For You Little Girl's

CHAPTER 2 DORMITORY BUILDING

After the departure of Uncle Salman and Doni, I chose to open the wedding photo album of my father and mother. I want to make sure once again, how does my father look like his blood is flowing inside my body.

My gaze became blurry as my eyes tried to hold back the cries. And in the end, the tears were shed, right on my father's face. It was hard to remember that my mother told me that my father was gone, but my heart believed in one thing.

Can I not believe what Mom said about you, Dad. Honestly, my heart always says that we are still on the same earth.

In fact, to prove that we are not in the same world makes me ask again, is there not the slightest thing left about you other than this album?

Where your body is. All I know is, you went for something so precious. Is my presence worthless?

If indeed we are not in the same world, then allow me to find you in the form of your headstone, Father.

Really, I miss her figure a lot. Someone I've never seen, but his blood is proof of his presence.

Tonight, the sky is quite bright with decorated flickering stars. A gust of wind swept across my face, flying the veil I was wearing. I looked at the pendant now in my hand.

I'm sure this locket will be a link to the mystery that I will reveal later.

I took a deep breath and again made up my mind.

O Allah, the All-Knowing Lord, guide me. Show me the secret behind this mystery. I leave everything to You. Whatever it is, I'll take it.

In the morning, the sound of dawn has begun to enter the sense of hearing. I set foot into the bathroom to commit ablution and carry out my duties.

“Sara, later mom goes to the market early. You yourself at home what – what, dear?”, said my mother while stroking my head.

I nodded with a sweet smile.

“Sure, My dear mother. Your son can already take care of himself”.

“Good if that is so, so do not bother people”, chirped my brother while a mocking smile as usual that comes out of nowhere.

“Terelah my brother, but I know that actually my brother is afraid later I do not need a brother anymore. Afraid of being forgotten gitu”, reply me while laughing triumphantly.

“Iyain aja deh”.

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After the departure of mother and bang Ariq, I decided to enter mother's room. My goal is to find a clue that can help me unravel this mystery. Something to do with dad. After almost an hour, I still haven't found any clues.

Oh my God, what I was looking for. My mumbling began to get frustrated.

Tired, I decided to leave my mother's room. However, when I was about to reach the doorknob, arrived – arrived I saw something unusual under the mother's bed. I palpated under my mother's bed until my hand held something.

Button sort. I thought while making sure.

Without a second thought, I immediately pressed down on it and opened the secret room to coincide with the shifting mother's bed.

Secret room? Oh, Mom, what – this apain. I feel like I'm a mafia mother.

Soon I'm heading down. The room was very simple with many photos of the father hanging almost on all the walls.

Just like a museum. But, why did you even put it on display here? Could my guess be right?

After searching every corner of the room, I found a piece of worn paper. I took the paper and read it. Instantly my body stiffened while holding tightness in the chest.

Then, I decided to go back upstairs after I found something that could be a clue for me. I returned the room as before and immediately left the mother's room.

That night, Uncle Salman and Doni returned to our house. Today's dinner was more crowded than usual.

”Sara, have you made the decision to go to school where? Let Doni also get one school with you”, asked uncle while chewing his food.

“Udah, Uncle. I decided to go to Cakrawala” High School.

“SMA Cakrawala?”, my reply surprised my mother, uncle, and brother.

“Why? Isn't that one of the best SMA's? I want to study there and you guys take it easy, Doni will also come with me”, I said to calm them down.

“Mother does not agree”, replied my mother full of decisiveness.

“Give me one reason, then I will let go of my wish, Bu”, I said as I looked at my expectant mother.

Mother chose to turn her face away. My heart is disappointed again. I was expecting the reaction that Mom gave me. And it made me more confident to step up.

“Aunt Inara, believe me I will take care of Maisa, so aunt can let Maisa achieve her dream”, my cousin Doni tried to convince my mother.

Silence, until I decided to ask again.

“Give me one reason, then I'll let go of my wish, ma'am. Tell me, what makes mom not allow me, while the girls here are among those who go to school there and they are good – fine”, shaking my lips spoken, but I have to say.

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That time came, the time where I would start my life as a high school student. After a long argument, my mother finally let me go. And here I am now. I look at the building that will be my place to explore knowledge.

Cakrawala High School is one of the best schools and taken into account. Many want to go to school there, but of course with intense competition. Not far from the building, there was another building. If I had guessed, that building must have been a dorm building.

The wind that hit my face widened my smile as if I was in a beautiful place. No matter how many pairs of eyes think I'm weird, this is me.

After being satisfied, I decided to register at the princess dormitory. The girls' dormitory building has six floors. Each floor has a builder to control the inhabitants of the dormitory.

The 1st and 2nd floors are reserved for new students, the 3rd and 4th floors for XI grade students, and the 5th and 6th floors for XII grades. As for the dormitory of the son only consists of three floors.

After getting the room password, I headed straight for the room. I saw at the end of the hallway right and left seen some students gathered. Out of curiosity, I chose to take my foot there.

The amazement made me smile again. How not, this dormitory turned out to provide access using the elevator.

Is this a dorm or a hotel? Facilities do not play – play. Many people want to go to school here.

Ah I'm so lucky. I can go to school here, for free again. I'm right – really can't wait for tomorrow. I screamed in my heart while smiling to myself.

After coming to my senses from my daydream, I saw some people looking at me cynically. Then, one of them advanced right in front of me.

“Still sane? Here is not for mentally ill patients”, he said as he passed with his friend –.

I was shocked to hear that speech.

“I? Mental patient? She's a crazy time?”.

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