SYAHDU (Contract Sleep Friends)
The New Life of Arga

Because I believe the love in my heart is only yours until the end of my life

Because I'm sure in every breath I breathe only you're the one that I miss~

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Arga walks casually in a blue suit. Cheers echoed across the room as he appeared and stood upright looking around him. The man smiled in front of the many people who came to see his performance on stage.

Arga started to sit down and positioned the mic close to him. The two hands of the man prepared to press the black and white keys as an accompaniment to his sweet voice.

The audience began to calm down. They want to hear the voice and skill of an Arga in playing an instrument in front of him.

Arga's fingers began to dance on the piano board. His eyes were closed permeating every sound from his own finger.

Always, every time Arga sings this, his memory goes back to the past. The time when a woman parades shahdu accompany her nights.

But now, she had not seen him for a long time. How he is, his life, what he is like now, whether he is getting better or vice versa, Arga does not know. He misses that girl very much. The girl who because of this song was created.

🎶Today I drowned like a rock

I tried to close my eyes and ears on my throne

I lost my way home, but you came

Can these eyes continue to stare for a long time.

We can hold hands every day.

Can I still have you even if the world is against us.

Because I want to stay by your side, even if the world shakes though, I'll be fine as long as I'm with you.

Why don't you just stay here?'🎶

Arga opened his eyes as the sound of applause was so lively it sounded. He felt overwhelmed. The first song that he released seven years ago is still liked until now.

Not without reason. Arga accidentally contacts back the person who always offered him to become a famous singer. It did not take long for him to fame, let alone the first song of his creation immediately boomed and exploded in the market.

The purpose of Arga, of course Syahdu. So that the girl can see it wherever she is. So that Syahdu heard the song he had sung in front of him. So that Syahdu understands that Arga is still expecting it back. The song he just sang, some of the lyrics are Syahdu, the creation of the girl.

"Well, right?" Ask Arga to Ibra who is now the manager who manages all the schedule of his gig.

"Udah." Ibra answered sitting next to Arga in the artist room.

Arga then took out a cigarette and sucked it slowly up, smoke billowing over his head.

"Ga, I think you need to open your heart. Seven years, man." Said Ibra, who understood the situation of Arga's heart after singing the song.

Arga breathed smoke up again. His hands stretched out on the back of the sofa.

"Lo do not think, the Syahdu time is happy. I'm married, I have a husband, I have children.."

Arga chose silence so that Ibra would quickly finish his chatter. This is not the first, but the millionth time.

"Lo just needs to know a girl doang. Ntar if lo dapet that is good to talk to, your heart open itself, really."

Arga. Again, he looked up and exhaled smoke from his mouth.

"Kalo emang he also likes lo, from the first also he must have come. Moreover, the song and all the lyrics you really-have really stuck to him. But the proof, Syahdu disappeared completely! The look of his nose is not! Give it up, give it up!" Babe Ibra at length.

"Hey!" Call Arga to Ibra. "I'll give it up, you'll be idle." He told the man.

Ibra was silent with a small sigh from her mouth. That's absolutely true. Because the purpose of Arga became famous is Syahdu. He told Ibra that if one day he met Syahdu, or gave up on his own feelings, he would stop being a famous musician.

Arga put out the cigarette on the ashtray, then stood up. "Tomorrow I'm free, right?" Ask while walking out.

"Yes. The day after tomorrow, as requested by you. Trus monday afternoon you have a podcast with an artist who has been very long ngajakin collab." Ibra follows Arga.

Arga was mangosteen no matter who the artist was. He got into the back seat car.

"Tonight I'm at Oma's house. Trus lo also do not need to contact me if it is not very important."

"Yes. Rest, deh. Sir, be careful." Ibra said to the Arga driver. The driver nodded and then ran the car slowly.

Arga leaned his head on the car seat. His face turned to the side, staring at the colorful lights all night.

Red light, car stopped. A large billboard with a picture of him plastered quite large. The city music festival with Arga as its guest star will be held in two weeks. Right on the night of his birthday.

The car is running again. Arga scratched his forehead. Every time he remembered his birthday that was approaching, he always felt dizzy because he had to remember the bitter time left by a Shahdu. No matter how excited and surprising people give, Arga does not forget the incident.

The car stopped in front of Margaret's house. Arga came out and ran small impatiently looking at the people inside the house. For almost a month he has not visited.

Arga stopped when he saw Margaret sitting quietly with the magazine in her hand.

"Mom.." Arga grabbed Margaret from behind, then kissed the old woman on the cheek.

"Arga, tumben's coming home."

Yes, from that day on, the day that Arga came home with her father, there too Margaret threatened Alex. Of course the old woman did not like to see the situation of her only granddaughter who was down like that.

Margaret resolutely refused the engagement. In fact he did not care about how much of a fine he had to pay, or the embarrassment of an engagement being cancelled. The origin of Arga back cheerful as ever.

Then Soraya, after the decision to cancel the engagement, she still pursued Arga. A year later, he quit because Sutomo forced him to move abroad.

The relationship between the two families certainly deteriorated and some cancellations of cooperation that made the assets of Margaret and Alex had decreased. But it did not make Margaret withdraw her decision until finally Margaret managed to get cooperation from other companies.

Don't ask how Alex is, until he returns to his home country with Julia, and no longer looks at Arga as his son. Of course it's not a problem for Arga.

"Come here often, yeah. He misses too." Margaret's eyes were pointing to the side of the table.

"No. Who misses!"

The rebuttal made Arga hide a smile, then sit next to the little girl who had been drawing on the table.

"Not longing?" Arga started to destroy.

"No. Go back, go again."

"What a fact..."

"Yes, really!" Loud answer.

"What really??" Arga tickled the waist of the girl.

"aaah. Amused, tauuuk." He said he was avoiding Arga.

Margaret just shook her head at the manner of the two.

"Get to the room first, yeah."

"Yes, Oma." Answer the two simultaneously.

Margaret was taken in a wheelchair by a nurse. His very old age made it difficult to walk also because of some diseases in his body.

"Sleep, gih."

"Not sleepy." Answer the little girl.

"Next in the room. Otherwise, ntar is pitted against mami so that mami is angry."

The little girl clucked, glancing in dislike towards Arga. Rarely come home, once home always invites a fight, the inner girl.

Arga also laughed anxiously at the face of his sister's jutek. He took out a package and put it on the table.

"Waaah. What is this, brother??" The girl was excited.

"Open up, dong."

The little girl immediately opened the package and looked happy with the gift.

"Crayon newest! Well, thanks, you're a." The girl hugged Arga, then busily opened a new crayon to apply to her picture book.

"Shahdu.. Syahdu.." Arga shook his head in anxiety. Her sister was a hobby once drawing until all she wanted was dye.

Arga stroked her sister's hair gently. Shania Alexandra was born 6 years ago. He was present because of a threat from Margaret that would stop the flow of funds and cooperation on Alex's company in the UK. With a limp Julia complied with Margaret's willingness to have another child and here she was. Beautiful-eyed girl who always called Arga with the name Syahdu. Shania has also been used since the first called by the name given by her brother.

After escorting Shania to her room, Arga also returns to a place where she can be herself.

He threw out his tired body all day. He always smiles in front of the camera and fans. But all this he did because of compulsion. Arga's only place to be herself is her bedroom.

Arga looked at the ceiling. Then look to the side. Wherever he was, there was always a shadow of Shahdu beside him. Moreover, this bed was also once slept by Syahdu, of course they had done it on the bed.

Arga reached into his pocket, opening an old type of phone that he always carried everywhere. Syahdu Mobile.

He opened the gallery that he had restored because Syahdu had erased everything. Now all the contents are back and that is why Arga is sure that Syahdu also has the same feelings with him

Arga stroked the screen of the phone featuring photos of Syahdu with Popi. "Until when should I wait, Syahdu.." Wailing with tired eyes, until finally slowly closed, Argapun sleeps in his sleep.

~ If you knew I could never forget you

I cannot force this heart to hate you. Don't know if I always miss you...

I'll hide the wound until you don't see it. Even though I don't know if I can survive. Is there a chance to restart~

...TBC...

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Hello. sorry wait a long time, yak. I'm working, Pen.. Hehe kasi congratulations dong gw not idle anymore. Wkwkwk. So if late Up impecclumin ya🥺🥺

Eits, Btw I also brag again birthday. Uh I'm the same birthday as Syahdu. Ntar said guek ya😝 Ntar in my birthday up 3 chapters how?? Wowcock

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