Cracked Pearls

First Day

In the end, this is my destiny.

Abandoned by my beloved father, I also chose to resign to part with a man who has so many beautiful memories in my life.

Not willing, not ready, I must accept.

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The monday I could not wait for, finally arrived.

I've worn the high school uniform with a small checkered knee-length skirt and a white top with a cross ribbon. All my needs are equipped Om Krishna without minus.

But there's something else. I made myself different this time.

My straight hair is limited to a shoulder blade, which I used to tie high one on top, braid two on the left and bottom right. A round, clear anti-radiation glasses, perched on my nose that people said. I don't even know why I did this.

I'm not very diligent in glass. I'm not a girl who likes to dress up. Only at certain times, the powder and liptin polish I use to decorate the face. For the rest, I don't want to trouble myself with things that smell of beauty like most girls or even adult women.

One by one the stairs I walked with not so excited steps. The bad taste still feels inside. In this way, I thought, I will definitely continue to trouble this family until a lot of time that I myself do not know when it will end.

I hope to graduate soon and find a job. College business, I will continue after collecting a lot of money, I think I feel unworthy to be spoiled with a treasure that is not my right.

“Mutia, you're ready, sweetheart?” Aunt Maria greeted me at the dinner table. “Breakfast first, yes.”

“Ah, yes, Aunt,” I replied back at the faint smile.

“Eh, how do you dress and like gini?” aunty Maria asked again, touching a glimpse of the braid of my hair as I sat in the chair to her right.

I'm acting clumsy. “Ah, this .. just want to like this, Aunt.”

Beards of Aunt Maria's head. “And you are beautiful if his hair is scratched you know,” his comments are a little regretful.

“Udahlah, Ma. Love her heart.” About Krishna interrupted. “Eat a lot, Muti. Let your study business be smooth,” he added. One bite of peanut-soy bread was elegantly chewed.

I nodded as I grabbed a loaf of bread. At the same time, Aunt Maria presented a tray containing six small jars of jam with different flavors. “Select the one you like. And this is the milk, spent.” The beautiful middle-aged woman smiled then returned to her own food. Luckily, he didn't extend my appearance.

“Passionate, Aunt," said sincerely.

“Do not hesitate, Darling.” He smiled again.

For whatever sake, being in the middle of that husband and wife, I was like their real son. There were only the three of us at this spacious dining table. Aunty Maria said her daughter Chelsea lived and attended school in Japan with her relatives. I even got to show you a picture. A beautiful girl, even very beautiful. He was one year above me.

My shallow mind is back to playing. Why did she choose to live abroad, leaving this warm family behind? A complete family that so many children dream of, including me. It's not that I'm not grateful for my family just yet, it's just that I've lost it all. Mother died of illness when I was a child, followed by Father who had not even dried up the soil.

I sighed softly. How fate is sometimes this bitter. And not everyone feels the same. I feel like I'm the only one forged that hard. Obviously, I am not strong at all.

Time pass.

Om Krishna's car just got out of my sight.

I walk alone now. A pair of my hands squeezed the strap of the bag slung in front of my chest. My face moved around. Right left top and bottom also back.

The school is magnificent, my heart comments quite admiringly.

Krisna said my class was on the second floor of the first building. At the very end after turning to the left, near the red wooden pole.

Although not confident enough, especially the astonished gazes of all the children, I still walked to herd my feet to look. I'm afraid to ask. Their views all felt not as warm as the kids in my old school. I feel dwarfed and unworthy to be here.

Until ....

“You Pearl?”

I looked up sontak. A woman with a blue blazer and a span along the ankle. Her hair is nicely carried with a thin polish of makeup that seems simple.

“Yes," I replied briefly with a slight smile.

“Ah, introduce.” He extended his hand. “I Bu Naina-guardian of your class.”

I received his hand out while politely nodding. “Ah, Yes, Bu.”

“Welcome to this school," said Ms. Naina connecting with a warm smile that did not fade. “Kalo so let's go to class. Soon the incoming bell will sound.”

I nodded then walked side by side with Ms. Naina.

Neglecting a lot of unpleasant sights to see. Unfortunately I could not read their minds, other than deciphering the content of the gaze that was enough to make me feel uncomfortable.

Just two minutes, our footsteps reached the intended class. A broad class with all its fine order. Some children have been perched on their benches while entrenched with conspirators. Others sit alone with a book in hand. They're still cute.

Finally the bell went in for lesson ringing. All the children were busy tidying themselves up and returning to their respective positions. I don't know where I'm going to sit. Ms. Naina is still holding me in front of the class.

Until then everything leads to me. Some of them started whispering. I still stand like a fool. While Bu Naina seemed busy handling sheets of paper on the table of his greatness.

Everything passes feel long. In reality, it only takes two minutes at least. Finally, Ms. Naina approached me and started to introduce me to all the children in the class in a warm way.

“WELCOME, PEARL!” They greeted me at Bu Naina's direction. I nodded stiffly with a slightly forced smile.

Two empty benches in the rear-most right row near the window, appointed Bu Naina for my seat. The rest are fully filled in pairs.

Well, for the first time in my school history, I sat alone, and in the back seat.

Which I usually sit at the front surrounded by pleasant friends.

Ahh, just the first day, I already missed them.

"Enough, Pearl!" spray heart. I need to focus. I just need to study well. Just like that, enough of a cure.

It's just the first day. The next day, I must have had a friend to at least talk to, or just a means of asking about what I want to know. I hope that.