CLASS IF
CHAPTER 17: A PLAN
What a shitty Monday.
That is what comes from the mind of a Ghea.
How not? Setra who constantly mocked him with his gaze made him uncomfortable. All because of that Saturday. An accidental date becomes a reunion. Huh dating? How can it be called a date if Dio even to this day, has not expressed love to her. Ghea had already forgotten how they could get close. He and Dio just flowed from the beginning of the third grade. I don't know, but when he's near Dio he feels safe and comfortable.
“Ghe ...,” Call Citra.
“What?”
“What are you doing with Setra?” ask Citra. He also felt strange with Setra who suddenly greeted Ghea, embracing Ghea as he was familiar before. Whereas Citra was sure, before Ghea and Setra were just ordinary.
“Nothing, Cit. Don't think about it. Setra is a pretentious to know his close person. To Shaina just like that.”
Imagra. He went back to reading his book. After that, Ghea was opening her phone after the phone vibrated. The image that was distracted by that, felt curious as well. There were a few things he wanted to ask Ghea. But, Citra chose silence. Maybe Ghea will tell you the story herself.
Mr. X
Still mad?
Mr. X
Take a look under your desk.
Actually lazy to respond to Dio. He was angry about Saturday when Dio was not evasive when asked about their relationship. Dio had already broken a promise not to announce their closeness. But he wondered what Dio had kept under his desk. I don't know, he was angry with Dio, he couldn't stay with Dio for long.
Ghea reached down the table. After finding something, he took it out from under the table. Apparently, a chocolate bar.
“Brown? When did you buy chocolate?” tanya Plain image. Not knowing that the question was successful made Ghea clumsy.
“Hah? Oh—ini? Ta—di before leaving, Cit. You want?” tawar Ghea's.
Image shook his head, “I don't like it,” he replied.
Elgan who was writing suddenly stopped when she accidentally heard the image's answer. He stared at the old image. It's just that Citra is not aware that it is being noticed by Elgan.
“Gan, I want to predict something,” said Revan suddenly.
Elgan frowned, “What?”
“This second someone will fall in love.”
“Lo mean, what?” Elgan did not understand the direction of this conversation. He straightened his body, massaging his sore nape because he kept his head down to write. Then he grabbed a bottle of water perched on his desk.
“Lo falls in love with Citra.”
UHUKK
Instantly, Elgan who was drinking instantly coughed. Revan smiled at Elgan and patted Elgan on the shoulder.
“Ban*sat,” Rutuk Elgan interrupted coughing.
“Hush! Don't talk rude. Sin,” said Revan who made Elgan glare.
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Ghea deliberately left class first when the clock bell went home. He still wanted to avoid Dio and his friends. Especially Setra who kept teasing herself. He understood how the calm Shaina turned into a beast near Setra. The boy made a sprain to the bottom of the heart.
While walking in the parking lot, in the distance he saw a beautiful woman. Maybe one of the students' parents is here. The woman spread her eyes here and there. Like looking for someone. For a moment, Ghea was fascinated by the beauty of the woman. Her hair is blonde, her face is radiant white, her clothes that look perfectly fit in her body. It seems not to be Indonesian.
Ghea was a little surprised when the woman approached him.
“Dek can ask?” said the woman. The thought that the woman was not Indonesian, died already after hearing her very eloquent words.
“Y—ya? Bo-can, Bu.” Ghea was nervous.
The woman smiled. He was relieved to be able to ask, “know 12th class room where?”
“Oh, I'm looking for 12 classrooms? Mom just go inside, there will be the largest building, well the 12th classroom is on the 3.” floor
“Oh there yes. Okay, thank you sweet boy,” he said as he stroked Ghea's cheek. Her motherly figure makes Ghea remember her mother at home.
“You want me to drop off, Bu?” tawar Ghea's.
The woman shook her head, “No need. I can do it myself kok.” Her lips still print a smile for Ghea.
Ghea was smiling too. But suddenly he was nudged by someone, so his body slightly staggered forward. Fortunately, the woman was quick to hold Ghea so as not to fall. The ash sweater he was pouring in his right hand, fell down.
“Eh sorry, Ghe. I was accidentally real.”
Ghea rolled her eyeballs when she found out that the one who hit her was Setra. The man must be taught a lesson. Ghea glared at Setra. But what is glared at is even a smile is not clear.
Setra turned his gaze to the woman before Ghea. He smiled and grabbed the woman's hand, “Eh there's Auntie. Adama, Tan. Mom Ghea, huh?”
“You what you ask around. It's not important. There go!” ghea spray. He was really upset with Setra. The woman laughed at the sight of Setra being chased away by Ghea. Maybe his son will be as tall as Setra, he thought. While arguing, the woman picks up Ghea's fallen sweater.
Suddenly Shaina comes and approaches Setra. He just picked up Setra. Because of this, Shania was looking for Setra. There are matters to be settled without being okay with Setra.
“Oh ... lo here huh? Follow me!”
“Do not steal dong, Shai! Shame!”
“Alah be shy! You've broken the shame vein! Excuse me, Tan, Ghe. I borrow the loan first.”
Unmercifully, Shaina drags Setra who keeps thrashing to be released. Again, the woman before Ghea laughed. “You are so funny,” he said while handing over the Ghea sweater.
Ghea received her sweater, “Aduh Tan—Bu” Ghea rectified her call. The woman was stunned when she saw the scar on Ghea's right hand that had faded away. He remembered something in the past.
“Bu?” call Ghea to the silent woman.
“ Hah? Call Auntie. Let's be more familiar.”
“Hehe Yes .. Bu—Tan?”
The woman smiled again, “Tante first yes ..” Ghea nods. Then the woman left. Ghea also stepped out her legs. He approached a car that was ready to drive him home. There was actually a sense of guilt that Ghea felt for silencing Dio. He knew very well that Dio did not like to be silenced like this. Dio always taught me to talk at all costs.
“Street Sir,” Ghea said to her driver. Then the driver started the car. A moment after Ghea's car was running, Dio ran to get to Ghea. But baby, the effort was in vain.
“GHEA!!”
“There can I help?” ask Miss Rinka. Woman turning. At that time they were both surprised.
“Asri?”
“Rinka?”
Say them simultaneously.
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The rain still falls on the earth. The Eve he brought made the skin cold. But basic man, the cold did not subdue him to make this world vibrant. The proof, when it rains the vehicle is still riding the streets. When it rains, roadside stalls are full of good people who buy or just ride the shade.
Dio parked his motorbike at home. He took off the raincoat he was wearing and entered the house. When entering the house, the aroma of Mother's cooking is smelled. Mother has already come home. Tumben once, he murmured in the heart.
“Assalamualaikum,” said.
“Waalaikumsalam,” says to His Father. Dio snorted, this feeling was still 4 o'clock. Why his father is home. That's Dio's mind.
“Eh Dad's home?” ask Dio. His father just nodded. Dio grabbed his father's hand and kissed him. He glanced towards the kitchen, The mother was busy preparing food. One of the cookies labeled Qu-kita. Setra swallowed his saliva.
“Who are you, Bun?” ask Dio. His hand was trying to reach for Qu-us' cake. It's just that the mother's hand was taken off.
“Guests. Ish your hands are dirty,” replied Mother.
Dio's lips form the letters ‘o’. Then he picked up the cake quickly and went to his room. Surely, how could a Dio miss his favorite cake. Seeing that, Mommy wants to curse, just stop because she knows it will be in vain.
Before long, Dio returned to the living room where Father and Mother were. Before approaching them, Dio was astonished by the look on the faces of Father and Mother who looked serious about something.
Dio approached them, “Eh apologize Bossku.” Dio sat between the two of them. Intentionally separate them. His father clucked because of Dio's behavior. From childhood, it never changes. Always intentionally sitting in the middle of them if again alone like this.
“Ck. Just disturb if the parents are friendly again.”
“Eh apologize My boss, forbidden romantic-romatic in front of his son. How will his son want hayo?” Dio chuckled at the sour face of his father. “Lagian friendly but the look on his face is very serious. Weird,” Further Dio.
“One thought you said, Son,” said his father.
“Iya dong's. Can be taught with my Boss.” Dio indeed often called his father with ‘Bosku’ because his father is the easiest to be asked for pocket money.
“Di ...,” call Mother.
Dio turned his head, “Why Bun?”
“Anu—it ...,” Mother hangs her speech. She looked at her husband instead. Dio's father just stuttered at his wife.
Mother Dio bit her lower lip. He suddenly hugged Dio. Dio was more surprised with this Mother, “Why Bun? What's the matter? Same story Dio.” He said, replying to his mother's embrace. Her mother's body trembled, indicating that she was crying. Dio felt his father's hand rub in his head. Dio was increasingly clueless about their behavior.
Bel house bebrunyi. Mother let go of her embrace. “Why the hell, Bun?” ask Dio again. His tone sounded anxious to be answered.
“Open the door first. Her guest has arrived.” Father's Order. His tone sounds serious. So Dio did not dare to argue. Dio moved and walked towards the door. He's opening. A blonde woman of the same age as her mother smiled. But his eyes were glazed either from the influx of rainwater or completely moved.
“Dio ...,” call the woman.
Dio stepped back. His face stiffened. He laughed in a mocking tone, “Hahaha .. His guest is special once, Bun!” Dio turned. He took the key of his motorbike lying on the table.
“Dio ...,” call the woman. He was about to hug but was pushed aside by Dio. Dio stared dislikefully.
Dio turned to his parents, “if Daddy and Mommy can not consider me a child again, say! Don't gini how!” snapped Dio. His look implied disappointment.
“Dio! Where are you going?” his father shouted as Dio was about to leave.
The woman caught up with Dio, “Dio! Sorry Mamah! Mama knows Mama's wrong Dio!”
But the admission of wrongdoing did not keep Dio at home. He was disappointed. He can't stay at home for now. Dio rode his bike, he was wearing a helmet. When he wants to insert the motor key, his hand is blocked.
“Dad doesn't like it if you keep this up,” his father said.
Dio stared hard. Breath hunting, “Dio also do not like if Dad continues to maksa Dio to meet the woman!” he said it was full of emphasis.
“But she's your mother!” snapped Father. Dio squeaking. It hurt so much to be yelled at by this father. Dio laughed blandly. He released his hand.
“Dio disappointed with Dad.”
Dio left his father speechless. The woman approached Dio. He again tried to touch Dio, but again Dio brushed off.
“Do not touch me!” snapped Dio. His eyes stared hard at the woman.
“Dio .. sorryin Mom. Please ...,”
Dio doesn't care. He just kept walking. The rain started to wash over his body. The cold began to seep into the pores of his skin. Only, the anger that was within him remained hot. Dio didn't know what to do now that his Father and Mother didn't want him anymore.
“Dio!”
Shouts someone calling him. Still, Dio doesn't care.
Hap!
Someone hugged him.
“Don't go, Son. Sorry Mother ...”
At that instant, Dio's body shook. He turned around and hugged his mother tightly. It was as if there was no more chance to embrace her . Dio crying. He spilled all his disappointment.
“Bun—da to—long do not force Dio—lagi.”
Seeing Dio who was crying like that, the woman felt even more guilty. Her tears fell without being held back. A sense of regret and longing mixed into one and caused a chest-stifling discomfort. Ah, it's too late. There's no chance.
“Don’t cry honey. We can try next time. I believe your son will come to you soon.”
“No, Steve. I don’t wanna try again. Enough. Actually I haven’t chance to take his. He is really hate me.”
The man called Steve took a deep breath. He grabbed the body of the woman in front of him and took her into his arms.
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