Chandanas

Kiwi (3)

Kiran bellowed while flexing her muscles as she felt small touches on her arms. He opened his eyes with difficulty when he found the figure of an adult woman who was standing in a half-down position on the right side of his bed.

"Mama?" Kiran blinked a few times and as her eyes had regained their focal point, Kiran jumped off the mattress and hugged her mother tightly.

"When did Mama come here?" Kiran buried her face on the Mother's shoulder. He did have time to go to Bandung some time ago, but it is still natural for a child to feel very longing for the mother he previously met every day is now no longer able to.

Liliana gently stroked her son's hair, "Every night. Mama was quite surprised to see you were asleep when Mama arrived when it was only 8 p.m. So Mama didn't wake you up and now Mama's cooking, so let's have breakfast and go to school."

Kiran took off her embrace, "Arda?"

Liliana shook her head slowly, "Your sister is not coming. Yes, even though he insisted because he wanted to see his brother's tournament but everywhere he still had to go to school. If you're competing on the weekend maybe Mama can take your sister."

Kiran sighed softly. Though he had imagined how happy Arda if he could see him compete. If that's what her mother's will is, then, so the only way to make Arda can watch the futsal match is to enter the final which will be enforced on the 7th day of the tournament or Sunday.

Before going downstairs for breakfast, Kiran tells her mother that she wants to take a bath first.

Kiran fell asleep faster last night due to fatigue because yesterday she had to do physical exercise all afternoon. During the tournament Kiran must always maintain her physical and nutritional health as she is the spearhead of the team. He must always take to the field in every game they will face considering there is no longer a striker that can be relied upon by a team other than himself.

On one hand Kiran felt grateful for being able to benefit others but on the other hand she also felt worried, afraid of not being able to give the best for everyone. Now all rely on him, hoping he is able to burn team spirit by throwing beautiful goals at the opposing goal. In addition to gratitude, Kiran also subconsciously felt a little pressure where she should always perform well because with just one mistake, she could harm all team members.

That's how teamwork works. One mistake happens, then all will be affected. Similarly if they are able to bring victory, one man scores a goal, then pride belongs together.

For Kiran who was almost always alone for a long time, being dependable and relying on others felt quite foreign to her. At first he was doubtful will he be able to establish good cooperation with his team-mates? Will he be able to rely on them as they rely on Kiran? The questions that originally haunted Kiran have now been answered along with the growing fraternity and teamwork.

Now Kiran could trust completely in the others. Now he can share the burden and allow others to fight with him without having to struggle and think alone. Kiran gradually understood the true meaning of friendship. That in a relationship between people, we do not always have to give, we also need to allow others to share.

After cleaning up and wearing a school uniform, Kiran walked down the stairs to the dining room. There had been sitting his father and mother who looked cool talking without touching their food at all. It seemed like they were indeed intending to wait for Kiran to be able to have breakfast together.

"Good morning, Pa, Ma," Kiran greeted her parents as she pulled one of the chairs and sat on it.

"Have you heard of a futsal tournament? Hows it? Is everything all right?" Pradipta folded the newspaper which had been close to ten minutes accompanying him at the dinner table.

Kiran picked up a loaf of bread and poured milk into the glass, "Current, Pa. Yesterday was the first game and we did. This morning we fought again and if we won, this afternoon we might compete again, "Kiran spread jam on his bread and then took a bite of the bread sheet enthusiastically.

"Why is the match system in such a hurry? Isn't one day two games too imposing?" Pradipta glanced at Kiran full of astonishment. He felt the tournament was too rushed to hold more than 40 matches in just one week.

"Kiran was also confused at first. But they have a good management system and staff. This is futsal, Pa. Game time isn't as long as football" Kiran tries to convince her father that there's nothing to worry about.

Pradipta glanced at his wife then sighed softly, "Well, well. If it takes anything just say it with Papa," said Pradipta after getting a glance full of meaning from the Wife.

That morning they talked lightly while occasionally discussing Kiran's daily life since she was left alone. Kiran also tells Liliana and Pradipta that Roka has made peace with her biological mother and decides to forget all their past disagreements. Although initially considering discussing the illness suffered by Roka's mother, Kiran canceled her intention because she felt she had no right to bring it up. Let both parents know this from the person who has the right to tell. After all, his parents were good friends with both of Roka's biological parents, so Kiran didn't think it would take long until the moment where both of his parents knew about this matter.

After finishing breakfast, Kiran rushed to school using a matic motorbike she had bought some time ago. Simple reason. Chandana is reluctant to ride a ninja motorcycle owned by Kiran because she feels uncomfortable with the position of passengers while riding the motorcycle, on the other hand Kiran also did not want to bring a car to school because she felt it would attract too much attention. So, Kiran decided to use her personal savings to buy a matic motorcycle so that she could piggyback on Chandana while not attracting the attention of many people by bringing a car to school.

Although this attitude had reaped blasphemy from Roka, in the end this remains a good solution to solve the vehicle problem.

Quietly, Kiran drove her motorcycle to school. Not like their first game, today he and his other teammates had to come to school first because their match would only be held at around 11 pm which means they had to go to school to join other students although still got the leeway to go home early.

Upon arrival at school, Kiran parked her motorcycle in one of the areas that she said was quite shady considering that during the day the weather would be quite blistering. After removing all driving attributes and picking up his futsal gear in the trunk of the motorbike, Kiran breezed into the school area.

Since the match two days ago, Kiran became increasingly known by students and school students even other school students though. It was evident from how the students whispered incoherently each time Kiran passed around them. I don't know what they're talking about, which definitely doesn't bother Kiran at all. He no longer cares what others talk about him, which he will certainly continue and always be himself no matter how much others expect him to be.

"Morning, Kiran!" Kiran was aghast when she heard the voice of a girl greeting her from behind.

Kiran turned her head and smiled when she found out that the girl was someone she knew, "Morning, Train."

"Today is it again?" Ratih asked while trying to line up Kiran's wide and long steps.

Realizing that Ratih had trouble keeping pace, Kiran decided to walk more slowly with a slightly shorter stride range, "Yes. It will be a bit of a mess."

Ratih smiled, his hair was bobbing in rhythm with his footsteps, "Honestly, you play a really cool game on the field. Of course with teamwork si yes, but seriously lo cool from far away. One field on the line squirming lo!"

Aside from Naya and Chandana, Kiran is only able to speak this normally to Ratih. He knew he did not deserve to be friends with Ratih after hurting the girl, but Kiran did not want to step away suddenly and hurt her even more. If only they met in a better way, Kiran would be happy to make friends with Ratih because she is an easygoing, funny, and smart girl. Talking with Ratih is a pretty comfortable thing to do because of the positive nature that Ratih transmit to everyone around him.

"Gue asked my friend from another school yesterday. Of the many schools that participated in this tournament, Balaraja High School is the most feared. 5 years in a row they won in this competition. I know they play hard too. If for example our futsal team met Balaraja's son, I hope you are careful and alert," Ratih narrowed his eyes. He is trying to warn Kiran because he heard the news that Balaraja's children often play rough and do not hesitate to target the spearhead of other schools.

Kiran smiled wryly, "Gue also had time to hear the news of the birds about them anyway. But thank you for ngingetin. I'll be ready if it's tight against their opponents!"

Ratih patting while fixing the position of his tote bag, "If so I first yes. My class is ahead of this," Ratih pointed to one of the classrooms that was now only 10 meters ahead of them.

Kiran nodded and smiled, "Bye" and continued on to class.

It seems that the short conversation of Ratih and Kiran has attracted the attention of many eyes so that some students who saw the incident also hurriedly immortalized it in a photo portrait. Anyone who looks at the two will probably think the same, they are a suitable and ideal partner. Train the cheerful Beauty and the cold and handsome Kiran.

Unfortunately, not many know that Kiran has harbored her heart to another girl, to the girl who has returned another smile in her life. If only people understood that, then that unpleasant incident would never have happened. The incident where the gossip of the togetherness of Ratih and Kiran will air and cause some anxiety in Chandana's heart.

But before the gossip was spoken aloud to everyone the next day, this morning everything was still fine. From where he is now chatting with some of his classmates, Kiran still continues to steal glances to the second floor where Chandana class is located.

That day he and his friends discussed many things including one of them was the togetherness of Roka and Naya. Almost all of their classmates were surprised to hear Roka's confession considering the two who always insulted and hated each other all this time. At that time they all admitted that hate to be love is true.

On the other hand, some of Kiran's classmates also tried to pry about Kiran and Chandana together. They wanted to hear directly from Kiran how she could be with the girl as she herself was always reluctant to talk to any girl during this time.

"No ah," is the only thing Kiran says whenever her friends force her to tell her everything.

Roka and Bagas who were also in the crowd also tried to pomp his friends by saying that Kiran was quite terrible while being bucin.

"No ngaca ya lo on. I want to go to the bus first ah," Kiran shook her head slowly while moving from her place. It feels no longer resistant to hear the temptation of his friends who are increasingly annoying to be heard.

"Well... Ran...," some of them look disappointed because they feel they have not gotten what they want to hear.

Kiran just slicked her shoulders as she walked slowly towards the library. As the principal said at the ceremony, in the first few days of school the school hours were still not intensively valid so many of the students had no lessons at all during these two days.

Because I don't know where else to go, Kiran decided to head to the library because the quiet place would definitely be much better than being with her friends and hearing all sorts of temptations they were throwing. To be honest, instead of angering her, it made Kiran feel ashamed of herself. He never thought that he would be in a position where it would be tempting by many people regarding women's problems.

Kiran sighed while pushing the library door. He stepped in calmly and breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the library look more quiet than usual.

Without hesitation, Kiran walked towards the history bookshelves located in the third row from behind. He scoured carefully the pile of books that were a bit dusty, trying to find new reading that might be able to drive away his saturation for some time. Kiran had just wanted to pull out a book from the shelf when she heard a thud, the sound of falling objects.

*Gedebuck..*

With hesitation, Kiran walked towards the source of the sound that seemed to be coming from the shelf that was behind her. Kiran peered behind the shelf when she found a girl looking down while picking up two books she dropped.

Kiran was still looking at the girl as she looked up in a calm and graceful motion. Showing her beautiful and white face in the dim and dim light of the library.

"Mhandana?" Kiran walked over, making the girl she called turn her head and look at her with a somewhat surprised expression.

"Hi," he smiled as he carried two thick books in his arms with great difficulty.

Kiran approached and grabbed the two thick books that Chandana was carrying with great difficulty, "Wow. It was heavy, "Kiran smiled clumsily upon realizing how heavy the two books were.

"Let me bring my own," Chandana smiled, trying to reclaim the book.

Kiran avoided later saying, "You want to be flanked by her books?"

Chandana let out a light sigh, "You're being put back in place."

"Let me just?" Kiran looked at Chandana with a gentle gaze filled with attention.

Chandana turned her face and said, "Go ahead."

For a moment Kiran was silent for a moment, not knowing what she was thinking, but she suddenly said, "Do you love me Chandana?"