Fat Broken Wing

1. Kiyara Mentari's

~Say dreams are flowers of sleep, then if my dreams come true, what is the name?~

“Thank you for what you have, don't think too much about what people say. Happy is not you, depends on your heart .. yourself, not others.” The little man suddenly disappeared into the form of a man who had a tall, sturdy but faint look on his face. Dark-lost.

Brak ... brak … .

“Hihihi, rasain deh .. !”

“Ckckck, his body stretched by mole, sih.”

“Wkwkwkwk.”

The sound of buzzing on the table followed by the sound of giggling that was mutually unpretentious, surprising a girl who was laying her head, the girl fell asleep at the turn of the clock, but the accident, no classmates woke him up.

“Kiyara Mentari... out of the class Mr., wash your face directly into the teacher's room grab the PR book yesterday on the table Mr...!”

Yes, the fat girl .. named Kiyara Mentari, the name given by her parents 17 years ago, in the hope that her son will be as bright and warm as the morning sun. But, dear ... name, stay the name because Kiyara is a girl who is shy, not easy to get along with, and shy.

“Kiyara, quick stand ... !”

Kiyara still subdued her gaze, she was embarrassed ..I was ashamed that even, two years of being at High School level, only this time she did something ridiculous like this. “Ba-good, Sir.”

The sounds of laughter and the whispers of blasphemy were heard accompanying Kiyara's footsteps. “Ya Lord ... The dream again and why should while asleep in class .. !”

Kiyara looked in the mirror before her, looking at her round face that really looked like a newly woken person, ah, fortunately there was no stream flowing from her thin lips. This was the umpteenth time he had a dream about the boy he had been looking for for almost 8 years, a childhood friend who always stretched out his hand when the world seemed to keep a distance from him.

“Hai, Ki .. You why are you sad so ?” Ask a girl who just went into the toilet.

“Eh .. emh, you again wash your face,” replied Kiyara, who has now lowered her head. Insecure, who was on him was probably already at the highest level, so that in anyone he felt inferior.

“Heeeyyy .. just relax, Ki. Aren't we friends? I'm the girl you helped a while back on the bus. Sorry I didn't introduce myself at the time, my name is Fani.” The girl reached out her hand, doubtfully Kiyara received the helping of the girl in front of her.

“Me, Kiyara.”

“Hahaha .. You're funny too it turns out yes, Ki. I already know what your name is, I'm from MIA class 3 next to your class, occasionally go out and mingle with other classmates, everyone knows who you are but you don't know who they are.”

Kiyara, silent .. stared in those black eyes before her. “You don't know the bullying I've received, so why do I know their names? Is it for me to remember the names of the people who always bullied me?” whispered in his heart, ah. Kiyara is indeed a mysterious girl who is difficult to guess.

“Thank you for greeting me, I went to the teacher's room first.”

Without waiting for an answer from the interlocutor, Kiyara came out of the toilet and accelerated her steps to quickly get to the teacher's room.

Bruk ….

“Awww...!” Kiyara grimaced, her left shoulder that was hit by someone made her right shoulder hit the edge of the mading board and unfortunately there was a small nail that managed to scratch her right shoulder.

“Sorry, are you okay?” the heavy voice of the man standing beside her, greeted gently Kiyara's eardrum.

Kiyara, still speechless ... her eyes stared at the familiar keychain ‘A’, ignoring the pain that began to creep on her shoulder.

“You bleed ..!”

Kiyara shook her head against the daydream at the wrong time, her black hair swaying following the motion of her head. “No problem,” he said while continuing to stare at the keychain that seized his attention earlier.

“Come, I drove to UKS first,” invite the man who is still standing upright in front of him.

“Ti-no need, I have to go to the teacher's room.” His fat feet he swung a little quickly, leaving behind the man who had just hit him.

“Heii ... I want to ask for help .. !”

“Assalamu’alaikum .. ” said Kiyara, when she was in front of the teacher's room door.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” says picket teacher behind his desk.

“Good morning, Ms. Ziza .. I want to grab a book on Mr. Rusdi's desk.”

“Ya, please take it directly,” replied Bu Ziza.

“Good, Bu.”

“Eh, you standing at the door ..!” said Ms. Ziza, making Kiyara stop her legs who were about to step towards Mr. Rusdi's table and turn her eyes towards the entrance.

“I, Ma?” ask the man who hit Kiyara while pointing at himself.

“Iya, you ... who else?” Ms. Ziza said, the man walked closer to the picket table. Kiyara who was still standing near the picket table immediately passed to Mr. Rusdi's table.

“You, the new kid, right? Moving from Surabaya?” asked Bu Ziza with a voice that could still be heard by Kiyara, who was secretly stealing hear from where she was standing.

“Iya, Mom. I am Cakra Agamsyah, a transfer from SMAN 5 Surabaya, sorry I just arrived in Bandung this morning at 07.30 will be able to join the 2nd subject.”

“Agamsyah? Is he Agam, the same?” kiyara whispered in her heart. “Mending I immediately brought this pile of books,” he continued again.

Kiyara was already carrying a pile of books, whose height had almost reached her nose. The steps are much more careful fear of bumping into something so that it harms itself, the book scattered for example.

“You got into class XI MIA 2 right, Cakra?” asked Bu Ziza, making Kiyara's steps stop instantly.

“Yeah, that's my class,” monologue Kiyara in heart.

“Iya, Mom. XI MIA 2.”

“Well, what a coincidence .. You're coming with Kiyara, she's XI class MIA 2 too. Kiyara, you help Cakra, yes .. !” said Ms. Ziza.

“Ba-well, Bu .. I'm sorry thank you, Wassalamu’alaikum ..”

Without a word, Kiyara passed through the tall body of Cakra just like that.

“Sini, I help you.” Cakra's burly hand almost took out the entire stack of books in Kiyara's hand.

“Don't take it all, it's me who was told Mr. Rusdi is not you.”

“Not a problem, will your hands hurt.”

“Yes, come on,” said Kiyara, then walked ahead of Cakra.

“I'm no stranger to you,” said Cakra, making Kiyara step stop.

“Agam, please take care of Ala until old,” continued Cakra with eyes that never separated from the figure of a thick-bodied woman in front of him.

Kiyara's deep brown eyes buy for a moment, her memory wanders through every incident 8 years ago and her dream earlier. “Was he the tall figure in my dream? Agam .. Agam, my best friend?” kiyara said in her heart, while looking fixedly at the tall man who was now in front of her.

“A-what are you, A---.”

“Heh, Fatty Class Sister .. tumben want to walk with guys .. !” said the tall man with a westernized level jerking Kiyara's eardrum.

“Ya .. God he always interfered at the wrong time, you fake,” Kiyara said in her heart.

Kiyara tried unconcernedly, she bounced back her fat legs towards the classroom, followed by the sweet-looking man with seductive dimples as her lips flaunted a smile, followed by a sweet-looking man, ignoring the crossbred man who was staring at him sharply.