A car drove through the crowds of a fictional city called Jayaraya.  Inside it, there was a man who busy driving while babbling, and a young man who had been ignoring him for a long time. "Luckily, Ivan and Devan haven't been home yet.  So we don't need to go around to bring your girl friends."  Dirga laughed crisply at the end of his sentence. But as an answer, the young man who insisted on sitting on the back seat just looked out the window with an indifferent face.  Deandra chose to remain silent no matter what his father said."You know?  Your mother panicked when she heard from Ivan that you had drowned.  When you get home, you explain to her, okay?” "Hm...." Dean moaned like a cow. As expected, after that nothing could be heard other than the sound of a car engine.  They had been in the car for almost ten minutes, and the only words that came out of Dean's mouth were questions a

Something look different today.  It was unusual for Deandra to see his two friends in silence each other during the third lesson.  It was only natural that Dean had noticed.  Because the distance between his desk and Ivan-Devan's table is only one table adrift.  Moreover, the two of them sat in the same row in front of him.  "Did they fight?  how unusual."  His mind wondered.  The third lesson is physics.  Mr.Ibnu who is explaining in front of the class is one of the many fierce teachers at this school.  It was thanks to his existence that Dean couldn't ask what was wrong with his two friends until class ended.  Time elapsed.  Dean – who had not been in school for more than ten years, clearly had greater learning difficulties than most of the children at this school.  But Deandra is lucky because his mature age allows him to think more calmly.  Which meant that Dean wouldn'

Jazz music played, filling the room with a calm atmosphere.  A young man in school uniform sat on one of the chairs.  While a man sat across the table. The sound of the music, blended with the paper touching each other as the man turned the newspaper in his hand.  For a moment it was the only sound that filled the space between them, and it had been about fifteen minutes. “If there's something you want to say, just say it.  What's the point of looking at me like that?" Once again such a polite sentence.  It was as if they were playing a role in a black and white documentary set in the eighties. "Don't mind me, I'm just trying to find out what kind of man you are."  Deandra waved a hand to confirm his words. A second later, the man across the table folded the sheet of newspaper that had originally covered half of his face.  Then looked through the lenses of round glasses right at

“What are you guys doing?! You can't just bring people's children. Where's the warrant?!” "Dev!" Devan exploded. The innocence tabble he pounded hard as he rose to challenge the two uniformed men in front of them. Suddenly, Ivan also got up to calm his twin. "We have a warrant, if necessary we can show it." Said one of the two men. “Show me!” Dean insisted. As Devan wished, one of the two policemen reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper from inside. But just as he was about to give the paper to Devan, Deandra's sudden rise and that young man's words stopped them. "No need sir. I'm go with you." Of course, the decision that Deandra made unilaterally made Devan even more angry. "Dean! I know you're an idiot but no..." Devan's sentence was cut off, just as Dean suddenly tapped his shoulder and whispered something. "Check your phone." Dean really made sure only Devan could hear him. Less than ten seconds later, Dean was actually led away from

Smoke billowed from the cup of coffee which was sitting on a wooden table. Fills the dimly lit room with its scent, and soothes the heart of a man sitting opposite it. On the side of the cup of coffee, the distinctive sound of a typewriter sounded so beautiful. The man's ten fingers danced while magic slowly created on a white piece of paper. A smile broke out, his mind was muttering everything he wrote there. “Anger filled the young man. There was an inexplicable feeling, combined with the hot turmoil in his heart. He no longer cared even if the actions he took afterwards would be so fatal. Sick! The stocky man was flung backwards. He struggled, whimpering as he wriggled wildly on the dirty floor. Holding his mouth which was bleeding so much, and panicked even more when he saw the teeth scattered on the floor. He knew it was his. "Ah ... then this can be said a nail for a tooth, right?" said the young man. Unaccepted, three of the four men began to attack. It doesn't