Trapped in Love with the Idol

15. Ruminations

Night creeping cleavage, Albar and Balqis have entered their respective rooms, as well as Aki.

The room in the house has been extinguished since an hour ago.

Quiet, silent, only the sound of the clockwork of the wall and the occasional gecko sound is heard.

Balqis in her room continued her studies, sitting at a table reading books and occasionally taking notes that she thought were important.

On the study table there is a laptop that has been two months can no longer use Balqis. The laptop crashed when Balqis came home from school and her bike was thrown into a messy car.

Balqis fell down with her bike, and the bag containing her laptop slipped off the street.

I don't know what then makes the laptop so it can not be used again, has tried to be serviced, but the results still can not be used as before.

Balqis sighed.

His eyes stared at the desk calendar with BTS. For a few weeks, he had not stopped by the bank to save money.

Usually every Monday Balqis after school will take the time to stop by the Bank to save the excess of his allowance and the results of his sembolan sale.

Of course, the money is his savings which he will later use to increase the money to register for college so as not to trouble Aki.

Although...

"You are the only school that focuses on Qis, later college also stay in college where you want, about the costs your parents have prepared before dying, so don't worry about school and college costs."

Well that's what Aki said to Balqis when Balqis first made the break for the reason of adding to the pocket money and to save up because he wanted to go to college.

Balqis sighed again.

Well, maybe Balqis could have just heard Aki's words so no need to worry about the cost anymore.

But Balqis can't be like that. He could not want to rely only on the money left by parents, then Balqis could live a relaxed and spoiled life.

Ah no! Balqis obviously can not be like that, he still wants to contribute to himself in his efforts to reach his goals.

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Meanwhile Albar in his own room seemed to be sitting selonjor on a mattress on the floor where he used to sleep.

The floor mattress that could be folded into a sofa was a blue dongker with checkered lines. Albar was busy talking to Flo on the phone.

"Didn't you have other activities always call me?"

Ask Flo across there.

Albar hissing.

"Who do I have to call? The time of Najwa Shihab."

Annoyed Albar.

Flo laughs.

"What's? Now what else?"

Albar leaned back lazily, then started talking to Flo.

"Flo, have you ever had any ideals?"

Ask Albar.

"Yes, never."

Sahut Flo's.

"What are your goals?"

Ask Albar.

"When I was a kid, I had a dream to be Gaban."

Said Flo.

Haish... Albar hissing.

"Dodol, it's not like that!"

Annoyed Albar.

"Oohs... Well I know, I used to have aspirations of watching Bigbang concerts and being able to take photos with GD, and that has been the case.'

Said Flo.

Albar patted his eel.

"It's not Flo, it's not that, it's more about the future, it's about our lives."

Albar.

"Well, you actually discussed what the hell, I don't understand. What my ideals answered isn't even bae."

Flo is nagging.

"Lha is serious."

"What do you mean, doctor, sailor, astronaut, pilot or whatever."

Albar.

Flo laughed out loud.

"Heh shucks! I'm serious."

Albar emotions.

"I swear, you ate the wrong thing about his brain."

Flo said in between his laughter which made Albar want to punch him if it was close.

"Udahlah, say the same you mending talking to the bushes."

Albar sewot.

Flo added ngakak.

Albar stopped his phone.

Placed his cellphone on the wooden floor of his attic room, then slumped lazily lying on the mattress with both hands folded as a pillow.

The eyes with his two pitch-black eyeballs stared at the ceiling, thinking of his chatter with Balqis.

Usian with Balqis was seven years adrift, but it seemed that the boy was already much better at understanding the meaning of life.

He even seemed to know where he should take his steps in the future.

Albar also remembered his activities with Aki all day.

Especially when he went to the mosque, met some villagers who were so friendly and warm.

They do not know Albar as an artist, they are kind to Albar because he is a guest and brother Aki.

Though when viewed life Aki mediocre and even simple, but in fact Aki so respected.

Albar so thought, actually a living man who makes it valuable what?

If the fame is said to be valuable, in fact Albar does not seem to be treated as well as the village people in Aki.

Albar was only hailed, only judged, only adored for a moment, but once there was one blemish he was in fact immediately smashed and seemed no longer worth.

Then, if it's about money.

In fact, Albar with all the money so much never had a really close friend like Balqis and his three friends, where they can enjoy togetherness even though it is just doing daily activities.

Especially if the matter of the department and others, ah Albar know very well how lonely life Mami and her aunt Flo.

They may occasionally be seen gathering with many high-class socialites, but in fact they are just busy competing with what they have.

No one really becomes a friend, who sees us as human beings, not the owner of things.

Albar breathed.

Could something be wrong with her life? Or is the way he looks at his life wrong all this time?

Albar remembered Balqis's sentence about his reason for wanting to become a teacher.

"Because I want life to benefit others. The most useful thing in this world is science."

Albar smiled remembering that sentence.

Well, Balqis is not talking about success, not about world achievement in material form.

But more than that.

Benefit. Benefit for others. Life is useful to others.

Albar grabbed his cellphone again, he rolled over to change position to prone.

He opened the memo, then wrote a sentence.

"Living is useful to others. In the world the most useful is science."

Albar stared at his writing in the memo.

Then he suddenly wanted to upload it on his social media story.

Clik...

Albar could hear his own grin, feeling that this was the first time his story had quality.

After uploading the writing, Albar returned to lying on the mattress.

He wants to sleep soundly tonight, while starting to think of an ideal.

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