SCHNUCKY
INSIDE I GREET YOU...

Zais stands in the middle of the expanse of weeds that meet the surrounding runway field. His body was obscured by the weeds slapping there, as if he were part of the territory.

His gaze was directed at the sky decorated with night soot studded with flickering stars that spread to form certain constellations there.

The moon has long hidden itself mounded by the mega-polluted white by gray due to the water content that nourishes it.

The man had been there for a long time, but not one bit. He only looked at the end of the sky where the plane carrying Anya returned to Bogor to finish his studies a little more ended.

The man heard from one of the girl's best friends that he was going back to Bogor, taking a day flight.

Since the sun had slid slightly to the west, Zais had been there, but not a little moved to enter the terminal, where Anya had been looking for him so much that he did not pay attention to Arya who several times gave messages and advice.

The man realized that his mind was being consumed by a feeling that forced him to keep remembering Anya. Under any circumstances, even carried away in her dreams, the girl came to side with her several times, even in her erotic dreams that made her maleness find natural impingement.

But the man also realized that the distance between himself and Anya was so far away, it might even lead to utopia, if he expected the idol to be his full possession.

The night wind blows back the man's consciousness from the threshold of his delusion of Anya.

Zais sighed and exhaled, complaining about the weakness of her being unable to speak the word love openly. He falls in love with Anya, but is ashamed to express his feelings for fear that they will not be fulfilled.

Social strata are often a big barrier to two hearts falling in love. Zais felt a huge difference between them.

The man finally turned his body and stepped lethargic. His steps were shaky and crammed into the tall grass. Slowly his body was camouflaged in the night soot that blurred and finally imbued his body in the faint of night.

...*****...

Kamala paced in her room. The words of a man in the chat disturbs his mind again.

In three days, I waited. Don't make me leak everything to that man. Now you're mine, no longer his. Stay away from that guy, now!

"Basic jerk!!!" kamala Ovegat.

He feels dead-end now. The game begins to take its toll and eventually the muzzle of the disaster leads to him. Everything changes with the death of that copycat woman. If he had not died, he would not have been caught up in this decision.

...*****...

Lately, Arya who does not usually sip tobacco smoke, now began to like the lung-burning bar. Fortunately, he is not an active smoker so he did not fall into addiction.

Who was the woman Iswan raped? Was his murder purely due to an act of guarding honor, or was it indeed a premeditated murder that coincided with the kidnapping?

Arya has to find the answer. The man stepped out of the house and shortly thereafter the black All New Avanza slid off and sped away from the residence.

...*****...

Anya was just about to go to sleep because the time was a little longer showing ten o'clock at night. That's the rule and no one can argue.

The girl had just touched her head with a pillow, when her dress shook. He disengaged his actions and chose to serve mobile visitors who came to disturb him.

📲 "Hello?" anya greeting.

📲 "Hi, Dek.." Reply that voice.

Anya smiled and slowly her face brightened. Instantly drowsiness was driven from his eyelids.

📲 "Sister Zais.." Anya said gently and softly.

📲 "Sorry, Dek... I can't take you." said Zais with sadness.

📲 "Nothing... I'm satisfied enough, see Brother Zais.." Anya replied again.

📲 "Seeing me?" asked Zais in surprise.

Anya just nodded.

📲 "Hm-em... Brother Zais stands on the grass, five hundred meters from the runway." Anya said. "I saw you. and took your picture..."

📲 "You took my picture?" asked Zais again in amazement.

📲 "Yes... I will print the portrait and put it in my wallet... so that every time.. I see Brother, as if Brother is here too.." Anya replied calmly and gently.

Zais can no longer issue the sentence mitraliyur that has been composed for a long time. The girl's words were soothing, but at the same time she also incised the wounds of the clothes that were difficult to remove.[]