The Secret With Bad Boy

Reminiscing

At ten in the night, Kala and Riko had already returned home. Kinanti had already entered the room, while Emili was still cleaning her body in the bathroom. The girl was used to taking a night bath, she said that her night bath became more soundly because her body was clean.

While waiting for Emili who did not like staying asleep, Kinanti tidied up her books. The finished book he studied and tested. He put it in a large container box and arranged it neatly. This book will one day be needed again so he must keep it well. He also cleaned his desk drawer and accidentally, he found his diary.

Kinanti sat up straight in her study chair. He lifted his leg up on the chair and opened the diary. He smiled and read his writing there. His face turned soft as he looked at the papers he had stored and contained Lukman's handwriting. It contains Lukman's sentences whenever the man wants to speak at length while his breath is choked or his voice is hoarse.

There are a lot of things Lukman wrote there. Kinanti did not expect, Lukman's handwriting became a historical memory in his life.he rubbed Lukman's writing that is far from neat, but very effective.

“Thank you for being the best Dad for Kinan, Dad. Yang Kinan experienced at this time is still not easy, but Kinant tried to go through this process well.” Fucked Lukman's handwriting with full feeling as if he was trying to kiss the shadow of the father. Lukman's shadow appeared in his mind. Filling up his hollow imagination made Kinanti feel at home closing her eyes and playing with the memories of her past.

“Strong father son, great father son.” The sentence was then echoed by Kinanti every time Kinanti fell and Lukman faithfully encouraged his daughter while rubbing both of Kinanti's legs to stand up again and get used to the pain.

Slowly, Kinanti opened her eyes. He looked back at Lukman's writing. “Strong father son, great father son.” Kinanti repeated the sentence to encourage herself. It was like a spell that Kinanti could use whenever she felt sad.

There are a lot of feelings that I feel right now. However, one sure feeling that makes the girl smile is the pride of having a father like Lukman.

“After this, Kinan will be even stronger, father.” Kinanti muttered to herself and promised in her heart.

“Nan,” no long sound Emili heard. She just came out of the bathroom and dried her hair. He looked at the shoulder of Kinanti who was sitting at his study table and looked dreamy. He was afraid that his friend was sad again.

I don't know why suddenly Emili breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, it was very relieved to see Kinanti smiling and there were no tears left on her face. It was as if the girl had gone through her grief and changed with a stronger Kinanti. The butterfly has come out of its cocoon.

“Nothing, would like to call lo.” It doesn't matter to sound random, the important thing is that he can make sure that Kinanti is better.

“Dih, your habit of talking like hanging.” Kinanti kept her diary back and moved from her study chair to the bed and laid her body there.

“I want to sleep first yes, you do not forget to first cool the hair so tomorrow not vertigo.” Kinanti. He pulled the blanket to the shoulder and laid his body sideways to Emili.

“Iya,” sahut Emili. He continued to dry his hair while looking at Kinanti's back. “Beautiful dream, Nan.” Emili's voice sounded slow because of his intention he would only speak inwardly.

“Yes, you too. Do not chat continues with Riko, let tomorrow not bad luck.” It turns out that Kinanti chimed in.

"Hehehehe. Yeah, well, his phone wants me to die too." Emili chuckled slightly and continued to dry her hair. Hah, Kinanti tonight is completely different. He no longer only focuses on himself, but also on his surroundings including Emili.

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