Alima Basis

The Anti Mainstream Girl

I'm home, Mom.

I miss putting my head on your lap

When the legs are no longer able to support my body that is almost submissive

Go home in peace, ma'am,

Pray that your child can slash anything that gets in the way.

In this house of life

You taught me how to be a real man

Not tired let alone heartbreak

You are a creation of God that cannot be compared to even the most beautiful woman in the world

Your voice message is sweetly stored in my mind

I won't let the wind take him away

***

The morning dew drips through the window of his room.

Woken up by the scorching sun while tasting warm her wet face from crying all night.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Facing the mirror, making sure that the world must do good to him.

After that, dress up.

"Excuse me Mas Adi, outside there is Mr. Helmy," said Mr. Grace, the caretaker of his late mother's house.

While tidying her hair. "You tell him, I'll see him in 5 minutes,"

5 Minutes passed.

Mr. Helmy almost got out of there because he's been waiting a long time. But eventually, Adi came to see him.

"No patience being a person. What do you want to come here? Is it not satisfied to insult my mother?"adi said.

"There's absolutely no intention to do anything bad to you, I just want you to be a good boy,"

Adi grinned. "Here you are, you don't have to beat around the bush anymore. Now obviously you mean to send me to Jakarta!"

"Dad asked you to help solve the case that ensnared your stepbrother, Darren!"

His heart is like a sharp knife. When I heard Darren.

He knew that his father had paid more attention to his half-sister than to him. But stupidly Adi always accept that reality.

Even up to this moment, the coveted affection from his father never made it into his life.

"You should ask this from the beginning. I agree or not." said Adi, "But to make amends to Mama Karmila, then I decided to agree on the condition, no one would interfere in my affairs!"

Mr. Helmy nodded with a deep smile.

****

Alima was ready to go to the Metro Police of South Jakarta, but his steps stopped when his senior at his place of work, was standing in front of the door with a wrinkled face.

"Morning, Brother Chaterine!"greet Alima with a smile, then she blocked her path.

"Sorry, is there anything to talk to me about?"ask Alima.

The maroon-colored folding hand fan unfurled it right in front of Alima's face.

While channeling a gust of wind on his shoulder-length hair.

"About you were chosen by Major Samy to take part in dealing with the drug case, you forgot to apply courtesy in this office!"cetus Chaterine's.

"What do you mean? I really don't know what Chaterine is!"

His mouth was wide open. "From today onwards, it is mandatory that you ask me for permission, either to go to see a client or to go home!"

"Can't do that kak dong, previously there was no gini-rich rule, right?"alima.

The folding fan is back stretched. "Whatever, if you still want to be here longer!"

Chaterine leaves from before him, while he hurriedly goes out looking for a vehicle to take him to the police station.

On the side of the road, Alima waited.

Suddenly a car stopped in front of him.

"Al, where are you going?"kiyara asked as she opened the car glass.

Alima has never told her about her relationship with Samy to Kiyara.

But now is not the right time to tell everything, because time is running. And he should get to the police as soon as possible.

"I happen to have an appointment with a client in the area, we're together!"

Alima turned her face for a moment.

Then he agreed to Kiyara's invitation.

Kiyara recalled Samy's remarks the other day, who was carrying out a stint at the Metro Police of South Jakarta.

He wishes to see her, but Alima forbids him.

"Before Al, meet Deket!"kiyara.

"Gue said no! He'll even disturb us with our presence!"

Alima asked Kiyara to leave immediately. After seeing his best friend's car had gone far enough, he rushed to the Police.

Samy stood up while glaring at the clock on his wrist.

"Yeah, we're starting now!"alima said making her eyes widen.

"Can you come on time next time?"

"Yes sorry. A few minutes late really, "letus Alima lightly.

Samy let out a heavy sigh, then took her to the holding cell.

Darren sat down while leaning his head against the wall which now hugged him in a hurry.

Alima looked at him more closely.

Slowly his head began to lift.

Alima sat down. "Hi! We'll see you again!"greet Alima.

Darren turned his body.

"I want to talk to you longer, can ya?"alima.

"I don't know you, and vice versa. What else is there to talk about?"darren.

"Okay, let's be friends. We should get to know each other. My name is Alima."

Darren turned his head quickly towards him, giving a slanted smile.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in talking to you!"

"Darren, at least you can respect him as someone much older than you!"samy approached him.

Alima grunting. "Nothing is better than the old word?"

"At least you appreciate him being more mature than you!"samy said, "Isn't that right?"

Alima forced a smile.

But Darren still doesn't care.

"What do you really want from me? Is that proof?"cetus Darren standing up.

"That's right! That's you understand, so we don't have to perform any more in front of you!"obviously Samy smiled.

Alima took a deep breath. "Please trust me, because with all my heart I will help you get out of here!"

Eventually Darren allows him to explore his thoughts

Samy hopes all this can go well without any more obstacles.

Darren started his story at Junior High.

His bad attitude did not unexpectedly dare to steal the heart of the innocent anti-Kasmaran girl in his class.

He always disturbed the calm of Amel, the anti-mainstream girl.

Until one day, Amel was pressed into a situation that made him become sticky with Darren.

Amel was always forced to stay home by his own father. That makes them more sensitive.

But with Darren in his life, everything changed.

Amel can share his happiness, his complaints, and also be himself.

Before time truly separated the two, Amel had to go out of town to continue his education in his mother's homeland.

While Darren, not yet able to be far apart.

"Thank you, you've been a good listener to me. Don't forget to send a letter!"amel said the day before graduation.

Don't wait, time goes on. But I'm afraid my way of thinking isn't in line with your wishes.

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