Adrian holds the form in his hand. Brawijaya's handwriting on the paper makes it veiled in doubt. He does not know about desires or things that are truly desired. Even now he is hesitant to continue studying. Everything is hard for him to carry alone.

Now, his hand felt heavy just to knock on the door of the room labeled the Journalist Club of Ketjeh. Variety of colored alphabet is very tacky for Adrian. However, he remained standing still watching the tacky writing he did not immediately go in for a while and leave. Adrian is weighing.

[Tok. Tok. Tok.]

Adrian turned to the knocker on the door. "I knew that this cowardly young master would become a statue at someone's door," Brawijaya said mockingly Adrian.

"Bee!"

"Enter there. Or do I need to be accompanied?"

Not immediately responded Brawijaya pushed Adrian's body forward toward the door. One hand pushed open the door a little.

"Who...?" said the voice from inside.

Adrian gives a sharp look to Brawijaya who is now looking away.
From inside came the figures of Kinara and Noella. Two figures that Adrian knew very well greeted him happily. Only this morning he refused Noella's invitation now that he was standing in front of him carrying the form. It's like licking your own spit.

"Sis, here I return the form."

Kinara took it and said, "both of you ..." he gave an intense look to Brawijaya. Knowing his whereabouts, he laughed instead.

"No, I just drove him," said Brawijaya in the middle of crisp laughter.
Adrian turned to Brawijaya and Kinara. A strange feeling arises, Adrian does not like when Brawijaya is so concerned about Kinara. From both of their gazes it was clear that Adrian did not yet know the closeness of his best friend to the senior in the literature department.

His hands suddenly clenched tightly.
"Is there something I need to fill in again?" Adrian asked Kinara while keeping their distance.

Adrian's body is now in the middle between Brawijaya behind him and Kinara in front of him. But it was only temporary because Kinara chose to sit reading biodata from Adrian's form. At that moment he gave a signal for Noella to invite two new children to sit in the reading room chair.

"Is this your place of work?" asked Brawijaya to examine the walls filled with covers and some illustrated poems.

"Ah, no-no." " I thought that if Bray wanted to come along and we would be very happy," said Noella, simultaneously her hand was pulled by Kinara.

Clearly, there's something Adrian doesn't know.

Kinara did not behave as usual. The senior from English Literature will always be pleasant. Adrian looks back at Brawijaya. Now he understands the intention of Brawijaya to voluntarily accompany him.

"Come on, Bray, do you want to come or not?" Noella's voice sounded ridiculous. From the start the shrill voice was not suitable for making soft sentences.

"Are you invite me? But I'm lazy to write that formality."
"Heh."
Adrian's body flinched at the answer to his friend's... absurb.

"I have used up my strength to fill yours, A." Obviously a bit of a style where his fingers are tired of writing lots of reports.

"Huh." Kinara shook her head. Adrian was still staring at Kinara who was acting awkwardly for whatever reason. To be sure, when I heard the conversation between Noella and Brawijaya it was very clear that Adrian did not know everything.
Noella smiled broadly. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "It doesn't matter if you want to become a member."

 "So?"

"From now on you two are accepted without any formality requirements!" Adrian stared at that. Is that easy to get into a journalist's club or is it that desperate Noella add members.
"Unconditional?" Adrian began to waver.

"Yes. Without any conditions! " Noella repeated to her words.

"Hey hey."

Brawijaya has a very wide grin.
Entering the room they called the meeting room, there was already Keenan who was again sleeping on the table. Adrian snorted as Noella threw sheets of paper over Keenan's head.

Brawijaya appoints the person he remembers yesterday giving Adrian a form.

"He is sleeping," Adrian answered a question that was not said by Brawijaya. As if she was making a point, Noella caught a few times Adrian and Brawijaya made hidden movements and whispers.

"Keenan is like that." Again, Adrian answers questions from Brawijaya's eyes.

"Try to wake him he certainly did not wake up."

Adrian looked down, watching the 19-year-old man's masculine face.

"Keenan," he called in a low whisper.

"AKKKK ..." Keenan's body jumped and fell onto the tiled floor. He put on a painful face when his buttocks hurt.

"he's wake up," Adrian said like reporting his work.

"Eh." Noella was both shocked and amazed. Didn't think that it was so easy to wake Keenan. The notion of a handsome man's charm deserves a thumbs up.

 "Good job," said Kinara a little restrained amused.

Keenan who knew the mastermind immediately stood up. "What's wrong with you guys !?" he said, raising his tone of voice. No matter he was talking with seniors and friends.
Keenen's sharp gaze was fixed on the destroyer of sweet dreams. Ironically, the dream also has to do with the culprit. This Keenan's chest was heaving. Trying to erase the row of not beautiful stories that he had dreamed of.

Then another figure raised his eyebrows, "and you?" Keenan pointed to the figure of Brawijaya beside Adrian.

"He became our new member," Noella answered happily.

"What?"

That's when Keenan's beautiful daytime dreams were replaced by grim realities. He could not believe his rival figure would enter the Journalist club who was unfortunately rejected hundreds of times. Is this some kind of revenge? Keenan hoped that was not the intent and purpose of Adrian to enter UKM which had long been a place to corner both of them after the classroom.