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45: Miss independent

Accompanied by a cup of hot chocolate, Nevan holds a guitar on his thigh. His fingers moved agilely picking compound strings, to create a tone that was so melodious to his own ears.

Sometimes the tempo slowed even to a halt, when he forgot the key of the song he was playing, it made his eyes that had been closed forced to open, to look at the paper that was right in front of him.

Until finally with full confidence he began to hum,

...Ooh it's something about...

...Just something about the way she moves...

...I can't figure it out...

...It's something about her...

His mouth spoke word for word full of passion, until he did not realize that two human child figures had entered his territorial area without permission.

And there, the person with the black hoodie suddenly stopped, until his intention to call the owner of the room disappeared. when his eardrum accidentally heard the sound coming from the balcony.

Eron, who was just behind Dariel, began to say "Ngapain lo di_,"

"Pffit...." Eron had not had time to protest, Dariel had turned his back, then closed Eron's mouth using the palm of his hand. His eyes hinted for his friend to be quiet.

With eyebrows up and down Eron asked for an explanation. Confusion is clearly reflected by the look on his face. Dariel who saw it smiled, then using his chin he directed Eron's gaze to follow the direction he was heading.

"Why? what's up?" eron's great-grandson, who still looks clueless about what happened.

"Ck!"

Dariel clucked in annoyance. But a split second later he only realized if it was appropriate that his best friend was not aware of anything, because indeed in Eron's ear was attached an object that covered his auditory access, because it was, and with a quick movement Dariel forcibly pull out the white handset.

"That's nevan's voice?" asked Eron, who nodded his head.

Like a gang of thieves, they walk quietly approaching the source of the sound, until a back is clearly seen leaning on a chair.

...She moves like a boss...

...Do what a boss do...

...She got me thinking about getting invited...

...That's the kinda girl I need, oh...

Although in a closed state, but Nevan can feel if there is a sound of footsteps approaching, until he circulates his gaze to the side.

"Van, is that your voice?" the bad question came from Dariel's mouth, to make Nevan immediately throw his face.

"Van Oath! sound lo it__,"

"Hugely ruined!" sela Eron, and it seems that sentence was also about to be thrown by Dariel.

"This is.this, which I was afraid of a long time ago!" lirih Dariel, the man began to put on a sad face, and took the guitar that was on Nevan's thigh, "it used to be fitting we were still Junior High, when I ngajak lo make band form, and, you don't want to! isi says it is not important, do not use it, waste time! And this is the result! in times when you need music to convey the mood, but not the least talent you have!" he who impressed mock.

"Even the tuning of the strings is also hmm..," Eron timpal said, shaking his head. The man grabbed the guitar, then skillfully he twirled the iron that was in the head of the guitar, "lo know Van, practicing the tuner is the most basic technique you should know, you know, because the tightness and sagging of the strings affect the tone you will produce! and if you are used to this, then over time you will get used to knowing the right tone, as you need" he added.

Dariel is still not finished with his play, he swings his legs forward, then bends his arms at the balcony divider, "If you need help, you can say! I'll teach you! don't be ashamed to ask Van, because not everything can be solved by yourself" his god raised an eyebrow.

"Take what you need and go home!" nevan, who deviated from Dariel's offer.

"Well...! do you ngusir us?" jolt Eron did not accept.

"Open it! Grandpa will soon have a meeting, so you should go home before Grandpa himself drives away!" nevan explained.

"Mmm, just wanted to play!" darel.

"Vana...The van! before that toilet pinjem lo expanse huh? There's a code of nature!" eron said, and the pain in his back was felt even more after he asked for permission.

"NO! I THINK I'M A LITTLE BIT OF DARIEL!" knock Eron while running away.

By the time Eron had calmed down in the most comfortable place. Dariel and Nevan are still busy with their respective activities. Nevan tidied the sheet of paper with the guitar keys, and Dariel was busy digging a golden hole that was stuck in his body.

"Van I know, your heart is blooming, right?"

There was no answer from the interlocutor, to make Dariel again look for a gap to pry information.

"Udahlah Van, don't do that! I know you from a small, change like this already smelled from the hole of my nose that sharp!" arrogant, while pointing at the base of the nose that does look sharp like a European bule.

"Lo needs to get to ENT!"

"Ck! You know, it's exactly the same when you take me and Eron vacation to Paris, although you don't make sense but from your moves it's been explained, if you want us to agree! And your main goal is not a concert! there's something else in there!" looking at him while smiling jail, "Lo is not the type of person who suddenly likes something in a short time. Concerts, guitars and singing! I'm sure there must be a trigger behind it!" he added full of confidence.

Nevan's view is slightly widened. There was a sense that he could not explain in words. But a clear feeling of bitterness enveloped his heart.

"In terms of lessons I'm way below you, Van! but in this business you can count on me!" Again Dariel's words seemed to touch his heart.

"Van, I know you have everything, but that doesn't mean you can get anything you want, especially a partner! not all women want that! if you are still stiff, believe me, no one will be able to survive. Coolboy wins cool, but if you're too cool, even casual chats won't connect! and one more thing, that feeling is for Van to convey, not to hold! So, don't limit yourself to feeling new!" dariel pat Nevan on the shoulder.

"A.gain my body lemes crazy! this is the hot chocolate I drink huh? I need nutrition!" eron said, as his steps got closer to his two best friends.

"Lo's pup is liquid?" darel sneered while laughing out loud.

"It's all because of the little girl you love! next time I don't want any more!"

"Lo weak!"

Crackdown!

The sound of the impact of the base of the cup and table was heard, when Eron's hand put the cup that was not filled.

"We're back now, I'm going to the doctor to check this stomach! I'm afraid there's bacteria on it!" eron.

After the death of his two best friends, Nevan was seen standing in front of the toilet door. Something he was thinking, so that his brain could not work properly.

"Fuck why I'm like this!" his monologue.

.......................

The sky was darkening and the time was seven o'clock in the evening, and in a park, Nevan was busy grilling some slices of meat.

"You know your cooking is Nevan's best," praised Toreno, who appeared to be behind Nevan, "oh yeah, that's the mini stage, you prepared it?"

Nevan did not glance, his gaze was still fixed on the meat that released the smoke, "This is Grandpa's event, I did not interfere," he said.

"Mmhhh.., but Grandpa sure, Grandpa didn't tell anyone to prepare for that!" he said, then a few seconds later he called a name, "Atom!"

"Yes Sir?"

"Are you the one who prepared that?"

"No Sir!"

"Then?"

"It's Cake, let it go, it doesn't matter anyway."

"True, and yes, why hasn't my other grandson arrived yet?"

"I'll check on him, sir" said Atom, even before he was told he knew his duty.