AN ATHAYA?

42-After the Event

Damar who just entered the class immediately tendered himself to Don Don Don's body, making the person squint his eyes— early in the morning already lemes.

"Gue chat Vino yesterday but no balesan how?" damar lethargic.

"Yes, you don't know if he's thinking anything funny again" replied Don Don.

"Gue actually wanted to connect the sky, but I was afraid," Damar closed his eyes slowly.

"Why are you afraid to try?" Damar who was originally tendering straight up his back heard Don Don's statement.

"Lo not surprised to see him so yesterday? sky Vows are so different**, why did he suddenly think like it was trying? he is not the Sky we know," Damar told a reassuring tone.

"Yes too, I was horrified he wanted to be dropped out of school?" Don Don said lethargic.

"Honestly, Dam. I yesterday chatted him, but not dales same him, I'm really surprised his attitude so to the cave, even though I have nothing to do with this problem right?" Don Don glanced at Damar.

"He's having trouble with Athaya. It turns out that he has a blood relationship with the sky," said Damar

"Gue is not sure what the problem is in detail. But, I'm sure there must be a bright spot,"

"How did we meet them? starting with Vino,"

Don Don stared unconvincedly at Damar, his heart churning, why should there be such a matter that made them move away from each other for no apparent reason?

...--...

"The casino?"

Vino who was walking with Arini was shocked by the voice of a woman, that person was Anggi—ibu Iqbal.

"Angi Aunt? how's aunt?" greeting Vino back.

"Good aunt, who's this so pretty?" Anggi smiled at Arini, the girl greeted Anggi like Vino, the girl gave a short nod and said thanks.

"Haha.sadly Vino aunty hehe.. Her name is Arini" Vino replied with a slight laugh, making Arini elbow Vino shy hand.

"What a beauty, I know my mother Iqbal, call aunty Anggi" she smiled again, she was very friendly to anyone.

"Iqbal how's aunt?" ask Vino carefully.

"She's suspended, this aunt wants to face the principal first, hopefully all right?" anggi replied calmly.

"Yes aunty, hopefully yes," Arini answered subtly. After that, they decided to go to class.

"See what ma?" from behind Vito said that Anggi was staring at the departure of Vino and Arini.

"Why didn't Iqbal take his girlfriend home?" Vito laughed briefly, "your son is a big prestige, just like you haha..."

Anggi tore apart before leaving Vito towards the principal's room with a small laugh.

After arriving in front of Arini's class, Vino paused for a moment to comb Arini's hair, the girl somewhat glared in embarrassment at the other students.

"What the hell is Vin, embarrassed," he said.

"Hehe. be careful in class," replied Vino, "okay, you are also careful in class," Arini replied.

"Ready, I will always be careful princess, there gih enter the class,"

Arini waved her hand as she moved her legs away, as she reached the classroom, Vino heard the sound of steps.

He turned his head and found Athaya with the bag perched on his back, Athaya also kept silent as Vino looked at him sharply.

Somehow Vino now becomes uncomfortable with Athaya, he turns his eyes away, but his net accidentally finds the figure of Mentari sitting alone in his wheelchair.

The girl read the novel as usual, just like when she was still chasing him some time ago.

He stopped and quickly walked to his class alone.

The class was a bit crowded, Vino sat himself on the bench, today he was alone because Iqbal in time suspended, he suddenly thought to contact Iqbal—inquire news is possible.

From yesterday he had wanted to contact his friends one by one but in his heart there is still a sense of disappointment that peaked—so he was resistant.

"How are you doing Bal?" Vino sent a short chat to Iqbal. His heart was sad, not expecting something like this to happen.

If only all was well, maybe now he was sitting next to Iqbal and told a long story about his love affair with Arini, while Iqbal only discussed potluck, maybe just, "ohh...", or "hm,"

Ting!

Hearing the sound of the notification, Vino had hoped it was a reply from Iqbal. It was a message from Don Don.

"Later the first break to gather again in the usual place?"

Vino smiled faintly, he just remembered that he also had other friends, namely Damar and Don Don.

"OK, later the cave there," he replied briefly, after all they are Vino's friends.

...--...

Mentari was actually embarrassed, from earlier he just turned back the pages of his novel, when there was nothing he read.

From earlier the people in the class were busy questioning him about yesterday's events, as if the question from them did not hurt feelings.

"Tar?" the girl turned her head and found the figure of Athaya, she went back to reading the novel— does not care.

Athaya didn't lose his mind, he sat on Ivana's empty bench, "it's all my fault, Tar. The cave should be able to take care of my own problems, because I you're the victim instead,"

Dari did not answer, "sorry Tar, I promise I will completely eliminate this problem. I know you're traumatized, sorry?"

"But-"

"Go or I'm koar-koar to other friends if you also have something to do with this incident?" The sharp glancing dance that is able to make Athaya's guts shrivel.

He stood disappointed, then stepped his feet toward his own stool.

"Tomorrow the night I met at Jalan Remanggi, I want to talk to you four eyes, both alone,"

The words of Heaven last night clearly ringed in his head, he was impatient for what fact the boy would explain to him later that night.

...--...

A few years ago.

A car traveling at a moderate speed, was splitting the streets of the capital, at that time the age of Athaya had just stepped on one year, and they had just been a few days in Jakarta.

"Jakarta is crowded?" the young mother named Zahra sparkled her eyes seeing the light of the lights along the way. The atmosphere was crowded smoothly, Rahsya hardened the music in her car—enjoying the music.

"Mas, why didn't you ever say it was so beautiful? why don't we just move to Jakarta?"

"We wait for the right time, baby, besides if we can taste good three, there's me, you and our son Athaya," Rahsya stroked the head of the little Athaya who was asleep in the arms of her mother.

"We're really no brothers here" Zahra glanced at Rahsya.

The man shook his head, "I don't have anyone in Jakarta. So, really, right? yesterday if we were here after marriage, what if I was late? you can be alone there is no victory" Rahsya replied.

"Ohh..so that's the reason?"

"Yes dong,"

The silver car is still running. Zahra from a few minutes ago also looks asleep, Rahsya shrinks the volume of the music, so they are not too noisy.

However, it did not take long, Rahsya straightened her back when she saw from behind there was a group of people chasing after her with their respective motorcycles.

Rahsya panicked, she pressed her car, she panicked. His car accidentally entered a direction that he himself did not know where.

He had not been here for a long time, some he had forgotten the route, but he was still convinced that this route was the right way to the crowd again.

"Let's down!"

Rahsya's car was thrown by a large wooden block from the side to make Zahra and her son wake up.

"What's wrong?"

"The thugs are chasing us" Rahsya said with a trembling tone.

"Mas I'm afraid," Zahra glanced in fear as she hugged Athaya tightly. Rahsya did not answer she tried to focus on the streets in front of her.

However, it was not that easy for him to escape. A group of motorists forcefully stopped the car Riding Rahsya, they forced Rahsya to come down.

"Down you Rahsya! or we'll burn your car with you and your wife's child!"

Screeches from outside made Rahsya tremble, she did not want her family affected.

"Don't go out mas.." Zahra's crying was unstoppable, she held her husband's hand so as not to listen to them.

"We'll completely burn this car if you don't get out of Rahsya! remember your promises and your vows!" scream at one of the groups.

"I have to get out, baby,"

"Don't!"

Rahsya ventured to get out of the car, however the sins of her past should she fulfill—at least not now.

"Wait for you, we can talk carefully," Rahsya tried to bargain.

"You've gone too far, we and the boss don't need those promises anymore. Hit him!"

The party beat Rahsya blindly, his wife cried for help there, although surely no one would hear.

The child in his carrier was crying too, Zahra cried out in fear, there—in the middle of the gathering her husband was no longer visible, she said, until he drowned himself when he saw a block of wood bouncing away with blood stains that are a lot there.

"Mas Rahsya!" He sought help by clawing the car over and over again—hope anyone heard.

"Mas Rahsya." he grew sobbing when his net saw Rahsya's body lying horribly on the street with severe injuries.

Even he tried to get out of the car, but he paused because now Athaya is in his arms, lest he also be exposed to the tantrum.

One of the men approached Zahra's car, and the woman locked it, dialed the emergency number immediately, praying that she and her son would be okay.

"Open door! or want me to break this!" he screamed from outside. Zahra cried as she kept calling the number.

And it ended a few minutes he was locked there before the police came ambushing, the group managed to escape and in pursuit of the police, they went into the forest somewhere.

And Rahsya, he's dead. Leaving his wife and son alone, the motive for this gouging is not yet known. Over time lost in time, something Zahra remembered was only a screech from one of the troupe.

"Remember your promises and your vows!"

Zahra closed her husband's mini album slowly, again shedding tears.

"What promises and vows did you make?" lirih Zahra's.

...--...