A Gift for Lala

Fifteen - Evil Mama!

Me and A'am step out of class together. Today A'am is back in basketball practice and certainly with Junot. I decided not to accompany A'am because I still did not want to meet Junot.

"So you really don't want to come?" again A'am asked.

"I can't. Ntar afternoon there's less piano trus tomorrow choir rehearsal," I reminded A'am.

"Oh yes."

"If I'm late for school, Mama can say something." I told A'am about my life that Mama always arranged and restricted. Also about my writing hobby that my mom is against.

"Basketball practice, choir practice, choir race?" a'am's eyes bulged, aware of his many activities.

"Chorus training, choir competitions, novel writing competitions, less piano" I was talking about A'am. I also know how busy I am right now. I never did anything like that in Jakarta. Hmmmm... Semarang has changed me. All because of A'am and Trian.

"Support me, yes!"

"A million percent I support. O yes, if you need an idea for a novel, A'am kangmas have a myriad. Can be divided," said A'am silly. And we were joking like always until we realized I hit someone.

"Ups... Sorry." which."

"Oh my goodness, if you go be careful dong!" The girl glared at me a little. He should be angry because the tea bottle he was holding spilled slightly into his hand because I hit it earlier.

"Sorry Flowers, not flowers. Ojo nesu tho," A'am joked to the girl, who I thought was beautiful. Beautiful as royal princesses.

"Well, Am, so don't keep going" replied the girl with a smile on A'am. But when it was about to go the chick frowned a little at me. Don't know why? Oh yeah, I know. Gossip must be the cause. And after he left, I asked A'am who he was.

"Name as Flower."

Ohhh. This is tho whose name is Flowers. I've heard that there's an IPS I class kid named Bunga and he's Fadly's ex. But according to rumors they broke up because of Yola. This one is the guy. It's perfectly in my opinion that same Fadly.

"Had once dated Fadly and kept breaking up. Did you ever hear that rumor?" A'am asked back.

"Thou. tau... Heina told me." I'm nodding.

"So you go home with Ali, right?" I nodded back. And then I parted ways with A'am heading for the basketball court.

"Lala!"

The deg! My heart would hear that voice. I looked up and found a face that a few days ago made my heart always pounding and my lips were always smiling. But in an instant turned the beatings into wounds and smiles into tears. Wowww... heartbroken people can be so poetic, huh? Like I am now. Oh yes, these words I should take a good note of for the poetry in my novel. Got one idea! Greaty!

"Yes" I replied with ogah-ogahan. But I cannot deny, this heart is pounding faster and faster.

"Still angry with me?"

"No. I'm not angry. There is only duty for you. You better explain to everyone if we're not dating. Because I've been asked questions constantly. That's it!"

I left Junot. Wow.... Why can I surf by the way? Is it because of the power of love? Huuuueekkkk! I smiled to myself, praising what I had just done. Yup! Good Lala!

***

"Lala...!" Mama came into my room and she seemed to be very angry. I know what's going on. And I'm ready to take Mama's anger.

"Why did you say to Mas Seno that today there is a family event!"

Huhhh! Why also he asked Mama everything. Who does he think he is? I was upset with Mas Seno, my private teacher. I did SMS him earlier, saying that at home there was a family event so the tutoring was closed. It's true I lied because I had a lot of ideas to pour. I don't want those ideas to just disappear. Delivery deadline is one month away. I really need to make the most of my time. And now that Beethoven's messing with the atmosphere.

"Sorry Mam's. There are many school assignments. Trus had choir rehearsal, so no less," I lied while trying to cover my laptop screen from Mama's sight. But Mama's instincts are sharp, I hold my breath while praying in my heart.

Mama's coming towards me. His eyes were fixed on a piece of newspaper that lay him on a study table.

"What's this?" Mama cringed and then read it.

"What's the novel?" Mama looked at me with a dislike look.

"Mam.." I tried to explain.

"You're in this race? So you lied to Mama? What schoolwork?" Mom looked at my laptop screen. I can't dodge anymore.

"Mama can't believe it, La. You lied to Mama, and Mas Seno just because of this?"

I don't like the words of my mother. Why did you never appreciate what I did? Is writing not a good hobby? Mama should have read that now many novelists are still teenagers. That's an accomplishment. Why didn't Mom ever understand, anyway.

"Mam, once again Lala says that this is Lala's hobby. It's Lala's favorite. Lala will do whatever Lala thinks is good, Nulis is not a crime, right Mam? Lala doesn't use drugs. Lala does not participate in free association. It's just a nulis, Mam. Just a hobby that makes Lala seneng if Lala lalain."

"Listen Lala. Children your age where there is work pondering in front of the computer for hours, looking for inspiration, confining themselves like people who do not know the outside world. You're like an old man, your age should be energetic, vibrant, not even like one who's lost hope."

Tuh right, Mama really misjudged, Precisely Mama who is not slang. If you are a writer, you have to go up the mountain and fast forty days and forty nights just to get an idea. What a weird mom! Did Mama see all this time by following everything she wanted me to look like an energetic teenager? Precisely because of the prohibitions of Mama that makes me not slang and timid.

"Mam, currently Lala likes to write so please dong, this once only support Lala. Lala will show Mama that Mama will be proud of Lala's hobby," I said begging Mama.

"But Mama doesn't like you lying. Look Lala, Mama doesn't like that. Mama wonder why after here you become a dissident and difficult to manage."

Mama looks very angry. And without guessing, Mama grabbed my laptop. And all...lost! I tried my hardest to hold back my tears that were about to break, and after Mama came out, broke down too.

"Mama Jaaahhhaatttt!!!" my screams.