Mereka ber6 kini sedang mengadakan barbeque di taman belakang villa.
Mereka sudah menyiapkan sosis, jagung, ayam untuk dibakar dan disantap malam ini.
Keyla dan Devano membakar sosis bersama "Lo suka sosis ayam apa sosis sapi?" Tanya Devano.
Keyla memikirkan sejenak "suka semua asal gratis" ucapnya sambil nyengir.
Devano tertawa lalu mengacak rambut Keyla gemas "sukanya gratisan"
"Semua orang juga suka gratisan kali"
"Gue enggak tuh"
"Oh ya? Kalau lo dikasih mobil mau gak?"
"Ya maulah masak ditolak sih" ucap Devano asal.
"Tuh kan berarti lo suka gratisan juga wlekkk" Keyla menjulurkan lidahnya.
Devano terdiam karena kehabisan kata-kata.
Devano membolak-balikkan sosis yang berada di tangannya merasa sudah matang Devano menyuapinya kepada Keyla.
Keyla menuruti Devano untuk membuka mulutnya dan suapi sosis oleh Devano.
"Enak?" Keyla mengangguk.
"Iyalah enak dibakar dan disuapin sama orang ganteng" ucap Devano dengan PDnya.
"Cih, GR"
"Dunia serasa milik berdua ya, yang lain mah ngontrak" cibir Anisa.
"Sirik aja lo noh ada Bintang" balas Devano.
"Ogah"
"Udah-udah ah gak usah debat" lerai Keyla.
"Ren gue bisa minta tolong gak?" Tanya Keyla kepada Reno.
"Boleh, minta tolong apa Key?"
"Tolong ambilin gitar gue dong di mobil"
Reno mengangguk lalu berjalan ke tempat mobil terparkir.
Tak nunggu waktu lama, Reno sudah kembali dengan membawa gitar Keyla dan memberikannya kepada Keyla.
"Makasih ya" ucap Keyla.
"Santai aja"
"Sekarang kita nyanyi yuk, udah mateng semua kan?" Tanya Keyla.
"Udah kok yuk"
"Mau nyanyi apa? Gue aja yang ngiringin ya" ucap Devano.
"Gue aja ya Zan" pinta Keyla.
"Gue dulu baru lo" Keyla.
"Closer aja Van" usul Dilla.
Devano mulai memetik gitarnya.
[Devano]
Hey, I was doing just fine just before I met you
I drank too much and that's an issue but I'm okay
Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
But I hope I never see them again
I know it breaks your heart
Moved to the city in a broke down car and
Four years, no calls
Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar and
I can't stop
No, I can't stop
[Devano & Keyla]
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
[Keyla]
You, look as the good as the day as I met you
I forget just why I left you, I was insane
Stay, and play that Blink-182 song
That we beat to death in Tuscon, okay
I know it breaks your heart
I moved to the city in a broke down car and
Four years, no calls
Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar and
I can't stop
No, I can't stop
[Devano & Keyla]
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover
That I know you can't afford
Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
Pull the sheets right off the corner
Of the mattress that you stole
From your roommate back in Boulder
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older (we ain't ever getting older)
We ain't ever getting older (we ain't ever getting older)
We ain't ever getting older (we ain't ever getting older)
We ain't ever getting older
We ain't ever getting older
No we ain't ever getting older
Bintang, Reno, Anisa, dan Dilla bertepuk tangan.
"Aduh Keyla lo tuh perfect banget sih, udah cantik, baik, cerdas, model, pinter masak, pinter di dunia music. Pacarable banget sih. Jadian yuk?" Cerocos Bintang.
Devano yang kebetulan berada di sampingnya pun langsung menjitak kepala Bintang.
"Aw, apaan sih Van kok jitak gue sih?" Protes Bintang.
"Makanya jangan genit, tuh ada Anisa" tunjuk Devano ke Anisa.
Bintang memincingkan matanya "Kenapa lo yang marah? Keyla aja biasa aja, lo mau kan ja-" ucapan Bintang langsung di potong oleh Devano.
"Keyla pacar gue"
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