GOODBYE

23. Is something wrong?

Tomorrow. “File, you go to the BP” room said Mr. Guardian Class.

“Iya, sir,” replied the suspect, grimacing resignedly.

Friends chuckle. They knew Akas' escape yesterday, knew also his intent and purpose. Just now, they asked for his story.

“Forward undaunted, defending the pink,” one sings aloud without being asked.

Rouse the class with laughter. Almost everyone knows. Ordinary, MLM, mouth by mouth. Yesterday before fleeing, Akas did talk to some friends. Know-know, now many know “ by itself”. Miraculous too.

Long story short, be the eagle is shocked Pak BP who “PM” his school. Sentenced to stand in the middle of the basketball court, until further notice. Haah, hah, pretty good too. But, Akas is ready, from yesterday was ready. It's okay, he accepted his sentence with a free hand because he was aware of the mistake. Besides, compared to Asih, small beginning mah...

Now, about half-time nine in the morning. Bravely, Akas walked into the rounder in the middle of the basketball court. The round line was deliberately held for the means of punishing students, both badung and not badung, if caught breaking school rules. Unless the keblet pees, do not try to get out of the narrow round line. You see, there will be an additional punishment period without a chance of remission.

First, just adem-ayem. The sun is still in the east. Akas stayed facing west so that his forehead to his back. Yes, it's a little hot, hot morning sun that's good for health. Temptation of the girls from the class over there, he responded with a peculiar whimper of his Jawa who said they were qualified seductively. Really, Akas heard themselves saying that sometime ago. Sweet Java is legit....

“Dear file, we-we also want dong..,” exclaimed one of the girls from the window hole. Welcomed giggling his friends.

Well, spread to other classes turned out to be news of his blur yesterday. Must be a story of causes because of a package. Heemhs....

Break nine, safe. By ten, Akas smiled. Usually this kind of punishment rarely goes beyond the first hour of rest that is ten. Teng teng teng. Serenity of convicts was widened, finished. You see, it's getting hot. Magelang is really hot. Heat, stinging. Tryable.

However, until Teng teng teng again, which means back in class, it turns out that he has not been released. Busyet, why? “What was my offense yesterday including heavyweight? Feelings no. Kan, not fighting?” Akas muttered in his heart. All students here know, a grave offense is fighting in a school setting or other form of violence. He just ran away for a day? Everywhere, around the world, truancy is not usually considered a criminal act. Just a civil, administrative matter. Then, why is this?

Furthermore, frankly it is not light anymore. Sunlight gushed almost right into the crown. Akas's uniform is soaked like after being soaked. The top of his trousers was wet semriwing, holding back the sweat that slid down. His friends also felt that something was wrong. A concerned tone emanated from the faces there. Confused them, just like the eagle.

The bells again clang for a second break, at twelve noon. Akas waited in the heat, some of his caribs approaching.

“Why, Cash? You keep a secret, huh?” ask one of the. That is, there may be other mistakes made by Akas but they are not yet known, but discovered by Pak BP who “PM” it.

I shook my head, “Yesterday, that's it. No more, no less.”

“Certain, why is this?”

“Ndon't know me either. I know, hot euy. Busyet...”.

Akas wagged the button openings on his shirt. Sweat also spills.

Fortunately, Mr. Principal approached. Apparently he noticed the ongoing unfamiliarity at the roundabout of the basketball court.

“What is this?” she asked.

Seeing the opportunity, Akas reveals his case. Exactly the same as what he told BP this morning.

Mr. Kepsek mangosteen, rather mesem. “Ya. Now you're back in class,”.

I grinned in relief, his friends too.

“Thank you, Sir,”.

The Principal nodded, then passed by while laughing softly.

Heemhs....

Apparently, yesterday Mr. BP came home suddenly. The sick child must be hospitalized immediately. Because of the rush, he forgot to leave the “korban” that was being set. The authority of the BP Master can be said to be almost absolute. Perhaps it can be likened to the authority of the Chairman of the MA in a country. No other party in the school feels entitled to interfere in matters of guidance and counseling, aka law-punishing. Be akas like a rolling goat, mature sunburnt hot Magelang. However, Mr. BP gentle apologized, and Joko Jowo did not want to prolong the problem. “It's okay, Sir. Maybe this is part of my struggle,” he said, smiling. You see, it feels as if Asih there is also messing with him. Fortunately, I did not see this cute incident....

* * *

Days change. The relationship of Akas with Asih is maintained through correspondence. Every week, Akas sent letters to Randu Alas, and every week he received letters from there. The beginning is a bit slippery too. Akas who was boiling, flushed Asih with consecutive letters. There, Asih was the same, watering Akas with a series of fortified letters. So, don't keep the story. A piece, it feels like a short story is not a novel. Fortunately, this bad situation can be done. They agreed one week each. Send one, receive one. That's delicious, like a slack.

And, because of this routine, Rani finds out....

“Your girlfriend, Cash?” she asked.

At first Akas grimaced, unwilling to answer. But, it is impossible to continue so because the Asih letter came to the house. His brother accepted because he was in school. Yes, I have, confess.

Rani mesam-mesem heard his sister's story. “Oo, ‘AH’ is Asih Hayati, to? Kirain Aden Haji,” he said seductively. “ Have been nervous This Mbak, kirain countryman, hehehe..”.

Akas. Damn it, cook the men? Crazy what?

“Which girl? Where's his acquaintance?” ask Rani again.

“From near here, Mbak.”

Akas nodded, while grinning.

“Who?”

Akas.

“Kas, who?” insist brother. Glaring now, curious seems.

Like before, Akas was trying to survive. It's nothing, be aware of the risks. But, let alone him, wong Mas Tomo whose PM officer just fade in the eyes of China Mbak Rani. You see, like Dewi Kwan Im's. It's hard to resist, right? So Akas opened, because his brother was determined to force....

“What is Kyai Sanusi?” Rani looks shocked again. “Yang mana”

“The youngest,” Akas replied, slowly.

Rani was silent, apparently remembering a famous clerical family member whose house is not far from here. “Means, her sister Mbak Riyah, right?” he asked later.

Akas nodded. Nyi Mas Riyah is Asih's elder brother. After his mother died, he was the mother's successor in the family of Kiai Ahmad Sanusi. All brothers and sisters are subject to his command. I can leak this info from Asih by mail. He said, the brother was fierce euy....

“Which one?” Rani asked again, then mentioned Nyi Mas Riyah's sister whom she knew. All of them, except the pink princess.

“Bungsuya, Ma'am. It's not here. Kan, is mesantren in Solo?”

Rani mangosteen, looking at her youngest sister.

“Why, Ma'am? Guaranteed ayu kayak Mbak. Believe, hehehe..” Akas chuckles.

“Crust me about ayune. Mbak Riyah same with her sisters are beautiful, who are handsome men. Just, are you sure?”

“Yakin. One thousand and one degrees Celsius heat.”

“This you, invited to talk seriously even grin,” grumbled Rani.

“Serious to me, Ma'am. Yaqin,” Akas imitates the style of Mbah Bagyo yaqin first, whose jaw goes up and down it.

Rani smiled, looked closely at her sister, then sighed.

“As far as you are, sing be careful,”.

“Quiet, Ma'am, I'm cucune Mbah Bagyo..

“What does Mbah Bagyo have to do with this?” Rani is sweet-talking.

“Lho? Means Mbak Rani also does not know Mbah Bagyo with the truth, huh? Just like before, time has not known me fully,” Akas nyerdeh.

“Know, what?” Rani added glancing, the more beautiful.

“Truly don't know?”

“What?”

“Mbah Bagyo kan elange Batu Raden,” Akas nyengir.

“Oo, so you feel like your grandson is an eagle?”

“Lha yes, right? Sister Rani female, I lanange, hehehe...”.

Rani laughed. “Already, go there. Dizziness me near the bondol eagle. Love to target girls people.”

“Not bondol, Ma'am, my eagle is,” Akas said, replying to a joke.

“Terussle, equally bird.”

“No can, other prints. Black bondol, white eagle.”

“You are white, what?” Rani glared again.

“Yes, Asih said somewhat, hehehe.

Anxiously, Rani grabs her sandal. Akas quickly fled outside the house while continuing to chuckle.