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learning is one of the most annoying things, what else is math. Like Kinan who is now almost asleep in class because it breaks his head.

"like this is Kinan" said Mr. Bambang while presenting a paper to Kinan. To Kinan's surprise, he immediately roused himself with an embarrassed smile on his face.

"where else is asleep?" Ask Mr. Bambang.

finally the boring lesson was finished, the break bell had rung. Kinan decided to go to the cafeteria, looking for snacks that could fill his stomach.

at a glance the idea arises, Kinan decides to make a novel themed him and a man of his dreams.

After buying a snack, Kinan immediately rushed towards the classroom. Kinan picked up the diary book, writing the title on the top of it 'Deru'.

Kinan imagined how the figure of the 'Goddess' female lead in his novel. So is 'Blue' the male lead.

if you continue to imagine Kinan can fall in love with the figure of 'Blue'. He describes like a man his dream.a basketball player, a handsome face, deep voice, singing, playing guitar, smart, cook, and of course a very royal person.

Kinan continued his novel. He continued to imagine the scenario of the Goddess and Blue. The more imagined Kinan more and more fell in love with the Blue figure.

"Hello" Kinan started sculpting, because he was in the room, and there was also no one, just him alone.

"Don't be afraid, I can't hurt you, believe me" the voice appeared again, Kinan started to get anxious, his cheeks flushed. He quickly picked up the things around him.

"WHO ARE YOU? SHOW YOURSELF" Kinan shouted with a panicked face.

"can't. You just haven't imagined my face" Kinan started sculpting. Sound exactly like the imagination of the fictional character's Blue voice.

The girl began to feel that she was crazy. Too many small second plunge made on his own might make him unable to distinguish between imagination and the real world.

"your guess is not wrong. I'm a fictional character from your little world. I don't know why you call me Blue, but it doesn't matter, I like it" explains the voice that is believed to be Blue.

"how can it?" ask Kinan in confusion.

"try asking yourself" Blue replied. "I hope you're not caught up in this imagination" muttered the voice.

"normal, don't do me-you". Kinan started to feel safe. He immediately put his body on a soft mattress. But this thought began to wonder, what is actually going on? and how can it be?.

the sound of knocking on the door began to sound "Kinan, is there a replay? If there is learning. Do not play hp continue, his eyes are broken" said a middle-aged woman who is believed to be Kartika.

"i-iya ma" Kinan replied from inside the room. Kartika also began to go to the kitchen cake to prepare dinner.

"calm down, no one can hear me other than lo" said Blue calming.

Morning greeted with lessons from Mr. Bambang. Right, that shitty math.

"good. I was absent first" Mr. Bambang opened the absences book and mentioned the names of the students one by one.

Raim is a guy who happens to be Kinan's classmate. Although Kinan is not very fond of raim but raim can always make the gripping atmosphere change like a birthday trumpet.

from thirst. Raim also drank a drink that was carried in his bottle.

"Raim" Bambang immediately sought out a boy named Raim with his eyes.

Raim raised his hand, subconsciously. He used his left hand.

"Tuh Kan's. Have a chat, raise your hands with your left hand too" upset Mr. Bambang on this one student.

Everything's confusing. The problem was that Raim was drinking, how could he chat?.

the lesson went on as usual, Kinan now no longer lay his head on his desk.

Bell rang, it was great that it felt like the end of this suffering. The girl with brownish hair and prone to mature brown skin ran towards Kinan "gimana cuy?".

"Mami Gw, who does she want to be at home?" ask Kinan while tidying up his book.

"Lo's house, it's lonely" Kinan rolled his eyes lazy. It was Amandaka a smart and well-known multitalented student in her class.

Now the short-haired woman in the shape of a wolf cut chimed in "agree. We eat seblak". He is Talancalan.

after school Kinan went to his house, waiting for his friends to come.

The first is Talancalan, followed by Amandaka. Then the two teenagers are highest in the other, namely Cantika and Amanda, the difference is Cantika has longer hair than Amanda. The last one is Mira.

They all began to do their respective tasks interspersed with laughter together.

The thought began to haunt Kinan, in these pleasant moments, why should it be reminded?.

unknowingly, a single question came out of his lips that could change the atmosphere.

"what if one of your friends had been on perkos*? Ask Kinan unconsciously.

one word that could describe that atmosphere, silence.

"ooh, I know who" replied Cantika.

Kinan looked at the cantika confusedly as he had never told this to anyone, not even his own two parents.

"who?" ask Kinan with concern.

"Zara" a lip gesture that Kinan could read.

Kinan. Zara once told him that she had been treated indecently by the same person as Kinan.

Zara and Kinan are cousins, so it's no wonder that they both know her uncle's depraved nature. Unlike Kinan, Zara only experienced that it could be counted on the fingers, that was not blatantly, the action was done while Zara was asleep, but Zara was very clever, too, a few minutes later he woke up, so the same thing did not last long. Kinan was very salute to Zara who dared to tell him.

"ooh yeah really, Zara used to tell kek Iw, and that guy was my own uncle" Kinan replied.

Amandaka began to reflect on everything "perhaps his invitation often scratches the hand as well because of the trauma of such a thing".

Zara likes to hurt herself. Unlike Kinan who loved his body.

"yes too" Kinan nodded in agreement.

"but..what if only, it wasn't just Zara who was treated like that?" ask Kinan.

At once they all shouted "LO TOO?"

Kinan began to be surprised, how could they immediately guess everything, even though he had not told him anything.

"YES"

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