Twin

Short Reunion

Jihan remembers Sosflat in the hand as black as Chia's, when the clone settled the workbench, the glittering black flat her position changed. "Snail's Nest?"

Hape taped again to the ear, listen to the contents. "really. Half is still Xmatter. Some Controllers Seed (control bit). So you can make it something."

"Is there a challenge?"

"Seed refuses if you try to show it to others."

"How interested is attention? I think it's home, Rin," Jihan looked around. "Campus emang became a tomb on Saturday afternoon. So this time I broke up for a ritual in class. Mr. Guntur dateng maleman, Mr. Siantar off, clean up."

Once the surroundings were safe, Jihan refocused on Sosflat. The eyes are squished, the hape is grasped rather firmly, and when the hand shakes one second..

Bruurh...!

"Anjriite.."

Pluch! Sosflat falls loose in the hand as soon as it burns. The fire blazed and smoky, shortly extinguished, the trail of smoke disappeared.

Squatting jehan slip hair. "Oh that.."

With a smile still developing, Jihan hung a palm on top of ConSeed, telekinetically.

Grrrth!! The set!

Sllpg!

Sosflat darted straight at Jihan's ring finger, circling like a real ring. "Yes.. Don't item."

Zett's..! Precisely Chameleon pigment, Sosflat embedded, rotating follow the color of the skin Jihan.

The campus hallway is empty. Jihan continued to follow him until she reached her destination. Near the mosque yard tree he found some people were discussing with the same alma mater.

On the steps of the mosque, there were sitting playing hape, in the emper there were shoes, on the edge of the building Jihan saw Diandra was washing his face. And Jihan's sitting down taking off her shoes.

Clearly Jihan was healed, gulped at the mosque dispenser water after she tasted a little.

Fifteen minutes later, two friends next door walked the campus road until they reached their gate at the age of two Junior High School children and the third high school girl.

"Correction of Brother Judes" said the young man in white hijab in front of Jihan. "Wake up immediately from your sleep."

"Umm. Walaikumsalam, Indie. This. elo?"

"Aminah Sanin. That clear?"

"Yes.. Ukthi. Monday Trust."

"Achiefs!"

"Ups.." fat Jihan on both shoulders. "Yes. Yeah.."

"Gp!"

Nina turned around to leave the place. He's in a long loose trouser, a long-sleeved shirt. Soon she was wearing a levis-blue jacket that had been strangled since. Later then..

Jihan found the book logo, on the Ukthi's back.

Nina who was already sitting in the seat, starter her matic, flick off.

"He wants to go to the PlayStation service, he said. Sticks.. The game stick is broken."

"Is elo still this Roman?"

"Nor. My body grew up there, Giz. Tau kak Medium, Chia, Gemini, Rifrom, Betha, equal Trium. Kisye tea knows me too. Clone's sister Bratelite, I know her lab."

"So where do I relax in the cafe room? The ship was empty at that time."

"Sleep Brother.. Previously we were busy fighting star ma parasas. The older brother who was humming, did not know the war."

"Really Yan?" jihan asked glanced to the side.

"I. yeah. Once a day we patrol. Redstone interacts constantly with his fellow trident friends."

"Lo earth right now it's like a waste, not terpake. Continues to.. This earth belongs.. Who the hell, Rom?"

"God's Own. But his responsibility is elo Han. Who failed to kill bang Riko."

"Ooh. That's yeah.. So my ultimate earth is abandoned? And this timeline belongs to Jisas?"

"Rubber. Elo, is it okay khan? Are we really the same as us..?"

"Gue used to tease your girlfriend this Rom. Now I'm sorry. You agree, Vita?"

"Yes Brother. Dimaaffin. Hihi.."

"Lo must be a sweet single in Fanam over there. Nick Vita is a machinist, son of The Moon."

"I also went home. Met mamingan ya both of you."

"We're home. Yeah, Han. Aslamualikum."

"Vita go home first, sister. Drugs.."

"Hu um! Walaikumsalam."

Sejoli Junior High turned right in front of Jihan. They're in sports, one uniform. Seeing the name of the school printed on the shirt, Jihan realized they were in her Junior High School, SLTP Negeri 2 student Ciseureuh.

Jihan and Diandra continued their steps. The conversation about Jihan's funeral continued. From the mosque they discuss the sleep-death.

"This time a new ambulance came. I'm still confused I should call nyokap lo ato gak. Hhh, I went to the hospital first. So that's where I was told to call your parents."

"The nutmeg elo again err.."

"Yes very tired. The reading we learned had a different effect on me. The hospital is empty. People are there again. Empty again. There's more. Nyembuhin. More and more.. Mumet know not.."

"Si Mamah how did she react?"

"Gue siuman in your room, again compressed the towel angel. Ma.makasi Aunt. Jihan where is.. He cried again that's me. You asked me to sleep. But I can't. Join nangis dengar naji yasin at your house.. Hic.. Thou shalt. Morning was.. Hic.. Come to the tomb. Hick..!"

The two enter the transport that Jihan intercepted outside the campus. Diandra continued to tell. Another passenger was busy manteng hape behind the driver, huhu and sengak-seng Dian.

"Lo tau no, hiks-hiks.I live alone in the tomb. Let's call my parents. He came to my house because my order did not come. I kept lamenting at the tomb of elo. hikk-hiks! Uhuh! Hhuuu-hu. sum..pah.it's so sad! Hick! Gu.

l am.. I´m.. Uhuh! Hicks! Gu. i.. Hicks!"

Dian's voice was choked until she could no longer speak. All of his words were immediately drowned. Jihan hugged him from the side as they sat next to each other, not asking any more but quietly letting warm in her eyes.

The city is already crowded with frenzy. The horn, the people in the shop, the roar of the bike, all that was amazing in Jihan's eyes. Diandra has gone first and the crowd is not so dense, enough to make Jihan satisfied because Han-market still exists.

In front of the store, Jihan handed over the fare to the angkot driver. He crossed after being left in the vehicle. A piece of the gate he saw and Jihan continued walking down the alley. Jihan then reached into her hanging bag, picking up something that kept ringing.

Original mobile.

"Yes Mah?"

"Go home! What time is it?! Habits.."

Jihan's shoulders lifted hearing her mother's roar. "Yes.iya, Mah. Nih Hani in the alley. Uhhh.."

Click! Phone disconnected.

Jihan put her handheld back in the bag. After closing, the bag was held. Jihan hastened her path.

Impatient with the owner yelling earlier, Jihan decided to run.

"Now!" call Jihan to the woman who just closed the gate of the house. His face was exactly the Paradok that ever existed.

Dephs!

"Hani come home Mah!" girang Jihan in her embrace.

The woman who was held back by the sigadis kept silent. His face was a bit confused. Before long Jihan immediately let go of the hug while wiping her cheeks.

"Don't get used to the afternoon. Mama should.."

"Guum!!"

"Why are you Hani?"

"Cured. Wew.."

"Hands on the job first. No guests until your Father comes home" Mamah said as Jihan kissed the back of her hand. "No more. It's healed."

The cup!

"Cowowow.. Ja. Ja. Ihh, noisy."

Mom also left. He's been wrapped in his work clothes, whether it's a factory worker, what mall worker, which is clearly exactly the same as Paradok.

"Hhhh, really males.. Nyesel did not come down," said Jihan at home with Diandra, iron fence immediately pulled.

Grik. grik.. griiikkh..!!

A bunch of Jihan bouquets put them. The existing wooden headstone contains the full name and date of death of the pilgrim, namely Riko Hadiyanto. The age of the tomb is two years old. Jihan who was standing in her running shirt sighed.

The TPU wind slightly moved the long strands of Jihan's hair, which was tied in a ponytail style.

There should be a new earth mound next to the tomb as Diandra told me. In it should lie Riko's body as Qorin reported last night. But for Jihan the flower was quite a true statement.

"God.wallahualam."