Deepest Wound

SO GYMNASTICS DRIVER

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At home I immediately opened one of the martabak boxes and chose the chicken. While containing beef I set aside for later I give it to Kak Laras or Om Wandy if he comes.

My phone clinks. I cleaned my hand with a tissue before sliding the phone screen to see the incoming message.

📨[Dani] ❤❤❤

I smiled at the message with the emot.

Not long after my phone went off. There's a call from Santi.

“Ya, San?”

“Nit, you have no enemies in sosmed?” I frowned in wonder at Santi's question.

“What enemy? Am I an artist!? Ngawur!”

“Try to see in some of your posts. There are some strange comments.”

“Times anyway?” I became curious and cut off my connection with Santi and checked my sosmed account. I rarely open the app unless there is a specific moment I want to share.

I checked every comment on my latest post. I was surprised and angry to see some comments that blasphemed me. I checked every profile of those guys. None of me recognize them. But if you look at their comments, I'm sure they still have something to do with Bang Fauzan.

Maybe they think I'm still in touch with Bang Fauzan because Bang Fauzan commented on my photo several times. I did block all communication access with him but I did not block his sosmed account. I didn't expect it to be such a problem.

At that time I deleted all my uploads and locked all the sosmed accounts I had. I don't want Kak Laras or Om Wandy to know about any of this. Luckily Santi moved quickly to tell me.

Why all the trouble came to me. Like there's no end. Sometimes I think I want to get away from all these problems. I want to start a new life somewhere where no one knows me. But it's useless if my body is gone while my mind is still left here. I can't let the people closest to me have trouble.

Tok tok!

“Anita..!”

I opened my eyes slowly when I heard the repeated knocking on the door. Who else if it wasn't for Laras who dared to wake me up.

“What's up..?” I opened the door lazily.

“In front there is your nayariin Bu RT. Meet there first, but there is something important,” said Kak Laras. I went to the bathroom, washed my face and tidied myself up in front of the mirror.

“Good morning Bu.” I greeted Ms. RT who was sitting waiting for me in the living room.

“Good morning Dek Anita. Sorry to interrupt this early in the morning.”

“Nothing Ma'am. Can I help you?”

Ms. RT made her point and I listened to it until it was over. And the point is that Ms. RT asks for my help to be a gymnastics guide every weekend. Because gymnastics guides who have previously moved to other areas.

I thought for a moment. Then I agreed to it anyway just do it every weekend. In addition, gymnastics in the open and crowded will certainly be fun. Usually I just do gymnastics or yoga at home.

It turned out to be a lot of fun. In addition to mothers there are children who also participate in gymnastics with their parents. There are also people who just watch from a distance.

I became friends with my mothers a lot. I also make friends with their children who usually always participate in gymnastics even though they are just playing around.

After driving gymnastics that morning I went home and sat for a while in the living room to rest for a while.

My phone is ringing. It turns out that Dani wanted to make a video call. I accepted it too but the camera section I covered so that my face was not visible.

“Honey, where are you again? I didn't see your face.” I laughed at myself, aware of my behavior.

“Ihh, I'm ashamed. I haven't had a shower!” My solute.

“You just woke up? Yes shower first, I will vc again.” I immediately showed my face while smiling.

Dani smiled at me. While I focus on her dimples.

Sometimes I wonder why a guy like Dani likes me.

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While I was asleep I heard someone knocking but not from the door of my room but it sounded very close. I saw the wall clock in my room showing at 4 p.m.

There was another sound of knocking this time there was a voice calling my name as well. I got up and went to the window of my room which I felt sounded from there.

“Ovi! What are you doing under the window?” It was the son of one of my neighbors.

“Kak, Miss Ela tuh nyariin Sister.”

“Bu Ela? What's up, huh?”

“Lack of know, Brother. He's talking in front of Ina's house. He had rang the same bell knocking on the door but Brother did not come out. But Ovi looked at the window Brother opened, yes Ovi tap leawat here deh. Hehe...”.

“Ya already, soon Sister out.”

I also went out to meet Miss Ela who was chatting with Kak Ina on the porch of the house. It just so happened that the distance of my house with Kak Ina's house was close together so Miss Ela could see me from there. Then he hurriedly approached me.

I invited Miss Ela to sit on the porch bench.

“What's up, Bu?” I asked to start a conversation.

“You will be a gymnastics guide for residents here in RT, and I want to ask you to also be a gymnastics guide for some mothers from the next complex. They asked me to convey this to you. They want you to be their guide. Hows it? Want, yeah?”

“Duhh, how are ya Ma'am. I'm afraid I can't make the time and even mgecewain.”

“If about time let you be erratic. But it must be carried out in the afternoon because some mothers in the complex there are working in the morning. Twice a week every afternoon. How?”

I thought for a moment. If it's afternoon maybe I can arrange it. Because I only drive gymnastics in the mornings of the sunday for the citizens in my RT.

“Ok, I want. But later if I am working then I will rearrange the gym schedule and I will infokan again.”

“Oh yes, good it. Then later we create a group chat to facilitate communication. Then I say goodbye first. Once again thanks.”

“Iya, Mom. Equally.” After Miss Ela left I went inside the house.

I've been getting used to my new activities lately. From being a gymnastics guide in the next complex, every home I bring 150 thousand to 200 thousand dollars. They paid me even though I refused at first. They really liked my way of driving gymnastics.

“Lumayan make me tube so I can send money to buy Papa.” medicine

My life needs are all guaranteed. It's just that I can't give money to Mama or Papa. So only this way can I help them. Because Kak Laras only withholds money from plantations only. For an income like this where he might care because it is not how much.

I calculated my income in a week, from pocket money from Big Brother Laras and income from driving gymnastics. After a month's collection I'll split the money and send it to Papa and Mama. Although I had to close my eyes and ears when the money I sent got a sneer from Mama.

This is my way of being devoted. You like it or not, but I do. If I get tired I can help reduce a little bit of your burden, then I will do it as long as I am alive.

...**Tbc...

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