A Dusty Photo's

Chapter 2: Family

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Pugnacious. Very rowdy. Some students had a fight. I don't know because honestly, I haven't come yet. But seeing how the chairs, tables, bowls and glasses were scattered clearly there had been an uproar.

I helped tidy up the tables and chairs, then helped sweep away the scattered shards of shard where. I let out a breath. It's not about getting tired from cleaning up this mess. I thought about how I would go to school here. Not officially entered it has seen a commotion. I can't imagine what's next.

"Bulaaaannn!" someone called me. I spontaneously looked and smiled at him.

He's Felix. My friend during Junior High. Blaster men who are more fluent misuh misuh than good and true Indonesian language. Next to him was Hanin. The original Surabaya man who had a patent became a citizen of Jakesel with all to his bail. Sok does not speak Javanese except in the case of mute.

I wanted to visit Jakarta last year. He said Han has a girlfriend. Chinese girl, that's it. But ran aground because of blessing. I had a chance to babble, besides still first class High School. Why rush to ask for blessing if marriage is still very far away. Maybe it wasn't even in the plan. But Han was even raging. Misuh there misuh here. Just make me and Felix gawk. Because if misuh clashed with misuh, we are afraid that there will be a contest of misuh memisuh. I miss them.

They have been my best friends since Junior High. That once prevented me from going to Surabaya for High School. But I refuse. And now I'm really embarrassed because I finally returned to Jakarta. But I'm ready to be taunted they're out, anyway.

I put down the broom and the pengki. Then spread out my arms wide and embraced both. I really miss.

I introduced Felix and Hanin, didn't I. It's time I got acquainted. My name is Anindya Pambudi. I am a native of jogja but have been in Jakarta for a long time. Gini gini I have Chinese blood although not much much but good because my skin so white. I Junior High School in Jakarta then I started to know Hanin then in the second grade of the first semester there was a transfer child, Felix. I was a bit surprised at first, because he looks not really Indonesian but the way of talking Java is really.

After graduating from Junior High I moved to Surabaya. As I said, Felix and Han are the ones who are most against my move. But I decided so because I prefer to join bokap who have divorced with my nyokap. His intention is that. But not even two years I joined bokap I decided to return to Jakarta. For classic reasons, his new wife rejected me. Although it is not bright, I am sure he does not need a girl who is in High School to be a child. Moreover, he is still young. So I decided to bail to Jakarta.

But that doesn't mean I'm coming. Because honestly, I guess I no longer care after custody falls into the hands of bokap. And she is currently cool with her husband in Bali. Don't be pitied, I'm used to this kind of thing.

Back to Felix and Hanin. After a hug witnessed by some students in the cafeteria I immediately invited them to enter the kitchen canteen. Behind the kitchen is a small room with sofa chairs and a television that canteens use to relax. So I took them there.

So we told a lot of stories. Tell us how our school is. Telling the embarrassing past as well which made our laughter stirred my budhe in and reprimanded.

"The bell came in. You guys get in class. Moon, help budhe wash the same plates of glasses."

Felix and Han left and I did what Budhe told me to do.

"Buddy?" I called while my budhe was just looking.

"Thank you for the Moon."

"What are you talking about." Budhe's medok voice is actually melodious, "you're Budhe's nephew. Some Budhe here just give you a place to live. Not really financing, but if you want to ask for pocket money, a little Budhe can still give."

Therehewas. Why I told you not to pity me. Because even though I never felt the warmth of the family or at least their sweet attention, I still have another family. My Budhe and his three sons. My best friend understands me. So even though I never warmly called Papa or Mama there was at least something I could call Budhe with pride. Also call ******my favorite.

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