Fat Broken Wing

5. Little Friend

~Every event we go through never escape destiny and ..causation patterns will always accompany, demanding awareness of what we do~

“Sialan tuh, the Fat .. use the event report Kakakanya,” grumbled Arin while brushing the bathroom floor with disgust, yes … he was now cleaning the princess toilet that was near the teacher's room. Supposedly, by now she had gone home from school ..but, it was a pity that the report from Dafa, the handsome man of her puja made her have to date with a toilet brush.

“Mouth, you are not very useful yes. Poor me same nyokap-bokap you, have a daughter model kek gini.”

Dugh ... tiny body Arin sitting on the floor, reflex motion because of shock made him slip.

“Damn you, ngagetin me .. wet it,” grumbled Arin while trying to get up from his seat.

“Mulut lu tuh yes, ask at guspin emang .. !” a man standing by the bathroom door.

“Elu tuh—,” Arin speech stopped, because he found a tall man who was leaning his body on the wall near the bathroom door, while looking at him full of intimidation. “Eh, Brother Dave .. what is it here, Brother ? Wait for me, yes ?”

“Cih .. saha maneh, until I wait, ngaca sia tea .. ngaca .. !!!” the bottom of Dave's bon cabe mouth .. that can't be controlled properly has been tweeting here and there, too, especially with the tone of his Sunda is thick but mixed with the word lu-gue not to mention the face of his bulenya very, very unsupportive.:D

“You, Brother Dave what the hell? His mouth really mute pisan, sprain ih.”

Dave, who heard Arin's spoiled voice, could not help but stifle his discordant laughter. “Ih, geleuh .. ordinary if I say the same I mah .. do not need to be so in tone. Oh, yes .. inget one thing, do not ever bother Kiyara again .. only I can bet him, you or others in this school is prohibited from disturbing, Kiyara.”

Arin still gaped in disbelief, a school star .. his most handsome upperclassman because of his one-of-a-kind bule, defending the fat girl who is usually the subject of bullying. Highlight his eyes still looked at the sturdy back of his 3-day girlfriend .. when first grade High School used to, who kept walking left him in the toilet alone. “Shit ... Fat fuck .. Lu why the hell, Brother Dave ... so bear fat chick who usually be the material of your own bully.”

***

The sun has begun to slip westward, orange sheen combined with clouds hanging beautifully makes dusk become the most anticipated time by Kiyara … if we say do’a and much recitation at that time .. our prayers will be quickly affirmed by the Catholic .. wallahu a’lam bishawab.

The sound of small birds going back and forth to return to the nest, became the strains of nature that calms the soul, plus the sound of the wind that hit the thickets of trees and shrubbery, the sound of the wind, scents the natural aroma that fills the full in

sense of smell. Refreshed.

But alas, for this afternoon .. Kiyara is still struggling with mathematical formulas and biological tasks along with Cakra, who she says was a childhood friend while still living in the Fruits Stone eight years ago.

“This, number 7 how gini, Cak .. x which in the left segment is moved first to the right segment, do not forget the negatives must be careful as well.” Kiyara is still busy explaining the series of mathematical formulas on Cakra, but unfortunately when diverting attention to the interlocutor, Kiyara catches wet Cakra who is busy chatting with no one, clearly, his lips kept on curling a smile.

“Ehm ...Next no, Cak?”

The chakra caught off guard instantly stored his phone back on the table. “Continued, Ki.”

“Emh, sorry ... I can ask something not, Cak?” ask Kiyara carefully, honestly there is still a fuss about who Cakra really is.

“Only, if I can answer I will answer kok.” Cakra corrected his sitting position to face Kiyara, to be more free when chatting, because it looks like Kiyara will talk about something quite serious seen from her gigat.

“That, emh .. are you Agam, my little friend?” Cakra rounded his eyes, this same question for the umpteenth time was thrown from Kiyara's thin lips.

Kiyara closed her eyes. “Honest to Aunt Syta I believe, if Om Surya I do not know for sure because Agam er I mean Cakra, you never mention or recognize me as your Papa, even, you know, your full name alone I do not know at that time all I remember is your nickname, Agam. If

you yourself, maybe in the eyes and other parts of the face are not much different anyway as 8 years ago, but ... There are many different things Cak .. your attitude and nature, for example,” said Kiyara lirih.

“What example?” ask Cakra in as calm a tone as possible.

“You are a little bit rougher than 8 years ago, look your eyes different with Agam, emh ... Cakra, 8 years ago, Agam could not say ‘R’, how to help you when I was treated arbitrarily by our friends was different, emh … although I know 8 years is not a short time for you to change a lot. And I still often dream of little Agam who suddenly changed shape may be an adult Agam who unfortunately .. I can not see his face.”

Cakra rubbed his face rough, it was clear that any impregnable lie would definitely arouse suspicion. “Nak, tell the truth.” The soft voice of a woman who was standing at the entrance of Kiyara's house made the two teenagers divert their antiques.

“Mama .. !” Cakra shook his head in disapproval, while Kiyara he grew more and more dissolved in a curious hole.

“Nak, please this is not good .. Kiyara should know the truth.” The woman, Syta .. Mama of Cakra, Kiyara's little friend.

“Tante, what does it mean?” kiyara said, when Syta was already sitting in the living room chair.

“Sorry, Ki .. actually, a-I am not your Agam .. Agam ..”

Syta inhaled enough oxygen around her, as if she was preparing ammunition to tell the truth, even if it meant re-taking old wounds. “That game, his twin brother Cakra named Cakro Agamsyah .. You used to know Cakro with the name Agam because Cakro could not call the letter ‘R’. 8 years ago Aunty and Agam moved to Surabaya, because Aunty referred back to her father's children. But, 2 years ago Agam, Aunt, and Cakra had a car accident.” There was no stuffing when a woman the same age as Mother Alana told all those bitter memories, but her tears had soaked her cheeks.

“Kak Agam is dead, Ki. And his last message, I must replace him takes care of you like his promise 8 years ago, that he will return.”

Kiyara jerks, shocked? Don't ask.His memory has now traveled far, yes the boy, Agam ...had promised that he would enter the same school as him and take care of him no matter what.

“Ala, don't be naughty yes .. later Agam will be here again to take care of Ala.”

“Ala, later we enter the same school again huh?”

“Ala ... I pelgi first.”

“Ya .. Allah .. Kiyara, there are guests who are not served drinks.” Kiyara was stunned from her daydreams, as the Mother's loud voice from the direction of the entrance made her return to full consciousness.

“Where, Agam buried, Auntie?” kiyara asked with a slightly dazed face, she was still shocked by the reality, but Aunt Syta was still busy wiping away her tears.

“Kiyara, what do you mean? That Agamnya next to you, kok ask so anyway, not polite.” Hardik Mother Alana's.

“Not ... no Tea no problem, indeed Agam is gone his sister name is Cakra .. Agam has died two years ago when we were in Surabaya and he was buried in Surabaya as well.”

“Innalillahi wa innaillaihiroji’un ..,” pekik Bunda Alana.

His premonition was right that Cakra was not the Agam he was looking for, it was getting mixed up indistinctly because there was disappointment, sadness, longing, annoyance, annoyance, also the anger that became one made him rise from sitting and immediately ran into his room, ignoring the cries of Mother and also Mama from the duo Agam who called his name. It turned out that his quest would never end, his guardian angel ... His little friend had been gone for a long time and what had the dream meant all this time?