Andara's Revenge
A Hope

"Hope often tells a lot."

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Natha became part of the people in the living room when Bang Anco snapped at Andara. Music Director who is usually patient and relaxed looks explosive. Actually, this also wants Natha to discuss on the way home, but it has happened first. He confirmed what Bang Anco protested, indeed lately Andara always turned Mr. Brightside every broadcast. I don't know what his motivation is, which is obviously strange and not the Andara he's known all along.

On the basis of friendship, he waited for Andara to finish broadcasting and return home together. That girl still doesn't seem to accept it. His face was tight all the way home in an online taxi. "Lo face default setting should not be so bad. It's spooky!" guru Natha opened the conversation.

"This way I have Batak blood so it's like my face," hiss Andara is still in flat face mode that looks creepy to the viewer. He nodded his head against the chair, staring at the ceiling of the car. Still do not believe Bang Anco can snap at him especially followed by the First Warning Letter. "Gue knows I'm wrong, but why should SP try? It can't be solved by using a snack."

"Partially, Ra, lo why is it like this, anyway? Since when do you fanatics equal one song? Even if you ngefans the same The Killers their song is also a lot, not just Mr. Brightside. I think Adam Levine is Brandon Flowers."

Andara glanced at Natha with a deathly gaze. He played the song without any relation to the good looks of the vocalists. Although Andara likes these bands, she is not as cute as it is flattering just because she looks. "Curtain! Since when do I glorify the face of the doang?"

Natha's laughter exploded, the girl ignored the startled taxi driver and reflexively looked back. "No glorifying your face? How did you fall in love with Buana? Lo said he was handsome. I still remember you yourself saying 'his jaw is charming, his lips are sexy and his smile is like a smile to follow a smile looking at the future'. That's what you said!" it's fierce, "don't tell me you forgot! I still remember!"

Want to not want to, Andara smiled. That's not a clear word when alcohol affects the body. Natha shouldn't take drunk people seriously. "That's how you take it seriously. Nothing, everything is just dust, everything is just sand!"

"Denials! Never deny that you ever like, love and love him. It doesn't make you die, Ra. It can even help you make peace with reality."

"Why do you speak Buana, anyway? It's done." In his mind this time there was no Buana anymore. The story was eaten by termites.

"I know, Bang Anco has been criticised a lot lately. People think the song is from him. He put it on the playlist. It's only natural that he's angry with you" added Natha.

There's a point, anyway. The responsibility of all songs is in the Music Director, including searching, selecting, providing and determining songs that are in accordance with the time or type of program that is again on the air. Playlists are provided so that the format is appropriate, because it is impossible for Best FM to play songs with a beat at midnight except Sunday night or slow song in the morning. Bang Anco is also always updating the tastes of the Besties, which songs are hits, which information is growing as well as which labels work together to fit into the category of Youth Radio. Once again, you understand very well that he is wrong. It was just that in his heart was revolting.

"Kok lo so kayak Kin he likes la..." Natha's sentence was broken. "Kin nge-request continues, huh? Do not keep getting cut too many times. We don't have to turn every request, do we?"

"No, really." Andara stared at the street traffic at half-ten p.m. Aw, Kin. Not to mention you've missed that guy again.

"Eh, my goodness. I forgot, Kin's back today." Natha rushed to reach for the phone. The meeting made him forget to say goodbye to his best friend.

"Udah take off, at the very least landing," replied Andara.

"Kok you know?" ask Natha while pocketing the phone back. Then a moment later, Natha turned to Andara, as if realizing something. "Don't tell me that last chat lo it's Kin. To the extent that Reload turned twice."

Not expecting Natha to come to her senses so soon, Andara could only twitch her shoulders. Natha laughed again. "Ah, really Kin? You ..."

"Not that! Ah, already. Think you must be a distance."

"What am I thinking?" challenge Natha while trying out Andara's chin. "Ciye... Are you familiar, huh?"

Luckily the atmosphere of the car was dimly lit, Natha was not aware of the color change in the face of Andara, including her own sense of wanting to smile was held-resistant. "What, anyway?! Your friend, my friend also times."

"Lha, what's wrong? Yeah, I'd have fun if you could be close to my friend. I think you know Rossa to me. Don't you know the nethink. Hayo..."

"Lo ngejodohin only. It's like my own opening."

"Don't you like being fooled by Kin?" natha asked the investigator and then knotted. "My dad said, Ra. The one I'm dating is competent, if you don't want me to love the other."

Youara choked on her own spit. No, dong! His heart seemed to want to scream so even though his mouth was silent. Natha scowled towards her while cupping both hands in front of the chest, acting like a well-mannered Nun.

"I'm sorry, just reminding. Kin is my best friend from High School. From S-M-A," said Natha spell out the word High School, "you better be honest with me, because after all I know a lot about Kin and you do not have to bother to fight alone."

Andara closed her face, could no longer control the look that wanted to blush from earlier. It should be this secret that she kept to herself, but Natha who was with her everyday a little bit of a lot could certainly understand her.

Andara's reaction made a wide grin on Natha's face. The brown eyes were so round. "So? Do you really like Kin?!" his screeches.

Andara groaned shyly while jerking her legs. The behavior of the two of them made the driver come back in shock and look back. Surely Andara refused to admit, but Natha's guess was correct.

After that incident, Andara's days felt lonely. It all felt boring, and he often looked at photos of himself captured by Kin, photos of the two of them were deliberately taken using the front camera or photographed by Natha.

You are like a lonely wolf who howls at the sight of the moon, realizing that his love only claps one hand. He is also more silent especially when at Best FM. The ridiculous incident behind the release of new regulations on mobile phones makes broadcasters complain, who tries to hold for hours not holding a cell phone? Some broadcasters unmitigated to bestow his frustration with Andara directly.

It was like Tirto was mocking in front of him at this moment. "This is, because of this Caur Boy we can not take hape. I want to feel it. I just five minutes not squirming photos of Zara JKT48, my heart immediately languishes."

"He's like trying again to thwart my closeness with Maudy Ayunda. Don't know what makes a girl's heart suck?! If not really ngejagain, then only get a guard part, other people who belong," added Tata who was called 'Huuu' from others.

However, there were also those who were silent and glanced at him sharply. That's what you worry about more. Dislikeness that is covered with silence, will give birth to a surge of more powerful emotions.

Andara got up from the chair, followed Natha down. Since being snapped last week, between him and Bang Anco so far apart. He was reluctant to reprimand, and chose to look down when passing by while Bang Anco seemed not to see himself. They're cold war. That is also what makes Andara choose to be piggybacked Tirto rather than having to shake hands with Bang Anco.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" tirto asked while running his motorcycle towards Starbucks Diponegoro.

"good. Back to Johor." Because Tirto only knows Kin is his girlfriend, inevitably Andara will still run the existing scenario.

Tirto nodded. "He's a good man."

"If it's not good, I can't like it, Bang."

Tirto turns the handlebars towards a premium parking special motor. His Moto Guzzi is so dear that it doesn't mind valet parking. "It's not. Actually I'm telling you, how can he get a girl like lo? A flickering crowbar as it were," Tirto's laughter soared later.

The mockery was only responded by Andara by throbbing. He knows he's not the Kin criterion. How to read the criteria of a man is easy, just look at his ex-girlfriend. Although Andara only knows one ex-Kin, the guy's criteria are guessed. Rarely is a guy who likes the same weird-style girl as him. The average guy likes to be a pretty girl who is soft, smooth white with long hair and a spoiled flawless face. Just like Kaka, back then. The girl who betrayed Kaka.

"Ra, Bang Anco wants to talk with you four eyes," whispered Natha when the four of them were already holding their own coffee cups.

Perhaps their cold war should be resolved. You have to apologize and promise not to repeat it again. Therefore, after being told by Natha, she followed Bang Anco's shadow, sitting at a small table on the terrace.

"Tumben lo drink Espresso." Bang Anco started to open up the conversation. The guy puts a cigarette box on the table. "If you want to smoke, take it."

They then fell silent. Youre busy yourself with a sip of coffee and light a cigarette. He knew there was something more important Bang Anco would talk about. The proof is that the guy took me to Starbucks instead of talking in the meeting room.

"Lo loves the same song Mr. Brightside?" bang Anco asked starting to nudge the problems that existed between them. "If you like, tell me the same. I have many versions."

Andara stopped her puff and looked at Bang Anco. The half-smoking cigarette was immediately turned off, he began to speak seriously. "Bang, I'm sorry about yesterday's trouble. I know I was wrong, and I won't repeat it again. Sorry if I make you so criticized by people because of my musical insight so much."

Bang Anco sipped his Java Chip. "others Mr. Brightside, the Killers song you know what?" ask the guy as if testing it.

"Human, Somebody Told Me, When You Were Young, Read My Mind."

Bang Anco patting the table. "Well, you don't just know that one song, do you?"

Andara nodded. His eyes caught a trembling gesture as well as relief on the thirty-year-old man's face. "Yes, Bang. Sora."

"No, no. It's not a question of Sori or not now. The Killers from America or England?"

Andara rubs her chin. He felt trapped, like he was interviewing a prospective broadcaster. Oh, my God, that was two years ago. He muttered doubtfully, Bang Anco's gaze waiting for an answer was like pressing on his lungs. "Mrs. Brightside's British pop but as far as I know they're not from England. From America as it were."

"Mrs. Brightside is a mix between the pop styles of British music and the lo-fi fuzz of modern indie rock," corrects Bang Anco, "and yes, they're from Las Vegas."

Like there was oxygen help coming suddenly, you feel able to breathe again. Thankfully the guess is correct, The Killers are from Las Vegas, the state of Nevada, United States.

"If The Cure, you know the songs? Where are they from?"

Sure oes. One of the songs of The Cure reminds him of Buana. The song that Rossa and Natha had sung on KTV while intending to offend him. "Friday I'm In Love, Boys Don't Cry, and I love the Love Song. They're an English band."

The table was patted again, Andara almost jumped so shocked. "Andara's... You know a lot about music! I wonder why you were like a fool yesterday?!"

"Sorry, Bang."

Bang Anco's hand shook the air. "Ra, I insisted on Bang Rodi to choose you over other aspiring broadcasters because I was sure you were. The taste of music lo okay, the sound lo typical, continue lo style is also eccentric. Another important one; you seem to want to learn a lot about broadcasting. I've been jagoin lo since, Ra."

Instantly Andara lowered her head. There is a sense of regret that has damaged Bang Anco's expectations about him so far. "One more time, I'm sorry, Bang."

"Gue has even been sounding to Bang Rodi so that next year you who will make me become the host of Best Weekly Top 40 Countdown."

This time, Andara was completely silent. Best Weekly Top 40 Countdown is a weekly program that contains information on the top 40 songs and the latest, usually performed by senior broadcasters. The average person who carries the program on a radio station is the Music Director himself. However, some radio stations do not use Music Director as a host. They wear a sophisticated senior broadcaster and are very much in control of the music world. Of course, it's a prestigious program, such as acknowledging the broadcaster for its flight hours. This is the name because indigo speck, broken milk a short time.

"Lo's reputation as a broadcaster who slang and up to date ran aground. Your chance to replace me at Best Weekly was also re-examined by management, Ra."

Bang Anco looked at him closely and Andara was only able to nod in understanding. He can do nothing, building an image is very easy, and destroying it.

"But if you are interested, I plan to release Reload. You want to be the host? You don't hold Indiebest anymore."

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