The Tragedy of the Night

The Part 22

On the side of the soundproof room was a man who was dissolving with his mind. The view of the adult man is straight to the glass wall that can penetrate directly the view of the city of Jakarta from a height. Don't forget a cigarette in his mouth. He sipped in the cigarette and exhaled the smoke so that it formed a clot. Keep the unclean thing out of his mouth and thrown it away.

Alex the man is being subdued a myriad of problems that are still a mystery. If one knew who he was, one would definitely feel negative auras emanating from the male's body. His life is indeed full of mystery, the dark world he already considers as his candlestick. He can't get far with things that smell illegal.

The man sat in one of the chairs. In front of him were painting tools, the man grabbed a brush and dipped it into oil paint and then rubbed it onto the half-finished canvas. He put the brush on the painting.

On the canvas is painted a toddler boy who looks like him is laughing loosely. He smiled at his work, an instinct that led him to paint the boy. He just followed his path according to his mood.

It is certain that if his parents knew he was painting, they would not let him. But what does it matter? This is his life and only he has the right to manage it, even if it is his parents. About him always obedient with all the wishes of his parents, it is part of his renaissance. Just let his parents feel flying up in the clouds because they have managed to run the boy's life according to the scenario they make. If later he had succeeded in bringing down his parents, and at that time he would laugh out loud, no matter who he was. If he already hates then in the eyes of an Alex semunaya is the same.

He is not the type of man who has a heart, he is a man who is firm with his principles, not easily complacent with anything including a woman. A lady? Hid. Alex doesn't care about them, the need in the eyes of men is just a piece of trash that most don't need his presence, they all just make a man's trouble. But far from that he uses a woman only as an impingement.

There was a sound of the door opening. The man did not budge from his place and instead observed the painting of the boy closely. The person who had just entered took a breath and threw it away in a huff. Dive can only smile at the fate of his best friend. After the man was discharged from the hospital that had been the man's inn for months, he was always busy with his own world. Although his parents had strictly prohibited him from dealing with art, but the man still did it secretly.

Approaching Alex while curling both corners of his bibr and observing the painting painted by his master. Being in a position like this makes Dive want to stop her tears. What Alex has done brings him back to that. The pain re-created the man's feelings. With full force he held back all the tears that could no longer bear to drip. Why is everything almost the same? Wh why?

"Arsen" he said unconsciously.

Hearing the muttering of the name made Alex turn her body. He observed his right hand and his best friend who had been carried away. He looked at Dive with his own distinctive view that is always flat.

"I told you not to call me Arsen. No Arsen, Arsen is dead. I was with him differently. I'm alex, once again you call my name by that name just get ready to take the punishment." He really doesn't like to be like that. He is still himself and not someone else. Arsen is very similar to him but he is not Arsen. The man has been dead for five years.

"Ah sorry," Dive wiped her tears behind her glasses, "you end up looking a lot like her. Your personality is all the same no different, and including your hobbies are also the same. He's the same naysayer as you, so I'm sorry for thinking it was him. I never thought that Arsen had left so fast, he was young. But I'm also surprised, isn't Arsen not having a twin brother, but why do you look so much like him."

Alex went out of his room to get out of this boring place. Laptop is not the thing that makes the enemies disappear but it makes it feel numb. It is better to get some fresh air outside.

'Why do I feel that Alex is Arsen' Inner Dive.

The mature brown-skinned man was also uniformed Alex's departure. A second later he also followed the man's steps.

While on the lower floor a woman wearing a cafe employee uniform out of the largest company in Indonesia. A tired roar so radiated from his innocent face.

In the back, Alex exits the company and heads to his abandoned car. When he was talking to Nisa, suddenly the sound of an incoming call was heard. Alex hurriedly lifted him up and lowered his head to look at the phone screen. While the woman crouched when she realized the shoelace was open until she did not realize Alex who passed next to the woman.

Nisa stood up and wanted to continue her path after Edo who had been waiting for the forger across the street, but a hard object nudged her. Nisa looked at the person who was none other than Dive who was in a hurry.

"Ah-I'm sorry miss." After apologizing, Dive returned to pursue Alex who was opening the door of his luxury car.

Nisa shook her head looking at Dive's attitude just now. "Based on the rich."

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TB