The Owner of the Angel
SPB: White wing bag. 2
He took a sharp peek at the sturdy and large tree trunk in front of him. Something in the form of a small white is moving smoothly no matter what, his eyes are not wrong even though assisted by two more eyes aka glasses.
“Who are you?,” the man's girlfriend.
There is no truth, curiosity also peaked it felt immediately wanted to erupt. Once asked there is no answer let alone second, third and so on, as if he did not turn away he found out with an economical step approaching something white there.
“Who are you? Why are you keeping quiet? You were there since, right? Hello, you listen?,” his reprimand.
Hanif abstained from retreating, he continued to approach the tree like in the film with the tense scene of the glasses man did not waver. His shoes alone did not make a noise, so that people there did not notice it.
After a few minutes, he managed to look behind the tree. His eyes widened when he knew the place was empty jumping. Only the leaves and twigs and white clothes were exactly on Hanif.
“So the one who was moving, this?!,” his great-grandson felt cocky.
The sound of the movement of the leaves was clearly heard, Hanif was seen alert to the surroundings. He was afraid that a wild animal was after his life. Sure enough, the grass around him continued to sway, when in the spotlight using a flashlight invisible nothing.
Hanif's instincts have not ceased to control him, the glasses man finally left his resting place and followed the swaying grass ahead there. Getting further and running, whether it was an animal or a human was invisible in his eyes.
He was brought to the depths of the forest which was dark, silent and haunted. The night animals greeted each other at that time, he was not afraid of the sound of owls or dogs barking just afraid of getting further from the exit.
“This feels further and further into the forest !,” his murmur looked up. "Aghhh !!, his weeping” that almost fell down the abyss. The more focused on finding out the moving object the more the monitor. Unknowingly the footing on the right side of his foot was an unknown chasm into it. "Almost !!,” let him be grateful.
“Hai, sorry to surprise you !!,” exclaimed the woman in white not far from her sight. He blinked in shock without being careful his right foot brought his own body rolling down the surface of the abyss. He fell further and further, his lips twitching and fainting.
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BRAKKKK !!!
The glass in Bi Mirna's hand suddenly fell, the flesh clumping red chest felt tight. There was an uneasy feeling when he remembered the figure of his young master. Luckily, no one was home that night, Fira did not come home and her parents stayed out of town for work.
Bi Mirna grimaced rubbing her chest, honestly she had not calmed down if she had not seen Hanif directly. “May the young master be fine,” he said as if praying. The middle-aged woman rushed to clean the broken glass on the floor. “Yes Allah, if the master and the great mistress were still there maybe the young master's life would not be this difficult. If only they wanted to sign a scholarship approval letter abroad, surely the young master had left and lived comfortably there,” grumbled while cleaning the tile floor.
The only childhood witness of Hanif Mahardika is bi Mirna herself. Since childhood he was the one who continued to accompany the small family until Hanif's birth mother left and in the follow-up his father married a beautiful woman from public figures then he died of a heart attack, then now his second wife married again with one child widower.
On the other hand, Fira and friends continue a crazy party at a night bar. They are late until they do not want to go home. Feeling grown up, Fira did not hesitate to drink hara* more than his dose.
The women who soon entered the stage of maturation were wearing super mini clothes, even though many men around them. Dilan and Adam also enliven the madness.
“Fir, beautiful elo tonight !!,” exciting Dilan.
“Eh, take him there mumpung him again mabok,” hast Adam glanced at the friend.
“Crazy for !! Afraid of me, aware I was hanging ,” objected. “That kid if angry play claw, I'm also not so good that time,”
“What !!,” interrupted Fira half conscious. Staring at the man in front of him. One is tall and the other is sweet.
They simultaneously glanced towards the beautiful woman, “ini Dilan likes the same elo from the first. Elo thank you?,” sergeant Adam took over Dilan's remarks.
“Hah? What ??? I DON'T LISTEN, YOU GUYS SAY WHAT?,” the screech as hard as possible until Dilan's earlobe almost exploded.
“Beautiful-beautiful bolot also !!,” ketus Adam got a elbow from his best friend.
“APA, WHO LIKES ME?!,” asked while shouting. The music in the room was even more echoing until just talking had to scream. Dilan who said no words at all Fira, “WHATAN SIH LO? I'M BUDEG !!!,”
“Aghhh already, free I actually love me here. Setres me !!,” lamented Dilan away from their group.
“EHH LISTEN YES, I TU ALREADY LIKE OTHER PEOPLE !!,” elak Fira staggering. Dilan's footsteps froze on the spot, his face seemed to dislike. “GUE HER LIKES THE SAME DIA,” friends Fira shocked not kepalang when screwing Adam tightly.
“Eh? i, since when?,” said Adam invited strokes from Dilan.
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Slowly her eyelids open, dismiss the drowsiness that had spread. Before long, his gaze had already widened noticing both eyes as soon as the front looked at him. He woke up from his sleep and sat looking at the woman.
“Who are you?,”
He smiled, “there is no time to explain, I took a nap,” he replied back and fell asleep.
“Kok sleeping?,” his denial. He was closed also disappeared remaining a speck of sparkle light went flying somewhere. Hanif rubbed both of his eyes roughly, “not this yet in another realm. It's still on earth,” obviously make sure. “Wait-wait, where are my glasses?,”
Without the glasses he could not see clearly but this time the glasses did not depend on the right place but Hanif felt his vision was fine. Not blurry even very clear, all nearby objects are visible.
He checked all his limbs at least there were no injuries there were only some parts of the shirt that were torn. As he remembered, he stepped on the abyss and went in there. Like a miracle, Hanif prostrated his life is still safe still able to breathe oxygen, can still see bi Mirna.
A strand of white feathers like those of a goose was on the man's lap. It is not understood what this woman had to do with her hair and her eyesight and her life.
“Who is he really?,” muttered Hanif.
