Yura Sabina's
Episode 2
“Today is even after your departure because of my decision. This date keeps repeating and therefore too
i hateit. You and all those memories leave a great cry
deep, to scar without blood. I tried my hardest to paralyze
everything is as I can, but vain – vain that I found. The hard, the overrated
difficult. I don't know until when it's gonna roll, all I know is everything
it happened and it was real.
-Yura’S
“Yura!” Call someone.
“Hai, Andreas,” map. “Udah back lo? How's it? Delicious dong holiday..”
Andreas took a sitting position beside him, with his friendly smile he started telling Yura about
activities he did a week ago.
Andreas Mataulhi, his full name. Yura's college friend holds the status
as a reporter on one of the television stations. He majored in that
same with Yura, Faculty of Communication Sciences. Andreas belongs to the category
popular students, diverse activities related to the field
communication all he follows, moreover
his appearance is quite cool to support his popularity in
the eyes of most students and also lecturers.
“Woahh... Cool! When – when can my dong come,” exclaimed Yura after hearing the story
Andrew.
“Hahaha... Good, while working all holidays. The most important.. G-R-A-T-I-S!”
“Yeee... Fuck up! Free eyes like this,” ledek Yura. “Certain by – by me where?”
“Ada.”
“Yes where? Hand lo empty.”
“In my apartment. Later come home from here you come with me only, make take by –
by him. It's not good if I bring – bring to campus, just stuff
dikit,”.
“Ah mode lo! Tell me you want to ask for help in settling – is done apartment,” guess
Yura. “Iya, right? I am not lo!”
“Hahahah... Lo tu emang temen I really dah,” Andreas even laughed off. “Please, lo
kan know I live alone.”
“Huh!”
This made Andreas look very annoying in his eyes. If we talk about
appearance and style, even the neatness of dressing Andreas deserves
perfect stars. But that's all inversely proportional to the lazy nature and
likes to delay – delay homework. Yura remembered the first time she visited
to the apartment owned by Andreas, the condition is like a ship that has been swept by the waves and
turned into debris – rubble.
“Yes? Please,” the door.
“Iya! But beware by – by me Just a little, I broke – abrik apartment lo!”
“Hahaha... Yes – yes. Yes, yes, come in! Lecturer bertawar again dateng,” invite him.
“Lo aja aja, later I pursue.”
“You do it again anyway, Ra?”
“Bawles! Go first sono! Go to the cafeteria, buy a drink,” Yura left
Andrew.
Andreas just smiled watching Yura's back slowly move away. If girl
others may have suddenly jaim in
in front of him, trying to get attention, trying as gently and feminine as possible.
But not with Yura, she behaves as is and as is. To him Yura
be different. No wonder Yura has so many friends, her way of treating
people can make anyone comfortable.
Often Andreas advised Yura to behave a little gracefully and calmly, because
he knew Yura had long been vacuumed in the field of romance, the sweet girl had already
I have been single for quite a while. Many men – men are interested in him,
but unfortunately the attitude of indifference, careless and installment Yura as if covering up
her beauty. Yura even often kinked and tidied the motto he made
by oneself. He said, people who are really – sincere will never
taking into account the bad or good nature of a person, is not intimidating
weakness, even distorting it. For him there is no one in the world
the perfect.
“Everyone has weaknesses, has flaws! No one is perfect, just the real one is mutual
perfecting. Unite flaws to achieve perfection! Not even
weak who have such thoughts!”
“Hem,” Andreas smiled remembering a sentence that Yura often said. “Maybe
lo in fact, no one is perfect, there is it perfecting each other,” mutter
Andrew.
“Welcome to join, Reinard!”
“Yes! Looks like this will look boring.”
The room is quite spacious and luxurious for one person, there are various valuable objects and
some of the valuable art on display in it. Enough work table
elegant is also arranged there, a sofa that may be gandrungi with a price
tens of millions also did not escape from the other side of space.
Julius Caesar was sitting in his chair, leaning back leisurely, but still with
his authority. His eyes looked sharply at the garden designed at the back
through the glass wall he could clearly see the beauty of the garden
he set himself.
Meanwhile on the sofa sat a man – men who looked indifferent and seemed indifferent.
Leaning the body on the sofa with the legs in the lift goes up to the table.
“Yes! If there's nothing else to talk about, excuse me!”
“Reinard Son.!” Call Julius out loud.
“..Caesarean! Please don't forget the follow-up, Dear Mr Julius Caesar!” Teeth
Reinard clashed furiously, it felt like he was eager to throw a punch on
the man behind the chair.
“Where is your ethics when dealing with people older than you?”
“Hem,” Reinard silences smile. “Sorry, sir. Excuse me, my class has to be
on start.”
12 Years ago...
“I'm a father's son! Then why?!” Julis asked with a high angry tone.
“Let your tone down, Julius!”
“Arrrgghhh! Dad is always loving! Even after that person was no longer in this world
dad still sided with him!”
THE PLAQUE! A loud slap right hit Julius' cheek jaw.
“Do not forget your limits, Julius!”
“Hah!”
“He's your brother! There hasn't been a day of mourning and you've discussed this? Whereabout
your ethics?!”
“She's my sister, ha ha ha... Yeah, he's my brother. Brother the result of your affair, father!”
THE PLAQUE!
“Come out!” Caesar Altheir's orders to his son.
Julius stepped out in anger, his teeth grinding against each other to hold back his emotions
which is now burning.
“Remember well – well, Julius!”
Julius suddenly stopped his steps.
“Armor is gone, but you also know what the laws and customs are
to our families. Armor has a boy – boys and it should be this
to be his right,” explained Caesar.
Julius turned around and looked up at his father. “But he's still too small
daddy's! The 12-year-old boy may still be delirious when ill,” his rebuttal.
“Dad hopes too big on him.”
“Yes. This time you are right... Reinard's still too small, but that's already
being the right can not be disturbed contest!” said firmly.
“But, dad.”
Caesar Atheir raised his palm as a sign that he was not accepting
protest one letter. “I told you enough, Julius! Reinard will
growing up sooner or later, maybe for now he just needs a lot
learn.”
“Good! If that's what dad said,”. “Because dad said he still has a lot to do
learn, so long as he learns that authority will fall upon me, until he is in
taste worthy enough to be heir..”.
Silent. The contentious situation between father and son was suddenly silent, turning into a cold silence.
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