Ash-boss
After Yesterday

On the same road as his bicycle, Laras enjoys the morning feeling better than waking up. In the morning he woke up his grandfather. And not seeing the shadow of death surround him. That already made him quite relieved. Enough to make him excited to live a morning so bright.

Before entering the downhill road at the end of the road, Laras stopped his bike and looked again at the house of Tito's grandfather, his loyal Newspaper customer in the morning. Behind the sky-blue painted fence was usually Tito's grandfather waiting for him to bring newspapers. And that happened an hour ago.

Because his son is coming home, maybe Tito's grandfather is preparing something in his house. A kind of little surprise that the 70-year-old grandfather used to do on his special days.

But a different scene caught the attention of Laras. Where he saw Aksara walking leisurely in the courtyard of the grandfather's house. He even entered the minimalist house.

“ What is he doing there? ” Laras murmuring wonder.

Not wanting to interfere in the affairs of the young man who made him forget about half the events of yesterday, Laras again pedaled his bike to the descent road to get to the main road to his school.

Pedaling his bike casually, Laras hummed ria. Sing a children's song called Scenery. Alm. Mr. At. Mahmud, Laras recalled the shadow of an incident where many children were singing the same song as the song he was singing. Looking at the shadow of the figure of two old men who were looking at him affectionately. Along with the pedal of his bike slowly speeding faster, Laras again did the thing that had become his habit. Take off the handrails from the handlebar of the bike and let the fresh breeze of the hills hit his face.

“ Bad habits! ” muttered the figure of a young man who was standing next to his car. The figure of the young man who was waiting for Laras who he thought would definitely do the same thing as their first meeting. Putting headphones in his ear, he enjoyed the music that flowed and made him quite enjoy the time to wait for a cool figure to come while pedaling his bike with daydream.

“ Long live! ” the young man muttered to the attention of Laras who came from a distance. With his distinctive knot smile and slightly furrowed brows, the young man noticed something different with Laras this time.

The girl's eyes were quite bright. It was as if his mind was no longer with his body at the rate of a bicycle that was quite fast on that derivative road. Passing through the front of the young man's car just like that, the speed of the Laras bike into the main road without turning. The speed of the Laras bike is now heading towards the road barrier that is approximately one meter high on the border of the gorge. And if the young man did not quickly pull Laras off his bike, maybe the girl has now been bounced far into the middle of the ravine behind the road barrier.

The bicycle ringsek hit the road barrier wall made of concrete. The bicycle bell rolled down the middle of the road with a loud voice that slowly shrank and lay on the sidewalk opposite the bicycle place

that's ringsek. Again. The body of Laras, piercing the body of the young man. Him, Eren. The young man who could not let Laras' body fall was scratched by the asphalt of the road.

“ Hey!!! Are you really going to die!! ” snapped the young man when they fell towards the middle of the highway which happened to always be quiet in the jam.

Gamelan. Between the shock of her suddenly falling, Laras took a good look at the young man before her.

Stare at each other. There again the same thing was seen clearly. The shadow of the lifeless figure that clung to Eren's body and seemed to be preparing to pull back Eren's soul at that moment. A dark figure that slowly radiated the darkness of a place that Eren would probably go through after his death. A creepy figure whose face is mostly covered by a mask from a human skull.

Deep sadness was immediately felt. The body immediately trembled incoherently. The sound he was about to emit felt so stiff and dumb. His fear turned again into helplessness for him.

Is Eren the one???What Eren will be picked up by death this time???

“ What can I do??? ” said Laras with tears. His body was still trembling very violently. Although trying to resist the trembling, still all he saw and experienced was not something he could afford to fight.

Shocked by Laras' response, Eren helps Laras to sit down and relax his arms at the girl crying in front of him. Thinking maybe Laras was in shock because of the screams he got, coupled with the trauma that had occurred over the incident that had befallen him this time unexpectedly, made Eren let Laras dissolve in his cries.

“ Cry as much as possible. ” said Eren stroking the head gently Laras.

Laras looked down and kept shedding tears. Unable to explain what he felt with a limp body that was still trembling, Laras slowly tried to stay away from the young man in front of him.

“ Hey!! ” as soon as the young man's hand gently caressed his cheek, Laras immediately looked at Eren's figure. The young man in front of her was looking at her very gently. The darkness that enveloped behind the young man disappeared instantly. The shadow of the lifethrower was no longer visible behind him. “ I accidentally snapped you earlier? Sorry for that. ” added later.

Relieved by the loss of the frightening shadow behind Eren, Laras adjusted his breathing slowly and then nodded quickly. He just wiped his tears. But Eren's hand stopped it. Holding tightly onto Laras's hand, one hand rubbed the dripping tears on the girl's cheek.

“ Never cry in front of anyone other than in front of me. ” sure face. “Gue don't want anyone else doing this! ” Eren slowly wipes away the tears of Laras as you like. And slowly, the shadow of the darkness again showed his eyes that glowed deep red.

Laras who was shocked again tried to distance himself from the figure of Eren who he thought was too close to him. His heart raced fast. There was fear in Laras' eyes, just in case the wrinkled old hand would come back to try to take Eren's soul or even take his own.

“ Am I wrong? ” Feeling that Laras again avoided his gaze and tried to get away from his side, Eren clasped the hand even more tightly. He held onto Laras' body so that it instantly fell silent rigidly.

“ Away from me! ” Barrel clenched his jaws tightly. Fear is clearly visible in the eyes of Baras. His hands clenched and tried to refrain from turning away the creepy figure that was behind Eren. Closing his eyes tightly, Laras tried again to avoid looking at Eren's figure.

“ Hey... I, Eren. ” Eren raises his chin Laras and takes a good look at the expression of the girl. “ See me well. ”

Shakes slowly. Laras still chuckles with his stance. He kept trying to avoid looking directly at her position that was that close to Eren.

“ In this case, I will not be able to calm him. ” muttered the young man.

Eren brought that face closer. Staring fixedly at the girl who still did not want to see it and make the girl pensive with the thing she did after that.

....

It wasn't just a few blisters he received from the incident this morning. More than he could have imagined. How surprised Laras was by what Eren had done to him.

“ Sweet... ” And Eren also showed a sweet smile on him who still had to turn his head with what Eren did to him.

During school lesson hours, Laras could not concentrate at all because of it. And he continued to imagine the thing that happened between him and the young man who was now sitting on the bench next to him. Eren looks very relaxed. Even too relaxed after what he did at the intersection of the road that was quite quiet earlier.

“ Barrel?? ” call Mr. Supreme. Indonesian Literature teacher for XI class.

“ Akh. Yes sir? ”

“ Stop daydreaming at your lessons! If you are in love, it is better to say directly the same person. ” said Mr. Agung while throwing jokes on the sidelines of class boredom amid the lessons that run.

Suddenly the chattering of Mr. Agung made the laughter of the entire class broke. Including Mr. Agung himself who enjoyed the laughter of that class. Baras also can only throw a stiff smile and a little shame because it becomes the attention of the entire class because of it.

“ Sorry, sir! ” says Polite barrel. That smile was still very stiff. Especially when Eren suddenly looked at him with a different gaze. There was a glimmer of light that was different from Eren's gaze on him all day that day.

Laras gulped when Eren's gaze did not escape him at all. The pen that Eren was supposed to use to write, he played on his fingers. And Laras was reluctant to miss it.

“ Why am I this weird?! ” his murmur that immediately threw away his gaze from the figure of Eren. “ Concentration Barrel!! Concentrate! ” the patting of both cheeks with both hands. And Laras was again pensive in his sight.

The third count in heart, Laras glanced at Eren and was greeted with a meaningful smile from Eren. Simultaneously, a small fold of paper fell right over the Laras textbook. The paper came from the front. From the previously empty bench. And now occupied by the figure of Aksara. A classmate who he thinks is quite mysterious.

The barrel took the paper, opened it and read its contents. Laras.

Can we talk in a break?

The second paper fell back on his desk. Again from the script.

I need answers.

The barrel pokes Aksara's back with his index finger. Then write down the word “Ya!” on his back, nodding slowly.

A piece of paper fell from the front.

Stare at this building.

In response to that, Laras nodded confidently.

“ Nak Laraaas??? ” Mr. Agung again noticed the figure of Laras who was a small beard on his lap. “ Are you ready to declare your love??? ” Pak Agung again continued his joke. The whole class was again made to laugh and cheer because of it.

The barrel is a small sinking. The appointment of Indonesian Literature book he brought to cover his face which may have been flushed because it continues to be a concern of Mr. Agung with his jokes.

“ I hate! ” growled Eren suddenly.

His matan gaze stared intently in front of him. Even so, the other side of her eyes were staring in a different direction. Towards the side, where Laras was trying to immerse the face behind his book. The figure of a red-robed creature that covered part of his face with a mask from a human skull. A figure with pale, wrinkled old hands with long nails. Not to miss the thick black smoke puff that formed a wing, attached to the back of the cloaked figure. Those eyes are shining brightly. And that smile looks so scary.

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