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Episode 19's

            Biyan is out of Reta's house. The sound of Aleta's door slam followed by Bimo's footsteps past Reta's house, making Biyan out after a few minutes Bimo left. Slowly, Biyan stepped closer to Aleta's now open house. There was a sense of anxiety in his heart as he imagined what he heard from the Reta house. Aleta's heartbreaking scream makes her believe that Aleta is not doing well.

            Biyan stopped at Aleta's door. The pain instantly pierced her heart as she saw Aleta curled up in fear by hiding her face between her knees. Aleta cried, hugging her own two feet in the corner of the room right next to the closet. Biyan swept her gaze around every corner, almost everything in Aleta's house was destroyed, including the tv that was now lying on the floor.

            Aleta raised her head, directing a look at Biyan who looked shocked at her condition. His face was battered, blood flowing from his nose and the corners of his lips. His condition made Biyan run inside and kneel before him. The presence of Biyan, the more made Aleta cry sobbing. His voice softly called out Biyan's name without excuse, directly hugging her tightly.

            Biyan lifts Aleta's body, taking her out of the house past Reta who is standing in front of her house. Reta's voice that called out to him was upset, he did not heed. Keep walking with Aleta who tried to hide the face on Biyan's chest, pretending not to see Reta to avoid the rampage of the black-eyed girl. Biyan went down the stairs with careful steps, passing through the crowd of neighbors

Aleta, who had gathered at the bottom of the stairs since Bimo's voice, echoed throughout the rented house. Biyan went down Aleta right next to her bike, asked Aleta to hold on to her bike when she found out Aleta's leg was also injured, then put on her helmet.

            “Loe can go up, right?” biyan asked after riding first on his bike.

            Aleta nodded, slowly climbing onto Biyan's motorbike as she groaned in pain. Biyan pulled both of Aleta's hands to hug her from behind, and smiled faintly as she glanced at Aleta behind.

            “Gue just don't want loe to fall.” Aleta nodded, leaning her head against Biyan's back as the man started to ride his bike. Aleta momentarily turned her gaze to the top floor, looking at Reta who was standing with an expression full of emotion that made Aleta regret having hugged Biyan. Slowly Aleta loosened her embrace, but Biyan instead pulled her back and asked Aleta to continue hugging her tightly during the trip. Aleta gave up.

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            Aleta swept her gaze. The room is not too big with wooden windows on the right side of the bed. The walls are pure white, with a cupboard and study table on the other side. An old-fashioned computer is on it, complete with a printer and CPU. Aleta let out a long sigh, then smiled when she found Biyan back in the room, carrying a bowl of water and cloth and a P3K box from the outside.

            Biyan sat in front of Aleta, soaked the cloth and squeezed it. For a moment Biyan stopped the movement of her hand that almost touched the wound on Aleta's forehead. The two looked at each other which made Biyan a little hesitant to start treating him. Aleta smiled, then nodded slowly to allow Biyan to do so.

            “Gue pathetic, yes?” aleta asked with a smile.

            Biyan shook her head, sticking a wet cloth onto Aleta's forehead just to clean the wound first, before treating it. Biyan remained silent, not a word came out of her mouth. The pain in his heart made him not want to say anything. Aleta's condition makes him unable to answer Aleta's questions.

            “Loe must think I'm a stupid girl, right?” Aleta again asked who momentarily stopped Biyan's hand movements. Biyan's gaze made him realize, that this time Biyan did not want to joke.

            “What is always like this?” Biyan opened the voice that Aleta immediately answered with a nod.

            “It's nothing.” Aleta smiled, moaning in pain as the cloth in Biyan's hand, touched her nose.

            Aleta nodded, “She accidentally kicked my stomach.”

            Biyan is upset not playing. Throwing the cloth over the bed while throwing away his gaze. Aleta knew, Biyan was furious at him. Biyan must have wanted him to avenge Bimo's actions, not to continue defending him. But actually, Aleta did not defend Bimo at all. He only knew what Bimo was going through, to the point of making him feel that none of this was entirely his fault. But for Biyan, Aleta's attitude made no sense.

            “Did he ever play with sharp objects?” Biyan's tone dropped again when she realized Aleta had lowered her head. There was fear on his face, and all of it was considered Biyan due to his slightly raised voice. Aleta must be traumatized.

            Aleta nodded, turned her body and took down her clothes. Biyan looked shocked when she found the incision on Aleta's left shoulder. Aleta closed it back and turned to face Biyan who still could not believe what she saw.

            “She slashed it when we went to the class exam yesterday, just because I forbade her from going into the house. He was furious when he found out I changed the door lock of the house.”

            “He broke down the door again?” Aleta nodded while smiling faintly. “Did you never try to report it to the police?”

            “Police?” Biyan nodded while Aleta laughed comically hearing him. “Is there any point in reporting it to the police? Not that he was the one who was punished, instead I will be the one who will be punished.”

            Biyan lowered her head, grabbed the P3K box and took out the cotton and red medicine inside. Do not forget to also remove bandages and handsaplast for wounds on the head of Aleta which must also be closed. Carefully, Biyan treated the wounds on Aleta's body. Her serious face made Aleta moved, looking at her in silence which unknowingly, a drop of tears fell from her right eye. Biyan stopped, turned to her tears and wiped them with her fingers while smiling faintly.

            “What will you always have for me?” aleta asked softly which made Biyan fixated. Aleta's tears trickled back from her left eye, making the pain in Biyan's heart feel so real. Biyan again wiped Aleta's tears which instead of making Aleta stop crying, instead lowered her head and cried sobbing.

            Biyan who was confused had to do what, was only able to rub her head gently. Accompanying her in silence, and letting Aleta continue to weep evaporated the pain in her heart that was so intense. Bimo's rude attitude, obviously not only hurt his heart, but the physical that must make Aleta traumatized not play. Not yet healed the inner wounds he got from the father's rude attitude, Aleta must be faced with Bimo who acted eleven and twelve like the father. Bimo let out a long sigh, continuing to caress Aleta's hair with a wistful look. If only he had excess money, it felt like Biyan wanted to take him away from the Bimo circle. But it's all hard. Just eating, Biyan is hard. Especially having to help Aleta.

            Aleta raised her head, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. A funny laugh looked at her pitiful-looking self from both of Biyan's eyeballs that were still directed at her.

            “Gue... pathetic, yes?”

            Biyan shook her head slowly.

            “Why not loe first, Bi. Why should Bimo.” Aleta again sobbed this time, making Biyan powerless to hold back. Biyan pulled Aleta's hand to fall into her arms. Hugged her tightly while continuing to rub Aleta's head that was still crying in her arms.

            Biyan looked straight ahead. To the small closet drawer beside her bed. One of the top drawers that stored a lot of things there.If only he was braver first, maybe now both himself and Aleta, will not be as miserable as now. And Aleta, he could be sure to be happy without any injuries to his body or heart. Biyan tightened her embrace which made Aleta even more shed her sorrow.