Sam
Chocolate Box

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Ringing an alarm on the phone that lies at the origin next to the pillow, forcing a living creature named Alsaki Sambara it opened his consciousness as well as his eyes. He squinted when he looked at the sliding window in his room not covered with perfect curtain that showed the weather was still dark. Even the sound of the mosque loudspeakers had just stopped.

Turn off the alarm on the phone and switch on its instagram menu. From there, he took a photo of the room window and put some captions there.

The first morning after four years passed on the other side of the plain.

Lazily Sam got up and opened the window of the room. When touching the dewy glass room he remembered when he had settled behind the class and wrote two letters at the beginning and at the end and one sign in the middle. Sam smiled and nodded his head remembering it.

When he turned around and passed the table he used to put the bag and textbook first, Sam fell silent. He sat on a wooden chair and pulled the drawer over there.

One box of brown cardboard is still there. He nodded for a moment. Slowly he took it and the rumble in his chest trembled again, as he looked at the thing inside. He roughly inserted the box and closed the drawer back.

"Astagfirullah" said Sam, holding his chest.

"Sorry, Nada," he said again.

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As agreed with the Kusno pact, Sam now lives in his own home. There are neighbors who help clean the house and go home in the afternoon. For Sam, that was helpful.

Sam is quite grateful to Kusno and Siti who have been caring for and inhabiting his house for four years.

At seven in the morning, the worker who used to work at Sam's parents' house had arrived. Almost simultaneously when Sam opened the iron trellis gate. Apparently, Sam had just run off early in the morning around his neighborhood.

"Mas Sam, how are you?" sapa Siti, a regular employee called Bu Siti to help clean up.

"Good, Mom." Sam slightly smiled. Just little.

"Same father there's no plan to go home yet, Mas?" tanya Siti looks relieved because Sam who is now really different from Sam a few years ago. It's a little more friendly.

"Maybe in a few months, when Pakde's son-in-law, Ms. Tika, ma'am."

"Oh, yeah, already. I continue to take a few first."

"Gugg, monggo."

After just making small talk, Sam began busy replying to messages on his phone. He exchanged messages with some of his tongkrongan friends or classmates first.

Not without reason it became busy when it was still morning. That's because he created a story on his Instagram account a few seconds ago.

Just a simple portrait but enough to confirm if he was already in Java. But the response of the classmates, hanging out, some riweh already aired the news.

Last night, he had a chance to hang out with Royan and Akmal at a hik stall in a fork near the house. However, he soon returned home because Kusno, Siti and her two twins soon returned to their own home in the Solo Baru area.

Apparently, the decision to choose to take the train from Malang to Solo is a slightly inappropriate choice. Because he felt his body quite tired and sore. He should choose the destination of Yogyakarta to be closer if you want to Solo.

His smile came back as he managed to record it through his mobile phone and from his digital camera to get some aesthetic photos and videos. Sam prefers to sit at the dinner table and still struggling with his cell phone. When he accidentally found a photo stored in his gallery, he was quite stunned.

He found a figure that always makes him feel guilty. Portrait of a quadrilateral veiled girl standing among the ranks of the people in front of an agency.

"Tone," he murmured.

With a thumping heart Sam traced the photo based on his history. When found, apparently the photo has been there since a few weeks ago in his SMA chat group first. "Why am I just waking up now" he regretted.

He was even more sorry when he found out he and some other friends got tags because the name of the contact there asked one of his classmates who was in the photo.

Why did Nada get a photo with Bella? Didn't they not even say hello to each other.

Not wanting to get dizzy, Sam finally made an appointment to meet with Akmal and Royan. After getting a reply, despite still waiting for another hour, Sam would respond.

Sam quickly cleaned himself up and had breakfast a few pieces of bakwan and hot tea. Then he went to the carport and found his old bike.

Lucky matic motor that used to be in use when the school was still there. The matic motor used in high school. Luckily it still looks good, because the bike was in use Reva several years ago. Yesterday was brought in Reva to be returned. While one Avanza owned by papa is still in use Kusno.

Be Sam darting off to the cafe place near Royan campus.

"For a long time, why, anyway?" attack Sam when his two friends have joined him at the table where he sits.

"Part of you! Last night hanging out hasn't been back in an hour. Not very fun. Now when we again there needs to be the same lecturer you have met. There-there's!"

Royan sees Sam intensely. "You've got the gala again!" Royan mocked so that the look of Sam's face was a little more relaxed.

"You still haven't heard from Nada?" Not answering, Sam actually asked back at the initial goal he met his two friends.

Royan and Akmal compactly sighed.

"It hasn't moved on you yet, from him." Royan patted Sam's shoulder a few times.

"Tau, tuh." Akmal snatches the latte in front of Sam and drinks it.

"Ck! Pesen himself, lahh," grumbled Sam still with a gloomy face. But don't reclaim the latte left by half a glass. It's good to drink his drink, he thought.

Indeed, one big problem that he kept in meetings since the graduation ceremony at that time was not the least he shared with anyone. Even his two best friends. Still remembered clearly the look of confusion as well as the tangled cries of someone at that time.

Sam scooped his own face. Trying to calm his chaotic mind.

After calm, Sam tried to talk to Royan and Akmal who were focusing on the phone in their hands.

Sam pulled out his phone and quickly found a single photo in his gallery.

"I want to talk about this!" Sam pointed and purposely zoomed in on the photo. While Royan and Akmal immediately docked to see what Sam showed.

"This is Bella, right, our classmate! And this is Tone." Sam pointed alternately at the two objects standing with a smile quite close. Even Bella was embracing the shoulder of Nada who was lifting her fingers to form a finger heart."Tau dong, you guys. I mean what!"

Akmal and Royan nodded in confirming. He understands Nada and Bella used to be involved noisily because of the boy in High School. And seeing the portrait of the two of them standing clean among the other four friends, they began to deduce something.

"They work in the same place Sam." Akmal is speaking.

"Yyuuupinu. Bener." Royan moved his index finger over and over again.

Now Sam stood up. "Well, that's who I asked. Where are these guys?"

"Let's see which area they're in!" Royan started to hush.

"Look, dodol! Their location is closing these people!" Akmal pulled the hat from Royan's head in anxiety.

Their activities were interrupted when the cafe waiter brought a tray containing Sam's order which he had ordered earlier. This time the order that was supposed to be Royan's right was taken first by Sam. Hope the cold ice latte can help cool the contents of his head that feels full of plans that he has been compiling since he decided to go home to Solo.

Akmal deliberately diverted the conversation on other things as well about Sam's plan to manage the workshop owned by Pakdenya. Until the excitement when you used to skip school and choose to play PS to be a diluent atmosphere that was so serious.

Moments later, Akmal went to the toilet and Royan was seen talking over the phone. Sam sat back down and sighed. "Where are you, Nada?"

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