C4 THREE

" Do n't be afraid, the world is interesting."

Ara entered the back of the cafe where she worked. Greeting the several employees he met, he quickly changed his uniform in the locker room. After he felt his appearance neat, he immediately came out.

"Fig! Ma'am, please, please bring this drink to table number seven!”

Ara turned to Mbak Santi who called her. He received the tray and rushed to deliver the order.

"Excuse me," Ara said politely, then set the drink glasses on the table. When he wanted to turn around, his hand was blocked by one of the teenagers there. He stared at the man with furrowed brows. "What's wrong, sis?"

When that pair of eyes met , something in the man's chest jolted violently. " That eye?" His mind couldn't believe what his own eyes were seeing.

" Bro ?" His friend's call broke the daydream.

The man realized, then released his grip. His face turned. “ Nope pa-pa .”

Even though she felt strange with the man, Ara didn't want to bother. He then walked off to continue his work.

" Bang, looks like him," whispered the boy who was the brother of the man who had grabbed Ara's hand. He only nodded in response. Really very similar to someone he was looking for.

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Ara had just left the cafe and wanted to go home because it was already 21.10 WIB. Every day when she comes home from work, the girl always walks because the distance from the cafe to the nursing home is close. Another reason for saving, at nine in the evening there is no public transportation that passes. Fortunately, as long as he comes home from work there are never dangerous incidents like in the movies.

Halfway through, the girl saw a man who seemed to be fighting with thugs. More precisely, the man was beaten many times by big thugs. Ara just saw there are thugs in this area. He immediately approached because he wanted to help. Really, he felt pain when he saw the man was battered.

" Wow , Bang!" cried Ara bravely.

The thug stopped hitting and looked at Ara fiercely. " What's wrong you here?"

"Yes, want to join the fight, lah ! How do you know I won." The girl folded her arms in front of her chest. His chin lifted proudly. Making the thugs and men gape in disbelief.

“ Hey ! How can you little brat fight me ?" Disdainful glances of course floated on Ara.

"Yes, because Ara is runny nose. Come on, fight with me !”

"Wow! You 're making a fuss , right?" Without waiting any longer, the thug threw a punch at Ara. However, Ara was more agile, who had twisted the thug's hand. Of course the man winced in pain.

"Do you want a broken hand or leave, Bang?" Ara asked, still holding the thug's hand and twisting it.

“Oh my. OK, me pe -go. But let it go me ," asked the thug softly. Ara released him then kicked the man's back.

“Go, won't you ! Huuu !” he shouted triumphantly. Don't underestimate Ara. Even though she was born a girl, when it comes to fighting, she is quite good at it. Since she was in elementary school, she was used to participating in pencak silat extracurricular activities.

"Oh no pa-pa ?” asked Ara as she approached the man she had just helped. "Here, let me help you up."

" No !" The boy snapped, even though the girl had not touched him yet. "Don't expect me to thank you , let alone get a reward from me !" he continued

Of course he could n't stop thinking about the man. Why did he think Ara would ask for something in return? Even though the girl was willing to help. Ara took a deep breath. "You hurt. Here I am help ."

Without waiting for a reply from the other person, the girl took out a cotton ball, a drinking bottle, and a band-aid. It is also often taken anywhere. He positioned himself crouching in front of the man sitting on the edge of the road.

When there was a movement that the man would refuse, Ara glared fiercely. He even held back so that the man did not move much. Feeling calm, the girl began to treat him. First, he carefully cleaned the wound in the corner of the man's lips. Then after feeling clean, put a plaster on the open wound area.

The boy subconsciously kept watching every movement of the girl in front of him. The corners of his lips twitched slightly, so faintly that they were almost imperceptible. "He's so good," she thought.

"Now! Already . then _ I 'll say goodbye first." The girl packed her trash, was about to stand up, but her hand was blocked. "Why?" he asked.

" Thanks ," the man said softly as he removed his grip. Ara nodded, smiled sweetly, then nodded . His feet then stepped away leaving the man alone.

silence , the boy looked at the back of the girl who had just helped him. Something was off, even though he didn't know it.