VLOGS

Episode 1's

            Aleta is made careless. Salsa's attitude that continues to speak for itself in front of his mobile phone, makes him disgusted extraordinary. The world of vlogs that he has been in almost half a year, making him everywhere have to bring a special mobile phone in which there is only a recording vidio, he said, or just bring a small handycam that he bought from his own pocket money. Already several times the handycam was confiscated by the school, but Salsa still did not deter and secretly brought back. Either at recess, or during lesson time, Salsas always played it. Even one day Salsa almost hit by a pen throw from Mr. Ringgo who was upset to see it, but instead of deterred, Salsa even more crazy to make Aleta really almost crazy to see it.

            “Can stop no heck!” aleta's grumble that instead of making Salsa stop, instead directed her handycam to Aleta's face. As if introducing him to the loyal content lovers

looking forward to the latest vidio. Aleta tries to dodge, covering the lens with tissue that makes Salsa upset instead

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            “Once in a while why the hell, Al, really kudet anyway!” Salsa snorted in annoyance, decided to end her content and go back to devouring the meatballs that had been fifteen minutes ago, present in front of her.

            The canteen looked crowded. The second hour of rest that coincided with lunch time, made all the students start busy filling the stomach. Including Aleta and Salsa that afternoon, prefer meatballs rather than ordering rice.

            “Use youtube channel loe to create content, Al, do not play the book mulu.”

            Aleta was shaking her lips. More and more manyun when he saw Salsa revived handycam and began to create content. This time, it was the meatballs he ordered that became his next victim. Intentionally add ulek chili made by Mbak Sum the owner of a meatball stall that became his mainstay in the canteen.

            Aleta knew very well, Salsa was not a spicy lover. But a vlog from one of his competitors, Reta, managed to challenge himself to eat spicy food without drinking, making Salsa intend to do the same. Salsa hated. Reta's style of insignificance plus her all-glamorous life, make Salsa wrath extraordinary. And her hatred grows as Reta disturbs Aleta's life long ago, reluctant to interfere.

             Nearly ten teaspoons of Salsa stuffed chili into his bowl. Aleta shook her head slowly, and instead refused to devour her own food. The hunger that had been since the Physics lesson was pestering his stomach,

disappeared instantly. Change the feeling of wanting to vomit to see Salsa who always does stupid things for the sake of content. Which sometimes doesn't make sense for Aleta to accept.

            Aleta placed a bottle of minerals next to her meatball bowl. He glanced back at the sauce of Salsa meatballs that had now turned red exactly like his lips at this time. Just for the sake of viewers, Salsa willingly burned her own lips and throat. Keep eating meatballs with great hunting breath because of the spiciness.

            “Stop if it's not strong!” aleta said in the recording.

            Salsa asked Aleta to be quiet with sign language through her enlarged eyes. Repeatedly his breath was billowing out with water droplets from his face. He's really spiciness. The meatball that he was almost half greedy for, almost made him give up. But Salsa still ate it as if not concerned with the fate of his senses that might be, began to numb.

            “Yak, this ... last send!” he said with a broken breath. “Please don't forget like and subscribe yes.”

            Still, instead of ending the challenge, Salsa still thinks about the likes and subscribers of the viewers. Aleta snorted in annoyance, turning her gaze in a different direction just neutralizing her own feelings. The canteen looked crowded at the time. Some students are busy doing their own activities. Some gather just chatting, some sit alone enjoy their lunch, some even choose to sit at one of the tables to just look in the mirror, justifying the makeup that began to fade. The scenery that instead of making Aleta calmer than before, even more uncomfortable.

            Aleta again noticed Salsa putting in one last spoon of meatballs and held her spoon up high as she managed to do so. Salsa waved at the camera and stopped the footage. Intending to reach for the mineral water near Aleta's bowl, but Aleta quickly snatches it which makes Salsa startled.

            “My drink, Al!”  he said with a breath of silence.

            “Kagak, instead of loe who want to challenge Reta, if you drink now just as you lose!”

            “Kok lost, right in the vlog it has been proven that I succeeded, here my drink, Al!”

            “Loe knows that Reta started drinking half an hour after she finished her meatballs?” Salsa nodded quickly. “Means you should also drink half an hour after you eat. Not now. That's the same as lying!”

the library, rather than having to talk to itself in front of the screen, edit it and spread it so that others can enjoy it.

             Not lost the spicy taste that Salsa felt, seen Reta enter and immediately approached her with a cynical smile and fan in her hand, making Salsa try to be calm, and calm, even though his reddened lips can not cover the spiciness that is still felt.

            “Great also loe, dare to accept my challenge!” reta said followed by a cynical smile from two of her ladies-in-waiting who followed her wherever she went. “Yakin, haven't drank?” reta asked who deliberately bowed her body before Salsa.

            Salsa nodded quickly, reluctant to open her mouth. Fear when unstable breathing is heard

Reta, make him reluctant to go against her sentence. Aleta who saw all that, was made anxious and intended to retaliate. But stopped when he saw Biyan who entered the canteen and immediately approached Reta. Sit back and grab his drink. Slowly play the straw, then sip it without looking back at Biyan who is now beside him.

            “Eh, Biyan has arrived. Do you teach me basketball?” ask Reta with a made-up tone so that Aleta's emotions are provoked. “can we now start not? You end this sports hours, so I can practice first before Mr. Budi who taught.”

            Biyan nodded. Replying to Aleta's glance which was momentarily directed at him. Aleta who noticed the look in her eyes colliding with Biyan, immediately drew a glance in the other direction. Pretend to sip the drink back and take a deep breath and throw it away slowly.

            “We'd better go now, Reta.” Biyan's voice sounded which made Aleta even lower her head.

            Exactly like a buffalo that has been tied up, Reta according. Biyan's pull, making him momentarily glance at Aleta, then waved his hand. Reta's deliberate attitude, indeed always managed to provoke Aleta's emotions. As for Biyan, it felt like Aleta wanted to pull him away from Reta, taking him away as far as possible so that humans like Reta, could not meet him. I don't know, Aleta was really caught off guard with both of them. Especially Biyan who managed to make him a high degree of heartbreak.

             Aleta again sipped her drink and turned her gaze to Salsa who was still trying to reduce the spicy air in her mouth, by taking a deep breath and exhaling it violently. Unbearable to see it, Aleta reached out giving a bottle of drink to Salsa. But instead of replying to Aleta's good intentions, Salsa refused and turned her eyes in the other direction. Trying to neutralize his own breath, although it is clear that Salsa is not also able to eliminate the spicy taste that is now increasingly hurting him. Even now to the part of his stomach that began to feel heartburn instead of playing.

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            Aleta stopped her steps right in the courtyard of the big house painted with white walls. Both of his eyes are dewy. Sweep the view around and stop when the front garden of the house becomes the center of both eyes. Not yet had Aleta draw her memory of the incident that happened to her some time ago, someone called her soft. Aleta returned her gaze to the front door. There's a woman there. Dress negligee solely with hair on the spool backwards. The body is slightly bongsory and not too tall.

            He approached slowly and unhappily hugged Aleta. Looked longing in both eyes, just before the two tangnnnnnya coiled in the body Aleta who was still reluctant to return a hug.

            “Mbok Minah misses the same, Non,” the stuffing that made the tears fall. Aleta was quickly removed before Mbok Minah saw.

            “So long ago Non Leta did not go home, Mbok kangen!” Mbok Minah released a hug, wiped her tears and wiped them onto her own shirt. “Non nginap, right?”

            Aleta shook her head, grabbed her original backpack behind her back, and unbuttoned it. Aleta took out a square box wrapped in pink wrapping paper and gave it to Mbok Minah.

            “Please love ya, Mbok, but don't tell Aleta to come here.”

            “Non not in? A minute ... aja, Non.”

            Aleta shook her head slowly, “Aleta has to go, Mbok.” Aleta smiled, rubbed Mbok Minah's right arm slowly, then turned away. The cry of Mbok Minah who called him in a soft tone, he was not angry. Aleta closed the gate from the outside and went straight into the taxi that was waiting for her.

            Aleta momentarily turned her gaze back to the mansion with a million memories. Her tears fell back. He repeatedly tepis, but unfortunately the clear water from both eyes just keep falling. Aleta took a deep breath, threw it away violently, then wiped her tears back with a rough movement. Aleta asked the taxi driver for the road. He realized, too long here, would make him weaker and give up. Aleta drew her gaze in another direction as the wheels of the car began to spin away from the house that was no longer for her.