busy typing messages, now,

Lift it! I'm gonna talk. Significant.

However, until Bryan's 5th call. Candra won't pick up her phone. I want it to feel like he's cursing. But it was canceled to see Hartik who returned to climb the stairs.

Hose for so long, because Hartik never come down. Bryan decided to go upstairs.

"I didn't think Tiiiik," said Anara.

Don't you think what?

"Have you asked Candra yet?" Connect Hartik with a vibrating sound.

Bryan stopped his steps in order to hear Candra's name called. He was curious, what exactly? Can anyone tell him?

"Who knows misunderstandings or maybe .. slander," the additional sentence from Hartik sounds totally unconvincing.

"If so, Tiiik?" Anara's voice was sobbing again, her voice was trembling.

"You ask, An! Don't take it too far!" Hartik's voice is full of wisdom.

"If Caroline is right. How'm i?"

"You ask first! I hope it's not right!"

Bryan who was stealing hear outside, of course more curious. But he chose to go back down, even though his heart raged amazingly.

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