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It was one busy day, everyone came to attend one-day-show in downtown.

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Alea took the vacant seat near the empty stage. The morning performance ended half an hour ago. It wasn’t until the evening that the second part of the show started which was 5 hours more to go. Alea sighed and looked around. She just finished having lunch with her group. She separated herself from them because she wanted to sit down and let her intestines to digest her food slowly.

“Do you want to go around this place?” said the girl with oval glasses.

“Yeah, I’m actually eyeing the souvenirs in the front of this building! Should we go now? Who wants to join me and Elina?” said another girl in pink jacket.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna pass. I’m gonna go talk to someone from my class sitting in that hall. See you guys later!” said Alea. She smiled to them and walked off alone.

Alea lied. She didn’t see someone from her class inside. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell them in detail that she wasn’t in the mood to walk around. Why?
Well, it’s not because she wanted to sit down and let the food down? Please. She just wasn’t in the mood because she saw Allen with that pretty girl from his class and they went for a walk together. Was that his gf? If not, who was she? Did he like her?
Those thoughts was the sole reason why Alea seemed so reluctant having her lunch earlier.

“Alea, are you sick? You dont like the food?” asked Yosie.

“The food is fine, why?”

Yosie shrugged, “You seem a little off.”

Alea checked her mobile phone. Scrolling through her twitter timeline. Nothing interesting, she thought. She put down her phone dejectedly. She looked around, no one was really here inside the hall. Maybe they had lunch break at cafeteria or walked around the place.

“Alea, what are you doing here by yourself?”

Alea turned her head around and found Allen walked closer to her.

“You too, I thought you’re with your classmates,” replied Alea.

“My friends are having break at cafeteria then I saw you alone inside so… You wanna join?”

Alea shook her head. “I just had lunch with Elina and the others.”

“You did? Well, where are they now?”

“They go around to buy souvenirs.”

Allen frowned, “You don’t feel well?”

“No. Why is everyone asking me the same thing??”

“Why are you yelling at me?”

“Sorry.”

Allen took the seat beside Alea. He put one hand on Alea’s forehead, “Hmmm, no fever.”
Alea rolled her eyes. "Sleepy, I guess.” Alea shoved off Allen’s hand from her forehead.
Allen didn’t buy it. And yet he didn’t want to dig further, instead he said, “Do you want to listen to my iPod?”
Alea’s eyes popped out a little. “You bring along your iPod? I didn’t know you have one,” Alea muttered.
Almost instantly, she eyed Allen’s bag expectantly. She really liked music and surprisingly both of them had similar taste in music.
Allen snickered. He began to dig in his backpack.

“Here, the earphones. Hey, spare one for me!” cried Allen.

“Whyy? I thought you’re gonna let me use it for myself. Don’t you have to get back with your classmates? They’re gonna start lunch without you!”

“No prob. They can start whenever they want,” Allen shrugged, “What do you want to listen? I don’t know your favorite though.”

Alea’s taken aback, “I thought… you wanna join them….”

Allen shook his head nonchalantly. “Nope, here, let’s start with some Adam Young masterpiece.”

Alea felt her lips tugging upward. Out of the blue, her mood was going up up up.

epilogue

when the memory is all she has

current mood:

Kyuhyun - 7 Years of Love

Sherina - Simfoni Hitam

Miley Cyrus - When I Look at You

Justin T - Mirrors

Toheart - Tell Me Why

I always want to play guitar. It’s like when someone plays the guitar, the aura around them shifts just like the tune. I know someone who played guitar really great. Every afternoon she’d have this performance at the café in town. She encouraged me to play and came to her house. Her father owns this secret institute. She’d tutor me about guitar and went to café together in the afternoon. I was able to see her playing for around five years before she’s gone.

The institute I’m now joining is her father’s. The place is in outskirt of town and I need Poe to take me there after school. I like the fact that the institute is surrounded by hills and I enjoy the serene atmosphere.

“Clare, I want you to play the tune I ask you to make last week. Are you ready?”

“Please, not now. I need to practice some more time, Teacher. Is that okay?”

“Well, I’ll give you thirty mins, then. I’d be at the yard, okay?”

Clare nodded in agreement. She waited until her teacher close the door completely. She took the guitar off the bag and also one scramble paper. The paper before her full of music note doodle. It was rumpled, rough sketch here and there. She smiled weakly and began to play.The clock showed that it’s already 15 mins Clare playing guitar. She played her piece 7 times already. She slowly gained her confidence and that her first piece flowing into something credible enough. She’s about to start again from the beginning of the tune, when someone passed outside her practice room.

The room was in the left side of the institute. No windows, only glass doors. The curtain was folded aside and someone from inside could see the outside clearly, and vice versa. Clare stopped playing and stared at the foreigner curiously. She’s been seeing the guy for several times. And yet when she asked her teacher, he said he didn’t have male student.

Clare eyed him carefully when the guy open the door and came into the room which Clare stayed.The guy moved in careful motion. He closed the door, turned his back, walked straight, and it seemed like he counted his steps.

Clare was about to greet him with smile, the guy passed her as if she weren’t there at all. Then he opened the inside door and went to other room. Clare was still stunned. Did he not see me?

A week passed. The teacher praised Clare for the first time she played her piece that day. Clare proudly reasoned that it’s his late daughter who inspired her. This action made her teacher fell silent for a moment.

After the class, Clare was busy put her things inside the bag and ready to get home. She exited the room and bam, there the guy was. He was walking from parking lot to the door Clare just exited. She greeted him quietly. The guy seemed surprised. But he greeted back and they chatted for a second. Clare found out that he was the twin of Yui, the guitar girl who inspired Clare. He couldn’t see and he liked violin.

Another week passed. Clare found out more about the guy, Aki. He lost his vision when he was eleven which was six years ago. He really missed his twin. Clare talked a lot to console him. Even some days, Clare would play Yui’s piece for him.

“I’d like to hear your piece, Clare,” said Aki with innocent tone.Clare felt herself blushed, “But I am not as talented as Yui.”

“You should be more confident. I’ve heard your first song last week and I think that was amazing.”

“Omg, you did??”

Aki laughed. “I was in other room at that time and yes, I listened to your piece and it was beautiful.”

Clare was stunned again. Not by his confession but by Aki’s laugh. It was like a melody in her ears. It's light and nice. Her mouth moved upon that and Clare found herself smiled. “I bought my Polaroid. Do you want to take picture with me?”

Clare found Aki waiting for her in the swing outside the practice room. Clare smiled and changed her direction. It was still 15 mins until the practice begin, she crossed the yard into the swing. She took off her bag and took place beside Aki.

“What you’ve been doing all alone here?”

Aki smiled. “Waiting for you, Clare.”

Clare laughed. “You look so pale today. Are you alright?”

Aki turned his head to Clare, “I’ve never been healthy. Why?”

Clare laughed again. Little did she know, Aki liked her laugh just like Clare like his.

"Can I have a hug?”

“What?” Clare turned her body to Aki abruptly, more like shocked from Aki's proposition.

“Can I hug you, Clare?”

“…..”

Without Clare’s permission. Aki snaked his arms on her shoulder and pulled her close. He rested his chin on her shoulder softly. Clare was too shocked to function. Unconsciously, she stretched her arms to return the hug.

They enjoyed each other’s warmness until Clare thought that Aki was too silent.

"Aki?”

“….”

“Aki?” Clare hated to let go the embrace but she felt something wasn’t right.

The loud bang from the practice room door surprised her. There, revealing her teacher looked into her direction with panic expression.

“AKI!!” he shouted.

Clare retreated herself from the embrace but only to find that Aki’s body leaned forward with her as well. It’s not like Aki didn’t want to detach, it’s like Aki been lost his consciousness.

Clare’s feet suddenly went cold.

“Aki? Answer me?!” cried Clare.

Here I am, sitting again on the swing where I hold Aki for the first and the last time. He didn’t survive long after his sister’s death. Liver cancer got Yui earlier. Brain cancer pulled Aki along to his sister’s side. And yet here I am, in my seventeenth birthday. Mom’s been so nice to make a party for my birthday today at my house. She invites my best friends from class but it's still 4 hours to go. Poe agrees to take me here after I plead wholeheartedly.

I glance into my palms, finding my Polaroid pictures with Aki that afternoon. Suddenly the sad feeling rushes into me. It's only one minute until the tears pooling my eyes again.

The moment Aki’s father took him from my embrace. The moment I ran into Aki’s car. The moment I sat in the car with his limping body beside me and his father drove so fast into the hospital. The moment Aki gained his consciousness only to say, ‘I like you, Clare’ and shut down his eyes again. The moment the hospital bed screeched loudly into the hall. The moment the doctor got out from ER to say something to Aki’s father. The moment he collapsed to the wall beside him and I ran into his side. The moment he pulled me into hug and cried and I cried along.

The one thing I regret the most.

The one thing I know I should say it earlier.

The one thing … I should say back to him, ‘I like you too, Aki’.

Inspired by Jin - Gone (both lyric and music video).

After turning the lamp into the dimmer one, she lied herself on her bed. She checked the clock on her mobile phone; it showed 11.06 PM. Her gaze lingered longer on the wallpaper before she turned it off and tucked the mobile phone under her pillow.

She slowly closed her eyes. Her shallow breath became steady within minutes. Her chest rose and fell as her consciousness slowly drifted away.

Her eyes suddenly flew open but she couldnt see anything. It was all black. She waved her arm in front of her, but still she could see nothing. She could hear her heart beating so fast, she tried to scream but nothing came out either.
She continued standing on her place when there was dim light from afar. She waited patiently in her place with her upright body and arms clung into her side; fingers clawing into her skirt. The grey light grew bigger and bigger until it materialized vivid image in front of her. Suddenly it engulfed her in; she felt so strange and closed her eyes in fear.
..3, 4, 5, 6... She counted on her mind and waited for something happened. She braced herself and opened her eyes slowly.
She looked around and found herself standing in the middle of familiar street. No one was insight; everything was so still. She recognized the house on her right and the front yard with tiny garden on her left. She stood in the middle of the street she lived a year ago.
She stepped ahead; oh I wore my purple flats? she thought to herself. She practically adored the pair but she lost them last summer after she moved into new place. Oh, it was just a dream, no? It made sense how the shoes still attached on her feet.

She looked up to her upper body. She wore that orange jersey that she loved. Her friends teased her a lot because the jersey with her favorite soccer player spelled wrongly. She almost gave up and thrown the top in the bottom of her wardrobe but not anymore. The jersey crept up into her favorite-shirt list again because... he's the one who complimented her when she wore the shirt on one sunny day.

"Wow, I don't know you like soccer!"

She turned her head to the left where she found a boy not much older than her smiling to her, "Nope, I just love this person with 99 number on his back."

He gestured to her to turn her back so that he could see the player's name.

"Did it spell correctly?"

"Don't start," she snapped, "The other guys already bother me about it," she pouted slightly.

He chuckled while patting her head, "But it looks good on you. I never thought you'd look great in orange."

Her smile's spread instantly. "I know, right?" she replied smugly. There's fluttering butterfly inside her stomach.

"Anyway, let's go get the others! I bet they're in the middle of preparing our lunch."

The memory flashed onto her mind. She stared blankly into space and accidentally stopped in front of the third house to her right. The one with large front yard and huge sicamore tree. She turned her body to look intently into the house.

Another memory played again.

"Are you sure this is how you make it?"she sounded unsure, she raised one eyebrow.

He looked at her like she talked in foreign language, "You were the one who asked me to do this mechanic thing to me and now you wonder if I do right thing?"

She nodded.

"You're not serious, right? I've re-built broken motorcycle when I was 19. I've told you that!"

She backed her body in surprised, "Did you?"

"Didn't I?" he asked back.

"Hey guys, the soup is ready! Do you guys want some?" said one big dark-skinned guy appeared from the living room into the porch with big bowl.

"I'll go get it myself," she stood up and went inside the house. She walked back to her place in the porch with the warm soup.

He eyed her eagerly.

"What?" she spat.

"Is it good?" he stopped doing the mechanic thing and stared at her wide-eyed.

"Do you want to try?"

He raised slightly his black palms, signaling he couldn't eat right away, he had to clean out first but he really wanted to have some.

She nonchalantly shoved the spoon with the soup into his direction. He's taken aback by her action but he guzzled it anyway.

She flashed her eye-smile, "Really good, isn't it?"

He gulped and nodded in silent.

Both the girl and the boy were practically stranger a week before but they never knew that they'd get this close quickly. That particular memory left a slight nudge inside her heart. She unconsciously placed a hand on her chest.

She walked closer into the porch of the familiar house. The front door was shut. But the curtain was opened. The glassy window was big enough for people to peeked inside and saw the entire living room. She moved her face closer to the window and gazed inside. The couch and the table were in the same position like she remembered. The long couch taped to the wall and faced her direction. That was the exact couch where her brunette friend took a nap after a long morning, while she sat lazily on the other couch busy checking her socmed. He took the place on the floor right in front of her with his head near her feet. He lied on his side, facing the brunette girl.

"Do you guys believe the idea of soul mate?" someone randomly brought up the topic.

It was one lazy afternoon and the breeze blew lightly into the living room while some of them sprawled around with nothing to do.

"Sometimes," someone replied.

"Why not?"

"Once I heard someone said that you will resemble your soul mate, whether it's hair, skin color, the shape of the nose, etc," she blurted out.

"Yes, or the shape of the eyes. They'll resemble each other," he said agreeing to her.

She startled, no one seemed to have agreed to the statement before. Now, he was the one who did agree with the idea of the soul mate thing?

She raised her head to look intently at the sight of him. I didn't resemble him, she thought; he didn't resemble me either. Then she moved her gaze to the brunette girl on the couch beside him. Well, they did resemble, they both had fair fair skin...

She retreated her face from the window. The pang on her chest became more vivid and made her frozen on her spot. Why did she feel like that?

She turned her back from the house and facing the front yard.
The rain was suddenly falling. The image before her turned gray. She slightly remembered the day it suddenly rain like this and she sat on the passenger side of one motorcycle with him the one who's driving.

"Ah, we should've gone home earlier. Do you want to wear raincoat?"

"Nope," she replied.

She took off her jacket and made it as an umbrella covering both of their heads.

He chuckled, "Wow, this kind of raincoat is great!"

She almost could hear him smiling. And it brought smile to her lips too.

She let out a tear. She could remember the scenes vividly one after another. The wet from the rain splashed into her face. Her eyes became blurred and all of the sudden the blackness engulfed her.

She woke into the familiar room which was hers. She's slightly out of breath. Her right palm already clutched into her heart. She sighed heavily and buried her face deeper into her pillow, wishing to continue her sleep.

Somewhere far away, one guy longingly stared into his mobile phone. He kept pressing the button so that the display picture on the wallpaper shone bright into the darkness. That certain picture on his wallpaper made his mind wander off to one particular the girl he once knew.

It’s been three episodes since SNSD’s new variety show began. Dangerous Boys, it’s called. The girls help 5 boys who are likely to have the bleakest future. Boy 1, he is lazy ass who loves making excuses. Boy 2, he drops out from school because he doesn’t see any benefit from it, his parents abandon him when he needs them the most, but he admits he has the will to change. Boy 3, he doesn’t have interest in school, he almost fails in every lessons, that’s because he put his interest in music, he’s a potential rapper Boy 4, he prefers to smoke and hangs out with his friends to go to school, he steals from mini market, he drinks alcohol every day, his dream is to sleep. Boy 5, he likes to bail and does whatever he wants, if he doesn’t feel like to do something (like go to school) he doesn’t do that, he appears for once in a month, but he has a dream to be a singer.

SNSD appears to be their favorite girls, so they gave the girls a task to change the boys.

In 3^rd episode, there’s this ‘Art Therapy’ corner. They should draw a person and their parents. By looking at the results, it’s all there: thoughts, personality, feelings. I feel like really want to hug these guys. They’re seriously damaged. Well, the term dangerous in title Dangerous Boys itself is describing how the boys’ future is in danger. If I’m one of the mentor, since the mentor is the SNSD whom they really like, I’ll give them rewards for doing any improvement. I know they’re not babies anymore but I think reward and punishment will do well for developing any habit/behavior. These guys don’t know how to make themselves great or at least better. There has to be someone by their side to help them, to warn and encourage them. Their parents are so soft-hearted so that the boys don’t get any strict treatment to make them change. They need guidance for that. They’ll gradually change, until the point where they’ll do well without anyone push them but themselves.

I’m sure there so many youngsters out there who desperately need guidance. I want to help them all, if I could. Youngsters are so potential to keep. They’re our future, right?

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