
The thick, shabby pink book opens showing scribbles from her wiggly fingers.
Ana smiled, under the light of the full moon she kept writing every activity she did today.
The open window allowed the wind to enter, flapping each of her curly hair beautifully.
Ana breathed deeply into the unchanging aroma of the night, still the same as the nights of yesterday with strong gales sweeping every inch of her face.
Tok.dok...
Hearing someone knock on the door, Ana is sure it is her mother.
"Come in, Ma."
The door opened, as usual. Diana brought her favorite child a glass of chocolate milk before going to bed.
He smiled at the sight that never changed. Yes, seeing her son, Anastasia Mysha wrote her diary in the old, shabby pink book.
"Drink the milk, yeah. Don't sleep too late too, later in school sleepy," said Diana, putting the milk.
"Yes, Ma. Thanks to ya."
Ana stops doing her activities, then kisses Diana's cheek.
"I love you, Ma."
"Love you too, sleep well."
Ana nodded, before long Diana left Ana's room.
He quickly finished a glass of milk brought by his mother.
Slowly his eyes looked at the pink clock on the wall. It showed at 8pm. Ana yawned and closed her lips with her right hand. He has been sleepy since 7pm.
One thing he was waiting for, was the presence of the moon and his friends, the stars.
Ana took her pink pen. He then finished the last sentence for tonight which he would write in his pink book.
Good night moon.
Sinarnmu already greeted my face.
Thank you for accompanying me tonight.
Look at me every night, yeah.
Because I miss you so much that you don't have a day.
Thanks though.
Anastasia Mysha
Done it.
Ana closes the book, then keeps it in the closet. She locked her closet tightly, Ana didn't want anyone to see her record. Even though his mother.
He walked to his bed, before long he forgot one thing. Yeah, he forgot to close the window.
Shortly before closing his window, he stared at the moon with a smile.
Thank you for being my only friend, Moon. Ana said in her heart.
Everything was done, he went back to his bed, then pulled his warm pink blanket.
His lentic eyelashes are now closed, with the cold of the night, he is fast asleep and ready to welcome a bright tomorrow.
Or maybe a scary tomorrow.
The sound of music is so loud, flickering the beauty of the night even though there are people who are busy dancing on a dancefloor.
The handsome guy who was walking into a club was greeted boisterously by his friends.
The guy smiled sweetly, his smile was able to paralyze any girl who saw it, so intoxicating.
"Rey!" call Iqbal while waving his hand.
"Lo's 20 minutes late, bro!"
Alister or who was often greeted with Rey was staring at the watch in his hand, he immediately spread his shoulders like innocence.
"Liet... It's only 12 o'clock."
"The more malem the more the spirit dong certainly," replied Iqbal.
Rey raised both eyebrows in agreement.
"Lo see that chick jogging in there?" Iqbal asked while showing the girl dancing in a miniskirt.
"Uh, so sexy bro."
Rey clucked while laughing disdainfully. "Basic cheap guy!"
"Kampret lo, auntie kek it's still lo lyric, Bal." Andra pushed onto Iqbal's laughing shoulder.
"Subsequently, he was more densely packed."
Rey and Andra stared at each other in wonder, they chuckled as they ruffled Iqbal's hair.
Before long, the girl turned her face, they could see the beauty and also the naughty impression of the girl. Iqbal immediately smiled, but instead he looked at Alister, he smiled flirtatiously at him making Alister disgusted.
"Rey, he's smiling just like you" Andra said.
"When I smile," Iqbal replied.
"Always... Just Alister Reygan."
Rey ignored them, wiggling her legs to enjoy every beat of music.
It felt like the guy wanted to sway to let go of his fatigue, but he preferred to sit down and have a drink with his friend.
In dancefloor there are too many girls, he is sure when he comes there will be many girls who grow it to be able to dance with him. Uninspiring.
Is there nothing more interesting?
"When are we back? Tomorrow at school, Monday again. Do you know whose teacher that was on Monday?" ask Andra to Iqbal.
"Basar lo boy! Habit, this hour you must be back."
"Gue males aja dengerin nyokap I ngomel."
Alister ignored them, he took out a cigarette and slowly smoked it.
"Where is Tasya going?" ask Alister.
"They went to the toilet."
Yep. Iqbal, Andra, Alana and Tasya. They are friends of Alister's genk. The five of them had always been dubbed as the rulers of the school because no one dared to them.
Especially the one that's always in everyone's spotlight, Alister Reygan. The guy who is often called Rey is often referred to as the leader of their genk.
The five of them are the culprits of the problems at school, there is not a single student and schoolgirl who do not know the five of them. Lastly, Alister got into trouble for already hitting the head of the sausage who dared to stand in his way.
I don't know, Alister really doesn't like ketos.
"Rey!"
"Rey!"
Alana and Tasya ran up to Rey in spirit. Their eyes sparkled when they saw Rey coming.
"Gue thought you weren't coming, Rey," said Alana.
"Usually, you immediately start and" said Tasya stopped when he saw a middle-aged man with a very angry face coming towards them.
"Forcing you to go home," continued Tasya slowly.
Alister casually looked at his angry Papa, who saw his son almost every night spending time at the club.
"Damn!" Alister kicked the table and then turned off his cigarette.
"No need to be forced, can go home alone really," Alister told Budi, his birth father.
"Rey, beat up Papa!"
"Rey!"
Alister walked right past his Papa, got out of the club and got into his car.
Upset, it feels very upset to have an overprotective Papa. The man slammed into the steering wheel and at full speed he headed home.
Arriving at home, Alister squinted his eyes, looking at Mama who was waiting for his return.
"WHY?!" snapped Alister.
"Rey! Mama is equally Papa worried, why do you keep coming home from rich gini? It's one o'clock at the mall. Not to mention tomorrow you go to school, Mama doesn't like you"
"Enough, Ma. Rey's tired."
Alister covered his ears, he was dizzy half to death if his chatty mama started to chirp.
Alister went upstairs to his room, upset to hear Mama and Papa babble every day. He exhaled a few times and closed his eyes on the bed.
He smiled a little, remembering tomorrow's art day and the many tasks he hadn't done. Take it easy, he can ask his classmates to do his job.
A classmate he always employed as a slave.
Maybe tomorrow will be a very nice day for Alister.
Shortly thereafter, the man fell asleep with the cold of the night.
Love you readers...