Because Apples

Get acquainted first

A tired sigh was heard from a room this morning.

The voice came from a young man who woke up from sleep. Either suddenly a sense of annoyance had filled his soul.

Muhammad Adam al-Ghifari, the name of the young man. An orphaned teenager living alone in an apartment.

Actually, it can't be said apartment. Only the old building is fortunately still standing and livable. In fact, you could say only one level above the hamlet and dozens of levels below the apartment in general.

Only a room is further divided into several smaller rooms. One room, living room which also serves as a family room and dining room while relaxing, kitchenette, and bathroom. Oh, and also a balcony measuring 1.5x1 meters.

Back to Adam. He was a student at one of the private High Schools. Only four months occupied his current residence, and only a month held the status of an upper middle student.

Adam was a big orphan in an orphanage. Don't know who her real parents are. He said he's been in the parlor since he was ten days old.

He never knew its origin. Adam doesn't want to know about it. It had long forgotten the desire to find out about the old man.

Just the name her parents left her. Also a necklace with a pendulum a sapphire-shaped prism.

Living in a parlor with other children, who fared just like him. Until decided to run away only a week after graduating from Elementary School.

It is not easy to live alone in this city. Especially for a child who has nothing but a bag of clothes. Life was loose on the streets Adam lived for almost a month.

Before finally meeting with Abdullah and Eka, a couple who then invited him to live together. The four of them with their daughter, Fitriani, occupied a simple hamlet for one year.

Then Adam chose to live alone, even though he was still in the same building. Different units only.

He also tried to find a job to make ends meet. Not many are willing to accept Junior High to work at that time. Just a rough job as a food deliveryman with a salary of 400 thousand per month.

Obviously not enough.

Pay rent, school SPP, for meals, and more. Adam still had to work as a dishwasher in a restaurant to patch the shortage.

Abdullah has repeatedly forced her to stay with them again. But Adam refused many times. He did not want to trouble the person he already considered his family. Moreover, Fitri is still in college, which certainly requires a large fee.

Two years Adam pursued the job, until a few months ago graduated Junior High School.

He didn't think about going to high school, let alone private school. Adam preferred SMK, initially.

His wish failed to materialize because his older brother forced him to go to High School. The girl did not care about Adam's rejection. Until the young man got bored of himself and was forced to accept it.

A few months ago I moved here. Three weeks ago I got a new job because the old one was Adam leaving.

Till now.

Adam's bedroom door opens. Showing the owner's angry face. Walk to the kitchen, get a glass of water.

This is what Adam hated. Always wake up early in the morning when he has just a few hours of sleep. He just got home at 10 last night. That's not how much, he often just came home at 1 or 2 am.

Working as a waiter at a coffee shop with night sif makes him have to give up hours of sleep.

“ Really tired again, “

Adam's back. Two minutes later came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“ It's so cold! Goddamnit!! “ his murmur hugging his own body.

Changing clothes, praying at dawn, preparing a book, is the order of Adam doing his activities. Then go to school on foot.

Forget breakfast. It was a special thing that was almost impossible to happen.

“ Adam! “

The owner of the name turned his head, “ What, Ma'am? “

“ Have you had breakfast? “ Fitri steps closer to Adam.

“ Kayak Mbak don't know how I am. “

Fitri snorted, following Adam who had walked first.

“ You have to have breakfast! That's important, especially if you're still in school! “

“ You know the reason for me, right? “

“ Because of money? I told you, if you want breakfast or what, just come. Abi with Umi to maksa you. “

“ I say. “ replied Adam lazily.

That sentence annoyed Fitri. He considered Adam his younger brother. And Adam still reasoned.

“ Alah! Look, you have to eat breakfast every day! If you can't, come! La- “

“ Yes-yes, bring! “

“ Heh! Said his brother even in the words of bawel!! “ Fitri crab Adam's fat.

While the young man was satisfied.

“ Udah! The burrow in there! “

Adam relieved, “ Bye, my beautiful sister!! “

***

“ Dam, kuy canteen! “

Adam shook his head lazily in response to the invitation of Leon, one of his best friends. It's already hours of rest, there are only a few students left in the class.

“ I bought it! “

This time it was Affan's turn to say. But still, Adam flinched. Putting his head on the table. It was like it was just the wind then for him.

He would rather starve than spend money on breakfast. The price of food in the cafeteria was not too expensive, but still Adam did not want to go out of money for it. He rarely goes to the cafeteria to eat.

And suddenly his body was dragged off the table.

“ What the hell, Yan! “

Ryan pulled his best friend forcibly. He is familiar with the nature of Adam. Do not want to always be helped, even though in fact they do not mind at all.

“ Where are you? “ ask Leon.

Their orders came. Along with another young man who approached.

“ Anjirr, I'm left! “ Dika directly sitting next to Adam.

Plucked a meatball from his plate.

“ Rich people still please, “

Dika just chuckles. No matter the upset Adam. He was the only one with a different class.

They have been friends since Junior High. We know each other's families. I also know about Adam's background.

That's not a problem at all. The prestige? It has thrown away that feeling for a long time.

Adam's entry into this school made the four young men smile. They have not been separated since they knew each other. Although there are different beliefs.

Leon and Dika are Christians, while Adam, Ryan, and Affan are Muslims. They do not need an example for tolerance, because they themselves have done that for a long time.

“ Tumben lo silent, Fan. What's the problem this time? “ says Dika.

“ Lah, you don't know? “

Dika answered Adam's question. How big a problem his best friend this one to make him silent.

“ Affan was almost suspended for fighting with upperclassmen. “

“ Lose what won lo? “

Affan mendelik annoyed, “ Yes win it!! “

“ Where is the history of a Firza Affan ash-Shiddiq losing a fight?! “ reply Adam.

Leon and Ryan laughed lightly. They were witnesses at the time of the incident, until he was interrogated in the principal's room for half an hour.

“ Because of what? “

“ I'm logged. They don't accept me, keep going. “

“ Them? How many people? “ Dika getting curious.

“ Initially four people. But look at the two battered, the other on retreat. “ replied Ryan casually.

Dika nodded in understanding.

“ Lo still work in warkop? “

Adam nodded with his mouth busy chewing meatballs that had not run out, “ How to do again, “

“ Why not at the cafe? “

“ I also work at the cafe, “

Leon snorted, “ I mean your work in the cafe at the end of the day, so do not need until night. “

“ Less salary, Pung. Not enough to live if only one job. “ replied Adam tired.

The others simply quietly enjoyed eating, occasionally teasing the passing upperclassmen. Tired of telling Adam not to work too hard while they could help.

“ Make life less, still plus pay school. “

***

Like other schools, Arastamar also imposes building fees and such. This high school is only one small part of the Arastamar Foundation led by Deny Prasetyo.

A rich businessman with many companies. The husband of Vina Rosalina has extensive connections when talking about business. But this foundation is not one of them, but his dream from childhood to build his own school.

The foundation consists of primary to upper secondary schools, each of which is located differently.

It was like an ordinary High School. Which uses the nasinonal curriculum. Despite using the same curriculum, Arastamar does not use the Indonesian education system. Learning in this foundation uses the European education system. It even deliberately took some concepts from Finland and South Korea to apply here.

There is no PR, only 70% intensive learning and the rest is talent development. The material taught is also of South Korean European standard.

So it is not surprising that many of these school graduates are already experts in their fields.

This 42-year-old man still looks handsome with his suit. Sitting quietly in a chair with glasses perched on his nose seemed to make him look several years younger.

Today there is a schedule to visit the foundation. Regular visits as leader.

“ Login! “

The door of her room at Arastamar High School opens, featuring a teacher.

“ Sir, I brought the file you requested. “

“ Oh, put it there. Thank you, Mr Herman! “ reply Deny smile.

“ Yes, Sir. Then I go out first. Assalamualaikum! “

“ Yes, Wa’alaikumsalam. “

After the departure of the man who served as the principal, Deny began to read the archives he had just received.

Just an archive about the new school students this year. Read each student's name. And then stopped in one name. The man's eyes are puffed up.

“ Yes Allah!! “