ENDRO, THE BODYGUARD

IN THE SCHOOL BUILDING

The car carrying Nummi with Endro stopped in front of the town's SMAN 1 school building.

Because it was a semester holiday, the school building also seemed quiet and silent. It's just that the sound of the craftsman's voice sounded a little deafening from inside.

"school? What does this mean by surprise?" Tanya Nummi was really surprised.

"Are you not surprised at all, dear?" Tanya Endro was confused.

"It's a shock, Om. But why here?" Tanya Nummi was no less confused.

"This is Om's school with Mentari first, son. The place where we first began a good relationship, and parted again before a sacred meeting united us." Endro said as he looked at the building in front of them at that time.

"Ja-so in this school, Om? This is where Om used to be at school?" Nummi began to look understood. Maybe it was at school that Endro was able to reminisce back with the shadow of his mementari.

"Do you want to go inside?" Endro tried to read Nummi's face.

"What can I do, Om?"

"Of course you can, son. Inside, there was a security guard and several school guards. Even though they are off, they still work. There is construction work inside. And they'll definitely let us in. Alhamdulillah, with the provision entrusted by God to Om, Om can be the Donor of the development.

As an Alumni here, Om feels obligated to it." Endro.

"Really, Om? Then let's go in, Om. Nummi can't wait to know everything. Look everywhere the memories between Om and Aunt Mentari are created." Get Nummi excited.

"Yes, Honey. It's just, there's been a lot of changes since Om finished this school, son. But, Om still remembers very well the details of where." Endro got out of his car.

Nummi and Endro walk in every hallway of the school. The girl's eyes sparkled looking at the beauty of each of her architects. There is a beauty and peace of its own that is implied there.

The old building is constantly being renovated to add a sense of comfort for the students who attend school there.

"Om, is there any workmanship especially in this school? Looks like that's enough, if Nummi looks around." Tanya Nummi astonished.

"There will be the addition of the laboratory and the construction of the mosque, son. The school residents here already have thousands of students." Terang Endro explained to Nummi. "And there is a garden, next to it will be built a kind of green house." He turned back and pointed to the back of the school.

"Waaah... Greatable... It must be nice to be in school here, Om. Unfortunately Nummi is done..." Nummi looks a little bit cluttered.

"It's okay, honey. Later you will meet this much better, in your faculty place. Which school are you planning to go to?" Endro's question comforted the girl's heart.

"The intention is the Faculty of Agriculture, Om. Agrotechnology." Nummi emphasizes the answer a little.

"Om know? But didn't you go to college?" Nummi again looks astonished to hear the words of Endro.

"Yes, since Om wrestled the plantation, Om had to learn a lot. Otherwise, Om will only disappoint the gifts of your Father and Mother."

Nummi mangut-mangut justifies Endro's statement. Yes, he knew very well that the estate that Endro managed, was a gift from his Father and Mother. While Endro, is only the owner of the inheritance from his father's family as well.

Endro continued to step foot, while Nummi only became a loyal follower who noticed where the footsteps took him. Until, a classroom that was there made Endro's footsteps stop.

"This is our last classroom together, son. It's where it all started." Endro tells Nummi. He was facing the classroom door. His hands never came out of his pockets again. He was reluctant to express his feelings at the time. As if, his old wounds were completely torn back.

There was nothing special about the room. Just like any other classroom. Merely, in the eyes of the middle-aged man it looked so special. Sendu wrestled behind his sight. Nanar and meaningless.

Nummi stepped into the rhythm created by the foot of Endro's shoes. He watched carefully every touch of Endro's fingers against the object in the room.

Full story. And full of memories of every thing he touched.

"It used to be nothing like this, honey. We sat one person at a table. Not as in pairs as now. Maybe because of his little student. Only twenty-four of these rooms. And it has been able to create a stir.

Laughing us together. No one is in groups. There is no difference between us. Every now and then, we tease each other. Call the parents' names...

Hehe.. Understandably, it used to be even though the distance of the house was far away. But his people know each other." Endro has really started his story again.

His form exists, but his mind has drifted back to his past life.

And Nummi, acting as if watching their story.

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