THE SMITH'S (A Sequel Of Not Just Friends)

PART 7'S

#I'M IN YOUR EYES# Part 2

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“Prita!.”  Bryan immediately stood up from his seat because he felt sure that the girl who looked like a vocalist of the band he was now calling was right Prita his sister Fania, even though the girl was wearing a hat.

‘Prita ..?.’ John immediately turned his head because Bryan called Prita's name, plus the – man stood enthusiastically.

***

In the band's rest area at a cafe in Bandung, Bandung,

“Prita lo ga eat?.” Said one of the band boys with shaggy hair.

“Engga ah's. Use it to be my compliment. Before I came here I had eaten and now still full.” Prita Sahut.

“Where are you going?.”

“Ke bangar front. Take charger on motor.” Answer Prita.

Prita's friend who the band boy raised his hand and fingers formed the letter O which means okay, okay, and Prita continued his steps out of the band's rest area towards the motor park through several tables while greeting some cafe guests he already knew.

“Prita!.” Prita stopped her steps because she heard someone calling her name. He spontaneously turned to the source of the sound.

‘Sister Bryan?.’ Prita's inner self recognizes Bryan, her brother's friend.

But Prita's eyes perfectly rounded to see one more – men who are with Bryan who is now also standing staring at him while glued in place.

‘Damn it!, why is he here anyway?!.’

Prita swore in his heart and immediately dashed towards the outside of the cafe.

'Ck!. I belom ready to meet him, Tuhaaan ..’

“Prita!.”

John called out to Prita who was running towards the outside of the cafe loudly. It did not matter that many eyes were looking at him at this moment.

While Bryan seemed a little confused by the situation that occurred at this time. Astonished by the attitude of her sister Fania who clearly avoid the John who was running after her.

“Prita, Wait!.” John chases Prita to the outside of the cafe. But the girl was not seen.

John's eyes are looking for – look towards the car park.

‘Yeah Prita, why avoid me to this anyway?!.’

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“It turns out, no matter how far I try to run, in the end can not prevent my destiny to meet him again. More handsome anyway!.”

***

‘Damn it!.’

Again – again Prita swearing in heart.

‘Lock, where is the key ..’

He felt – felt his jacket pocket while moving quickly towards his motorbike parked on the right side of the cafe.

Prita has reached the bike. His motorbike he deliberately bought for his transportation in Bandung. Prita prefers to use a motorbike when it is in Bandung. Actually where – where also he prefers to use a motorcycle rather than a car, if the distance is not too far away. And because he often goes back and forth – to Bandung, in addition to the apartment, Prita also buys a motorcycle, which he usually uses if there is a singing schedule in the cafe.

Prita has managed to start his motorbike, then he hunted – to immediately leave the cafe where he sang it.

“Prita!.”

John had found Prita in the parking lot of the motorbike, because he heard the sound of the engine matic motor that lit. But John was a little late because Prita had turned the gas handlebar and immediately launched the motor.

“****! (Fuck! ).”

John ran after Prita who had driven with his motorbike to get to the streets in front of the cafe.

‘Yes Lord Prita. Brother John just wanted to talk.’

John looked at where the Prita motor drove with a clear face.

“Hey John!.” The voice calling out to him made John look over.

“Eh, Man!.” John told Arman.

“Ngapain lo?. Where's bryan?.” Ask Arman because John is on the street.

“Man, pinjem car lo!.”

“Hah?.”

Arman was a little shocked because John immediately opened the steering door. Want to not want – men it was out of the steering chair.

“Bryan inside!.”

John immediately got into Arman's car and immediately drove the car to pursue Prita. Move to where Prita was following.

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John's face looked bright.

“Prita!.”

John calls Prita because he remembers the motorcycle the girl used.

“PRITA!.”

John raises the volume of his voice, calling out to Prita.

John knew and was sure that Prita heard him calling the girl, because when the girl's bike stopped he looked over.

But unfortunately, Prita immediately shook his motorbike when the traffic light had turned green. And also turn immediately.

John also took his car. But the traffic of Bandung a little solid that makes him lose Prita. Moreover, the girl jumped on her motorbike quickly.

‘Shaan! .. Her brother if driving a crazy car – crazy! Now his sister's got a matic bike like a ninja!.’

John hit the wheel hard. Upset at losing track of Prita.

But John did not give up. He is now walking down the street where Prita turns again. Nil. He rubbed his face rough.

‘Am I that bad in your eyes?. So you don't want to be close to me anymore?. Am I that bad in your life?.’

John felt the pain in his heart, because it was very clear that Prita was avoiding him, away from him.

‘What is Brother John like you, Prita?.’

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Prita is now in her apartment. His phone felt vibrating in his jacket pocket.

“Halo.” Sahut Prita who received a phone call on his cell phone.

“Prita! Where are you?.” Sounding from sebrang.

“Ga essential!. Sorry, I didn't take session two. There's a little problem. Aris can handle session two alone?.”

“Ya can do it anyway. Just earlier I heard there were – kusuk shoes about lo. Lo fuss with people?”

“Engga. Something personal (Personal issue ).”

“Is there anything we can help people with?”

“Ga. Thanks. I can still handle myself.” Prita sighed. “This is the last time I maen there?”

“Iya.”

“Ya. Please don't involve me for a while. I will confirm again. If there is a complaint from the cafe about my problem my problem tonight, you tell me. My sister will be in order.”

“Ck!. Ga going to macem – macem this party cafe if already the same business lo. Want this short age cafe if same affairs brother lo and sister-in-law lo more – more.”

“Ya. I want to go straight back to Jakarta tonight as well.”

“Ya is so. Lo take care. Tell us people if you need help. Honor I transfer later yes.”

“It's easy about that. Oh yes, my songbook is simple. You guys want to use also what – what.”

“OK Boss!.”

“Ya yes. Sorry I'm the same other. Yuk. I hunt – buru.”

Prita cut off her phone call.

‘Kudu hunt – hunt cus I this. If you can't – can he snusulin me here.’

Prita grumbled in his heart.

“Si Amel where else?. I need to wait for the kids to come back first huh?.”

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John eventually turned back the car Arman had borrowed. Back to the cafe where he came with Bryan. Upset and sad to stir – stir the bule koplak's heart at this time, after getting a real rejection from Prita. It seems like he is getting a test of patience.

John went into the cafe and looked at the table where he had been sitting. Bryan and Arman and two friends

they're still there.

John immediately approached them and threw his b*kong rough on the chair with a long sigh.

“This is my drink huh?.”

“Iya.” Bryan said to the listless-looking John.

And John immediately downed the drink he just asked Bryan.

“Lo any problems same si Prita?” ask Bryan.

“Slight.”

“Weight kayaknya. He escaped from lo.”

John grunting. “Entah ...” he said then in lethargy.

“Lo is related to Prita, John?.” Tanya Arman was curious.

“Lo know who he is?. Fania's sister!. I have a relationship with Prita!. Family!.” John's voice is a little tart. But Bryan chuckled.

“But you have the same taste of Prita!”

John throws a prick at Bryan.

“Sok know lo!”

“Halah! Don't get – kok berkel lo!. Your face looks clear if you like the Prita as a girl!. Not ade – adean!.”

Bryan chuckled, followed by Arman. While the other two friends only pay attention to the interaction of three people in front of them. “Si Vla still in Russia?” Ask John.

“Ga need to ngalihin talk lo, fedofil!.”

“Damn lo, Man!. Si Prita is not a High School boy anymore!” John Sahut.

“Haha .. So indirectly you admit if you tuh there is a sense of dong sama si Prita.” Chirping Bryan.

“Terden!.” John Bryan and Arman.

“Wait a minute, which Prita are you talking about?. Who likes to write here?” Ask one of their friends who was sitting there.

“Yap!.” Bryan and Arman.

“Lo know him Cal?.” John moved his body.

“Ya. He lives in the same building I.”

“Hah?. Really Cal?”

“Yes if you mean the sexy vocalist Prita who likes to write here. Yes yes he lives in the same apartment building as me.”

“Lo John's eyes, you know good stuff. That hot chick abis emang. Just wanted me to incer!” Said the man other than the one called Cal.

“Jaga mouth lo. Don't macem – macem same him!.” John issued a warning to his friend who then chuckled.

“Iya, yes relax, Bro!.”

‘Prita belongs to me!.’ Inner John. “Anter me to where he is Cal.”

“When?.”

“Now!”

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To be continuous............