CAMELLIAS

episode 1

"Kara, this is Alfaro. He will be your new teacher, my successor." Said Aunt Rosaline, once finished teaching tutoring as usual. 

Scroll a glimpse of the tall man in black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He looks very young, maybe his age will not be too much different from mine. 

"Alfaro." He said, introducing himself.

"Kara." I answered, returning his handshake.

I was still staring confusedly at Aunt Rosaline. As if realizing my gaze, Aunt Rosaline smiled and stroked my arm. 

" Faro, his son is smart. He'll replace auntie, you don't need to worry aunt has known him well for a long time." 

I looked back at Faro, his face flat with no expression. It looked stiff, even its sharp gaze seemed less friendly.

"Why sudden?" I turned to look at Aunt Rosalin

"Tante has been saying this since last week. Aunty has to go home to Bandung, aunty sodara is sick hard." 

I actually knew Aunt Rosaline would resign, but I didn't expect it to be this fast. Even at the beginning I thought my new guidance teacher was a woman, as aunt Rosaline. But even young men are almost my age.

Me and Aunt Rosaline have known each other for a long time, even I still remember the first time she became my guidance teacher since I was in fourth grade Elementary and can survive until now I am in third grade High School.

It would be strange if now the position of Aunt Rosaline replaced by a new figure that I do not know at all. I know before introducing Faro to me, Aunt Rosaline first introduced him to Dad, as if to believe in the person who was chosen by Aunt Rosaline, I immediately agreed and allowed Faro to be his successor.

One week passed after Aunt Rosaline resigned, every time Faro came home on time. There was no talk during my studies and I was lazy to talk to him. He would only answer yes and no, every time I asked outside of the subject. Faro was very efficient in speaking even I once tried to pretend not to understand the material he gave, and he would swiftly speak at length and quickly explain as much detail as possible. It was so funny, it made me smile incessantly throughout the lesson.

"How is your new teacher?" Dad came by, stroked my hair and sat at the dinner table together. Breakfast together becomes a mandatory agenda every morning, before starting each activity.

"Good, Dad." Father nodded faintly, sipping his black coffee.

"Seat the breakfast, and then I'll drive you to school,"

"Yes," I finished the peanut butter sandwich and one glass of warm chocolate milk. Then rushed to catch up with Dad who had already walked to the car. 

"Mom's not home yet, is she?" 

"Not yet." At a glance Dad glanced at me, dividing his focus with the slightly jammed streets. 

"Why? Kangen Mother?" I shook my head faintly, it was too much if I said that. In fact since childhood I was more often spend time with a caregiver or household assistant, Mother rarely accompany me even though just to see the stage of art or my school grades. 

Mothers spend more time outside the home, in the office or even abroad. Mom and Dad both became chief directors at different big companies. I have never lacked the materials all my needs were facilitated so well. But that's not what I need, I really miss the warmth of a family that I haven't felt since childhood. They are too busy with their respective affairs, even I had time to ask how I could be present between the two of them, while Father and Mother rarely spend time together. 

They were both busy, but Dad still often took his free time to take me to school. I was closer to Dad, I felt like Dad wanted me more than Mom.

"A diligent school yes, noon will be picked up by Rahmat." Dad kissed me on the forehead, before I got off at the school gate. Slowly Dad's car drove away from school, until it was no longer visible behind the bend of the road. 

"Karaaa," Shouted someone . I looked over to find Nadira running over to me. 

Nadira was the only friend I had, I've known him since Junior High, when Dad took me to Om Dito's corporate birthday party, Nadira's father. And since then I became close to Nadira, because it happened after entering our High School the same school, before his Nadira school in Surabaya in the hometown of his mother, Aunt Marva. 

Finding friends in a school environment like this is very difficult, most of them are just friends because their parents are business partners or they will only claim to be friends if there is a need. But unlike Nadira, he's an exception from the people I was referring to. 

"Breakfast yo, see I brought your favorite fried rice." Nadira said, showing the contents of his bag containing a pink box containing fried rice. 

"Gue's had breakfast, Nad."

"Well..." Nadira put on a disappointed face, puffing her cheeks.

"Eh look, "Nadira suddenly stopped her steps, made me stop.

" Why the hell, stop suddenly rich angkot aja." Mumbles.

"Look at Ayu, at her new boyfriend's anterin." I glanced in the direction Nadira meant. Ayu, the most beautiful student in the school, descends from a bright red luxury car. That is not a new thing that needs to be overreacted, because this one school also knows who Ayu and the man who brought the sports car. 

I miss leaving Nadira who is still loyal to pay attention to the two lovebirds. 

"Ih, wait for me, you ko just go that way." Naria grumbled, running to compensate for my footsteps. 

"Well, did you see people dating?" 

"Lo belom ever dating anyway, so you don't know the sensation in anterin school boyfriend is rich what." Nadira smiled mischievously at me. 

"And you know that Jupiter is the maximum handsome?" Further. 

I stared at Nadira. My friend is most enthusiastic about handsome men, of course handsome according to him. 

" You know Jupiter, don't tell me you don't know." Nadira still chattering until now we are the same in class. 

"Gue doesn't know." 

"Oath ?! Crazy lo . Time doesn't know. Have you ever been invited to a Jupiter-owned company event?"

I shrugged my shoulders, making Nadira even more anxious and I laughed seeing her upset. 

"Gue went to school to study, so I got really excited about it. Nadira I love,,,," I poked Nadira's chin. Teasing her is fun for me, because Nadira gets angry easily if I don't respond to her words.

"Ck, load really old school Kar, why you are hard to learn. You're rich, your bonyok company is everywhere, you may not be poor because of the value of your lesson is ugly." Nadira Decak.

"Gue just wants to be the proud son of Mom."

"And you don't care about that. Mending you enjoy your life like me." Nadira raises his eyebrows.

"If only I could." Oversimplifies