Tears And Love's

Part Seven

Sora entered his room with his mind still focused on his conversation earlier. He immediately slammed his body into the bed.

“Amora Sasi January. You can call me Amora.”

 “A—Amora Sasi?”

“Iya, why?”

Sora shook his head trying to expel the thoughts that entered his brain. He gripped his hair tightly while closing his eyes.

“Why is my heart sure that he is my Sasi? Sasi died nine years ago. Why is his name the same as Sasi? Is he really Sasi? But why doesn't he want me at all?” ask Sora frustrated.

Sora threw his gaze at the frame that was on the table beside his bed. Sora smiled faintly as he looked at the smile of the little girl in the photo.

“Kalo it really lo, do you also have the same feeling as me? Do you also miss the same as I like rasain? If he really lo, I promise I will always take care of you. I promise, Sasi.”

“Why you?” sora asked Sasi who was sitting alone in the garden. His face looks very wrinkled.

Sasi glanced at him and shook his head weakly.

“I'm not okay.”

Sora narrowed his eyes, unable to believe what Sasi had thrown. “Kalo you have a problem, story

same me.”

“I kelas sama Yogi,” sesah Sasi slowly.

“Why?”

“Because of him I got mad at Papa. He was wrong, he disturbed me. But Papa always belain him. Tickling him is a guy.”

“Too he bothers you again, say the same to me!” exclaim Sora with spirit.

“Kok I have to say to you? Why why?”

“So long if he bullies you, I can take care of you. So you don't have to be angry with your Papa anymore

deh.”

“What do you want to take care of me?” ask Sasi plain.

Without hesitation Sora immediately nodded his head while smiling widely.

It was with pleasure that Sasi took a peek at Sora's little finger.

“Still yes.”

***

The young man played a cigarette butt in his hand. He occasionally took a heavy breath while staring straight at the street in front of him.

“Why don't you get that spirit?” asked a thug-looking man beside the young man. The young man glanced over and shook his head.

“Gue is tired of living like a gini. I was too protective of myself. Moreover, the Sora want to be my free bodyguard. What kind of a child should I be set up?” dumel the young man, annoyed.

The thug-looking and tattooed man showed his concerned face and rubbed the young man's back. “Lo should be grateful to still have a family, but also. Let's look at the people in this village, living in a group that is very grateful. Although not the same as the original family. Make a meal should be sloppy first.”

“But I'm tired Bram! Lo know? I ran away from my hostel in Sydney because I didn't want to be bound by the rules. Uh, I was caught with Sora. Because of him I have to be forcibly held for school in Indonesia again.”

“Maybe your family has a point, Gi,” said the man named Bram.

“Whatever the reason, I don't want to bokap too chatty me!!” snapped the young man with emotion and immediately left Bram. Bram could only watch the young man's treatment.

Bram and his other friends already understand the character of the young man. The figure that looked like a bringasan was nothing more than a fragile young man. Bram still remembered his first meeting with the young man.

At that time Bram intended to pick up the young man who was sitting pensively on the side of the bridge. His eyes were so empty. Despite being a thug, Bram still has a conscience.

“Eh boy. Why are you sitting here? Not at school? Ortu lo nyariin lo!” sahut Bram while patting softly Junior High in front of him.

The Junior High raised his head. Bram could feel the sadness in the eyes of the Junior High child. Because he is too

I once felt a sadness.

“Gue males school,” replied the person briefly.

Bram scrunched his forehead hearing the boy's answer. It might be the Junior High in front of him

 this is males school. Judging from his appearance, Bram knew that this child was from the bourgeoisie. Suddenly a crazy idea pops up in Bram's mind.

“Lo want to follow you as a thug?” ask Bram directly.

Bram thought the boy ran away from his front quickly. Who would have thought that the boy immediately showed his enthusiasm.

“Perman? I want to!”