Cracked Pearls

Graduation Drama

Month passed ....

Without feeling it, my High School time has come to the end.

I graduated with a grade to say, pretty good. Perched at number 17 of the 25 best graduates list, became a pride for me, Om Krishna and my friends. I'm a pretty good new kid adjusting, their opinions are proud.

Today is my graduation day.

This morning, I went to school in a shaky way. Though the makeup and kebaya that I wear is so complete and perfect to turn me into a beauty.

Aunt Maria said she couldn't attend my important event today for some reason. Moreover, Om Krishna which I know, the time will not be easy to waste. The work is very demanding not to be left even if only for a moment. So today, the role of my parents will be replaced by Mbok Misni and Pak Soleh who came to school, said Aunt Maria with a regret this morning.

Not that I insulted the two innocent parents or felt ashamed of their presence, but the feeling of hoping for Aunt Maria and Om Krishna had already surpassed the contents of my mind.

I'm a little disappointed.

Chelsea smiled mockingly in response to the verdict this morning. I don't know when that kid will change and want to see me as a brother, just a little bit.

Uhh!

The atmosphere of the building was already so crowded with teachers, all the children and their parents. But I was still in a daze looking for the whereabouts of Mbok Misni and Pak Soleh who he said would follow shortly after I left to be escorted by Om Krishna and his driver as usual. Though the schedule of the event will arrive soon.

“Ra! Your guardian hasn't come yet?” Karin surprised.

I nodded weakly. “Iya nih, Rin.”

The girl patted a glimpse of my shoulder before it passed. “Wait a while. Maybe even a little more,” he said a little entertaining. “I first, yes.”

“Hmm.” Short I responded. I all saw him sitting with his parents. I'm still waiting in suffocating uncertainty.

Feeling that maybe no one will come, I sat on the very end of the bench alone with a sad look.

Zhio didn't even catch my sight at all. I don't know where that guy is now. And he is usually the one who always accompany me in all situations in this school.

I spread my eyes all over the place my cornea reached. The show has started. The several greetings of the school officials had already passed one after another. And a little bit they said no one took a sip in my head. My mind roiled in a torturous solitude. I hope this passes soon, and it won't be a nightmare after.

Sometimes my head looked and turned to the back where the door stretched. But it is always empty in addition to the security guard who is still loyal to guard nearby. No one really came to stand by me.

My chest started to heat up. The tear grains drip past the petals directly rubbed. This whole thing lives without parents.

I curse a little today in my heart. Why should an event like this alone involve the presence of parents? I want to affirm and shout; I have none of that, O people!

My sorrow grew, as the voices of one child after another were heard.

The symbolic acceptance of graduation [in addition to] shaking hands with teachers lined up, passed on with a bow to the parents waiting for the child below.

I imagine with pain when it's my turn. How am I supposed to deal with this and everyone's chattering?

My friends have gone up one by one in their lives. Then what kind of novelty will I show you on that podium?

“MUTIARA ANDINA!”

I jerked my heart. My name has been called, and I am alone.

I smile as sweetly as possible. I received a symbolic graduation from the hands of a teacher accompanied by a rumbling of applause down there. The sound of the emanation of the host still continues to chirp with the mic and its narration. I walked slowly to reach out one hand after another of the school staff lined up to the left. And ....

“Mutiara Andina, Ananda's parents are absent?” The host's question froze me.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent in an instant.

I looked towards the MC who was still waiting for my answer. Everyone who is in the same fashion.

Not a single eye was not on me, including my friends down there, looking at me pity.

Only Ms. Naina knows who I am in detail, other than Karin, Alna and Algi. But now the figure was not present to explain to all, because he was being treated for pain suffered some time later.

I looked towards Karin and Alna who were sitting in separate places a little far apart. They were sad to look at me with pity.

In the end I replied with tears that had pierced more than one. “My parents ... they ...”

“Pearl!” I heard that cry in the distance, and everyone was no exception. Turned in the same direction. Debam jerked the hard shoes sounding closer.

I looked at them with a roaring heart.

“Honey! Sorry, same Auntie late!” Aunty Maria said loudly in between steps.

The two men climbed onto the podium and tightly hugged me before Aunt Maria.

There are no words I can say but cry. I can't hold back these tolo tears, but I don't want to wipe them either.

My esophagus felt choked so in disbelief by their presence by my side at this time.

Aunty Maria took off her arms, followed by Om Krishna later.

This is the person I was most looking forward to. I hugged her tightly spilling how much she wished for.

“Mafin Om, Darling. Sorry!” My head was repeatedly smothered.

At the same time, I heard Aunt Maria speak. A mic he borrowed from the host.

My hug and Om Krishna broke later, turning his attention to the woman.

I can't believe we're everyone's spectacle right now.

“I'm sorry, I interrupted for a while, Mother Father Teacher is also the audience all,” Aunt Maria started. Her graceful look with official clothes made many pairs of eyes unceasingly look at her in admiration. “Begini ...” For a moment hung up his sentence, as if there was a burden there. “Parents Pearls no longer have both.” He grabbed my arm with his smile. “His mother died when she was a toddler, and her father has not even turned one this year.”

The atmosphere is very quiet now.

Krishna wiped the tears that had come back from my eyes. He said quietly half whispered, “Om here, Darling.” I nodded between the great thump in my chest.

“We are parents who are connected to be mandated by Pearl's father to take care, educate and guarantee everything until he will get a companion who replaces us,” Aunt Maria continued with her smile. “Pardon our delay as a guardian. Until it has to be a melancholy drama at this official event. Congestion made me like a hot worm in the car earlier.”

The final sentence was answered by everyone's laughter.

Om Krisna suddenly took the microphone in his wife's hand, then said with great dignity, “What is clear, we love Pearl unconditionally! Pearl of Andina, is the pearl of our family!”