AN ATHAYA?

28-Ivana Pain

Today Athaya departed rather hastily, the article today he woke up late because last night he slept rather late.

His breath gasping for breath when he managed to enter the classroom, he did not even have breakfast, "tumben lo late," Arya greeted as Athaya had just sat on her stool.

"It's not too late, is it?" Athaya directs her eyes at the wall clock in class, before being slid back by Arya, "not yet, I almost mean,"

Arya rolled her head at the table, while Athaya leaned her back on the chair, her gaze combing through the entire classroom. He knitted his eyebrows when he didn't see Ivana there.

He stood up, approaching Mentari who was sitting alone in his wheelchair, "loh, Iva where is Tar?"

Dance turned her head, she closed the novel she had just read, "loh? you're not told? he's sick today, so don't come in,"

Athaya was a little lost before reaching into her pants pocket to check her phone, she sighed disappointed at seeing some messages and a miscall from Ivana.

"Oh yes, I'm told. Duh, I'm really, really," he patted the eel slowly

"Where are you going? not to read the message?"

"Gue kemaren malem play to Iqbal's house the same other cement, continue today I'm late until not sepet open hape," his explanation was rewarded with a small nod from Tari.

"What did he say to you?" ask Athaya afterwards.

"Not saying anything at all, just that he nitipin's license to me, he's feverish,"

Athaya suddenly thought of rain yesterday, maybe that's why he became this fever. Uh! he doesn't feel good looking after Ivana right now!

"Lo don't look at him?" ask Athaya.

"Gue's? I don't know" replied Tari.

"Who aren't you worried?"

"Yes worried. But, it's hard Ath"

Just like that, Athaya immediately realized, he immediately shut up. His finger moved to make a phone call with Iva. However, from the direction of the door it seemed like the lesson was about to start, he put his phone in and went to his own stool.

Maybe he'll call the girl later.

...--...

In his bed Ivana shivered, porridge given by her mother he did not touch at all—padahat had previously been offered all residents of the house to be bribed. However, whose name is sick he does not taste any cuisine.

He only took medicine from a doctor who obviously took the prescription after eating, but the stupid period for him, most later in the afternoon also healed.

Athaya did not reply to the message she sent from this morning, there was no sign of her being active from last night, where was the boy?

He re-opened the phone, looking for contacts he could ask about Athaya's whereabouts.

Iqbal

^^^Bal^^

^^^Or Athaya where not?^^^

He kept his cell phone back, the cold was piercing to the bone, Ivana was more sick, last night he moaned sleep, making both parents confused.

"At first there's a lesson?" ask himself, he again took a cell phone, contact whom else is up, the important news can be from Athaya.

"Ivana, don't keep playing hape," Risa with an inexhaustible face stared intently at her son.

"Iva didn't play hape mah" Iva replied and put her phone back.

"Not playing hape? yet what? this is what makes your immune system not strong. Keep on playing,"

"Well, ma, just keep being wronged,"

"Don't you yes, Va. Not healed you if not rest but even keep on,"

Risa enters Iva's room with a glass of warm tea. The middle-aged woman let out an annoyed breath when she saw the bowl filled with porridge that had not been touched at all.

"Oh my goodness, Ivana. From that porridge did you not eat?"

"No lust, my mom ate there,"

"Well? so you haven't taken your medicine?"

"Udah, I haven't eaten yet,"

"Where can Ivana, her doctor's prescription should eat before taking the medicine,"

Ivana did not respond, she closed her eyes pretending to sleep, Risa rolled her eyes, then walked away from Iva's bed, while waiting for her to accidentally open her eyes.

Iva who was like knowing her mother left, slowly opened her eyes. However, his battle was known to the mother who was still standing there.

"Good, did you do your acting?"

"Udah is ma." answered Iva lethargic.

"Come Mama's bribe, this same herbal tea you drink huh? let the spit heal,"

"Not a hook?" Iva dodged as the mouthful of porridge approached towards her mouth.

"They? don't joke, let's open his mouth, eat." he resignedly opened his mouth and chewed slowly, two mouthfuls after he took tea—want to drink.

"Geek!" Risa was surprised, "what's up?" Iva kept the tea out of her mouth, "so bad ma, is this tea or bitter melon?"

"That makes endurance strong, Va. Let you get well,"

"One more time come on,"

"Udaaah, ntar again"

"Ivana agnesia–"

From the bottom, there was the sound of a bell ringing, Risa's domestic assistant also had a need outside the house earlier, it seemed like god was siding with Ivana now.

"There's a guest mah" said Iva.

"Yes, did you eat again? mama went down for a while, "Ivana just nodded, when her mother came out she immediately opened her phone, apparently there was a reply from Iqbal.

Iqbal

I saw him go in, just a little late

^^^Can I be late?^^^

Almost late, yesterday playing to my house until late, maybe because of that

^^^Oh thanks bal, info^^^

It's ok, btw lo dmn?

^^^Gue is sick, today is not in^^^

What pain? not bad, right?

^^^^ Not just an ordinary fever^^

Yes GWS? eat a lot

^^^Makasih bal^^^

Iqbal felt a pounding heart mixed with anxiety, Iva said that he was sick, but instead he was looking for Athaya's whereabouts.

The 2nd hour passed, there was an announcement from the OSIS builder to immediately gather all the OSIS members in the OSIS room now, and he was now waiting for Vino who was doing activities in the bathroom.

"A long time, Vin? how'd you do?" Iqbal somewhat squealed from outside the toilet because of the long wait for the ketos who he said was kebellet it.

"Patience, Sep. I'm pulling,"

"Gee! spout!" Iqbal replied indignantly, 5 minutes after Vino came out accompanied by the aroma of ammonia acid.

"The ant! it stinks" Iqbal covered his mouth with the top of his uniform.

"Thankful lo! still smelling, it means you're still alive" Iqbal clucked as Vino tidied his hair for a bit.

"Udah yok, lama lo," Iqbal glared at him who said like that, he was waiting for Vino, even so he was the one who was waiting. Damnit damnit!

"Ivana is sick tau," as Iqbal steps down the stairs telling Vino about the news, Vino knitted his brows, "oh huh? means he's not in dong today?"

"Don't get in him" he replied.

"Do you know what?"

"Yes, he chatted me,"

"Well, Sep vows, you need to be suspected,"

"What's that?"

"Yes, you're not her nothing, you're actually chatting lo anyway, not Athaya?" Vino looked suspiciously at Iqbal who was immediately rewarded with a slap in the face of the man.

"Yes what's wrong? besides maybe Iva has already chatted Athaya but not bales, I just saw he was almost late, not as easy to open as possible,"

When he reached the ground floor, it seemed that Vino knew a new fact, he stopped Iqbal's movements, his eyes looked straight ahead and how surprised he was when he saw that.

"What the hell is it?" Iqbal protested because his shirt was damaged by Vino, "gue knows a new fact" continued Vino.

"What?" Vino answered Iqbal's question by pointing using his chin.

There Iqbal was silent too. Clearly seeing, Mentari and Athaya who were hugging there— beside the laboratory room.

"The vin? it's not Ath–'s Dance"

"Athaya, Sep." Vino continued Iqbal's statement. There, Athaya hugged Tari who was standing from her wheelchair.

Her gaze fused together, Dari drowning in Athaya's brown eyes, which Athaya did not realize, she also did the same.

The sound of a microphone from inside the school was heard calling Vino and Iqbal the chairman and vice chairman of OSIS, making all four aware.

Vino and Iqbal pondered for a moment before walking briskly towards the OSIS room, as only the two of them had yet to come.

While Athaya and Tari apologized to each other, Tari had wanted to improve his sitting position, but even less balance until Athaya who had helped push his wheelchair affected.

"Sori, Ath. Oh my god, very sad,"

"Yes, yes, that's okay" after the incident, awkwardly shrouding them in the laboratory room. Athaya just wishes no one had seen that.

However, without him realizing from a direction far enough away, someone managed to take their photo, he smiled slanted—satisfied with what he just obtained.

"Good."

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