Blessures Eternelles

Day as usual

After three days in the hospital. The son returned to his home. He was assisted by a private driver. Sometimes he laughed a little at his life. Almost like a perfect family, but no happiness. Sometimes a simple life is better. There is no life restraint.

"Let's den, I help," said Mr. Manto.

The son did not respond. Then pause for a moment. "Father go home first, I want to go to the house first." Mr. Manto, who has been given the mandate, does not want to violate the orders of the great lord.

"Sorry, you have to go home."

"So calm father. Let me be clear later the same father," said Putra. He just chose to run away. Without saying goodbye to Mr. Manto. Better to refresh his troubled mind.

"Gio, Gio, wonder I'm the same lo. Very cool to make his son a robot," sungututut. This time the son chose to go to the park near the lake. Usually in the afternoon gini must be cold. Keep walking towards the park. The lake is usually the place.

Mr. Manto is still silent. How he explained to Gio. He could have been fired. Mr. Manto who has been working for a long time, already knows the attitude of a Gio Pradanu. Mr. Manto can only move, he also feels

kasian to Putra, his only son from Pradanu group.

"Organ, aden. You understand but don't be like this."

****

Son was sitting on a bench by the lake. The guy stared blankly. Very empty of his life. It has been made a tool by the papah. She has always focused on her career. Right, drive him crazy slowly. Forced to be a superior child, and must not go down.

The son took a long breath. Then exhale. Sometimes it's so exhausting. Life is only the only child. Inside the house, there was only a maid who was at all times working. There was no joy in the house. Perhaps, it is not worth mentioning as a house.

"Dog, gini very lively," cried the Son. No matter someone heard it. After all, there must be no one there at this hour. It has been confirmed because the clock also, already shows the afternoon leading up to night.

The air there is so cold. With the wind blowing, the white face of the Son. He closed his eyes, breathing the wind. He's been there long enough. The son chose to leave from there.

If it continues to linger, it must be the papa driver. Do not hesitate to scold Mr. Manto. Just wanted to turn his face. He slit his eyes. From a distance he stared, the face of someone familiar to him. He stared vaguely. Because it's a little far away.

The son ran towards that person. "WOY STOP BASTARD," he shouted. The people who were there looked at him.

A bunch of guys were staring, intimidating. Sure enough, the girl who used to help him was almost harassed. The group of men stared lightly at the Son. Of course, if 1 person against 5 people, would definitely Putra lose. The man's face flushed red, restraining his anger.

One of the men walked towards the Son. Like like a friend. The son who saw the man's behavior was just grieving. "You want to be a hero to lo maghriban?," the man asked, dismissively. The boys friends laughed. Like a joke, the Son did not respond.

"Don't be a bastard, you are born from the womb of a woman—," said Putra, hanging his sentence.

"What if this time, your mother is in her position?" asked the Son. He pointed towards Vanya. What looks like his body is shaking. The girl's lips turned deathly pale. Resisting deep fear. Like someone who is afraid, will be beaten.

The guy's in bodo, on a silly question from the son. Before long the guy named, the Genus attacked the Son suddenly. The son who had not prepared, was hit. He fell into the small grass in the garden. The friend of Genus laughed, seeing from the defeat of the Son. "It has fallen" said Genus.

The son wakes up from the fall. The gaze of the son who had just been sad, became sharp. Like someone who would pounce on their prey. The son spit to the side. With the skills he had learned. Son hits Genus. Like the way Genus did it.

Bugh! Bugh!

Son hits Genus' face. Until Genus is overwhelmed from the Son's attack. Genus acknowledges that Putra is superior to him. Genus' friends witnessed the fight. Seeing his boss is battered. All of them attacked the Son. Now the Son is alone, trying to fight Genus with his friend. But for the Son it doesn't matter. Better to get himself back in the wound, than the girl he helped.

About 5 minutes of fighting. Precisely Genus gang has been run out bonyok, beaten by the Son. The exhausted genus told his gang to leave the place. The son who just got out of the hospital. Then it collapsed down. Vanya was so panicked, again, she saw the guy faint again.

"Oh, please don't faint. I was confused, " said Vanya, with a panicked expression.

The son opened his eyes again. His strength was exhausted enough, only against 5 people. Of course, Gio would scold him. This time what he thought was not that. "Lo gapapa right?" asked the Son.

"I'm gapapa."

Son nodded. Then get up, and sit down. This time there was only silence, not knowing what to chat about."If you know why you are here?—. Aren't you still in the hospital?" asked Vanya.

"Cave to, so come here," replied the Son. Vanya just nodded. Vanya holds the Son's hand. Trying to help the Son to stand up. The son was confused, then understood what the girl meant. He stood up, and the girl looked at him. Although the Son must bow, even lower.

"Oh yes, thank you." The son looked into the girl's eyes. Little chuckles. The girl scrunched her forehead in wonder.

"Together."

****

The son arrived in front of his house. Doubt to go inside. Gio would be furious with him. The son stepped slowly using his feet. Then the son opened the big door of his house. Sure enough Gio was already waiting for him in the living room.

Gio sat down with his legs crossed. With black pants, as well as a suit that he wears. Gio stared intently at his only child. "Where have you been?" asked Gio, in a cold tone. The son just looked at Gio, then stepped his foot in front of Gio.

"Out of the garden" replied the Son casually.

Gio stared intimidatingly. "You know, you just got well. And just hang around" said Gio. He moved from his seat, and stared at the Son.

"Well, yeah, I'm tired of going to bed." The son moved his feet towards the room. Gio was still silent, staring at his son. Although Gio is hard on educating his son. However, Gio still had a conscience. After the Son was still in his room. Gio again left the house, because the work almost piled up.

It's 10 o'clock by now. The departure of Gio who knows when to return home. And how, Dania who is constantly focused on her work. Forgetting the little baby that used to be, Dania is very loving. And when, the boy was already a teenager was forgotten just like that. It feels like life like this the Son has resigned. The son can only remember the events of the past year. When Dania, Gio took her to rides in Jakarta. Really, the Son missed it all.

"Mother, when is your father coming home?."

****

Cring.. Cring..

The alarm went off, but the girl still did not wake up from her sleep. Every now and then, Vanya squirms. He tried to get up from his bed. Time has shown 5 hours less 35 minutes, with a little tripping due to blankets. He tried to wake up again.

"Awsss," he moans.

Pacing back and forth, he picked up a towel. And out of the room, it turned out that the situation in the house was still so quiet, almost every day. Tama who just came out of the room, prepared to leave for the office with the mama. Tama glanced at her daughter. Then move quickly, in a hurry.

Tama didn't say a bit, good morning to him. Not long after by the mother. Zella just smiled at him. Then leave just like that, without walking towards him. However, for Vanya it is commonplace. It has been a few years like that, so there is nothing to worry about.

Although it feels tight in his chest cavity. All he could do, was smile. It's okay, maybe this past year and now Della is busy. No problem for Vanya. Maybe, and maybe for his body it doesn't matter, but not with his heart.

This time Vanya chose to go take a shower. Because there are enough holidays. Although it has been told that, must bring parents to take the Report no problem maybe next time. The mother and father can take the report.

Vanya rushed to the bathroom.

Bi Wini had already prepared breakfast for him. Vanya could only see bi Wini who was busy doing her work. Vanya also went into the bathroom. After a few minutes of shower, he came out of the bathroom. His body shivered slightly due to the cold water.

Vanya chose to go in to get ready. Only after this did he have breakfast. As usual, when you are ready. He also had breakfast first. Then bring bread in his lunch box. Helped bi Wini who smeared bread using chocolate flavored jam. Bi Wini closed her lunchbox.

After that Vanya walked towards the exit of the house. Grab who he ordered has arrived. Every day he goes by Grab. No more vehicles in the house. There's only one car Tama's got. And one motor in the garage. That too he cannot use it. Because Tama never taught him.

"Let's go, sir" said Vanya.

Then on the way he focused on his phone. Because as usual, the group was already full of conversations of his friends. What's more, every division of Raport must be himself who is an easy target to gossip. From the 10th grade, he became a conversation because he always took Raport himself without being accompanied by his papa mamah.

****

Ten minutes on the way to school. Finally he reached the gate. He paid with cash. Last night his payday, enough in a month enough for his daily money to pay Grab.

She hesitated to enter the school. What else to meet his classmate. Vanya had already informed Syabila to come to her school. But the reply from Syabila was enough to make his heart crumble into pieces.

"If my grandmother had given me," he said bitterly.

From his daydreams, someone cloned him a little while ago. And Vanya regained his senses, as the driver pressed the horn back. "Sorry, sorry."

The motorist ignored Vanya. And he just went in. Vanya sighed "Hufft."

Then he went into school. His feet stepped into the school corridor. There are enough students on the school terrace. Now he is in front of his class. His feet were heavy to step into class.

Before he came, he must have been gossiping about himself. No wonder it became a classmate's conversation.

Vanya came in, and then put her bag on the chair. He chose to go out, rather than his ears were hot.

"O Allah, when will they not speak to me again" he murmured. He walked towards the back garden of the school. He ran, arriving at the back garden he sat there. The sunlight was covered because of the large tree there.

"When are you busy?. I need a few hours to get you guys to take my Rapt. But why are you so difficult?" he said monologue himself. In a large tree, he was leaning against a tree trunk. It's really cool, is it still morning.

Soon the son sat next to him. Both were shocked. This time the two met again. I don't know what scenario God made. How many times have he met. "What are you doing here?" asked Vanya.

"Who's doing it here?."

"I went to school here. It's so weird of you," he said. The son rounded his eyes. Because the girl before him seemed to have a double personality. Sometimes soft, and sometimes a little fierce.

"Gue know, but how did I just know you were in school here."

"I also just found out if you go to school here" he replied.

"What grade is it?."

"I'm a kid Ips 3." Son nodded. It's just nice not to see that girl at school. "You too?" asked Vanya.

"Gue Ips is superior."

Vanya was surprised, then nodded. "Just a word." Then Vanya chuckled and stared blankly ahead. At first he looked at the Son.

"Why is it here?" asked the Son.