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A HEART TO BE GUARDED

“Mama ..!” pekik Arqee hugging Kinanti. The horse-pointed girl greeted her mother's return happily.

“Tumben, Mama home spit. Arqee's board was there, ‘kan?” Arqee glanced at the plastic bag Kinanti was carrying.

Kinanti gave a smile, then stroked the Bungsu's cheek gently, handing the groceries to him. Sometimes, there is guilt in the heart of the woman because lately less time for the Twins.

The two of them walked towards the living room, then landed on the sofa made of pale brown camel leather. The increasingly sloping Bagaskara on the horizon peered from the two-meter-high glass window through the left wall.

A wool rug was slapped on the floor. A block-shaped walnut table with a chandelier on it, further illustrates the coolness of the contemporary style house.

“Mama's not feeling well anymore, honey. So, just asked permission to go home. By the way, how was the school today, son?” Kinanti asked the Bungsu who was sitting next to her.

“Not so bad ...” Arqee said uninspired as she lowered her gaze.

Kinanti again put down the phone she just picked up. He had decided to contact Surya. He noticed a change in the face of his daughter. It seems, the Bungsu wants to tell you something.

“Not so bad? Is that right, honey?” Kinanti stroked her son's hair slowly. He tries to lure Arqee into telling stories.

“Entah, Ma,” replied Arqee not excited.

“Anything wrong with you? Tell me more, Sweety.”

Arqee just stared at the ceiling while tapping her lips with her index finger, as if she was weighing something. “Hmm, how, huh? Arqee confused mo starting from where.”

“But, mama change clothes and wash hands first.” Kinanti interrupted for a moment the conversation between them was about to move towards the upper floor. Honestly, his body was not ready to listen to the princess. It takes freshness to get rid of fatigue.

“Contact so, Ma! Later, deh!”

“Heh. How not to be?

Kinanti who had just set a step onto the steps, stopped immediately and turned towards the kitchen to just wash her face. With the face towel still on his shoulder, Kinanti again sat beside Arqee.

“Come, story to mama! Mom dengerin.”

“But, Mama don't get mad, huh?”

Kinanti nodded and retorted with a short demeanor. His premonition was right, something was covered up by Arqee.

“So, Ma. In Arqee's class, right, there's a new kid. Girl, her name is Karin. Her son is beautiful, and by the way his English is eloquent, Ma. Cool anyway! Arqee Mo studied cas-cis-cus ama him, but not so,” said Arqee opened the topic.

“Loh, why not be?”

“Okay! His son is arrogant, picky-picky,” replied the girl with a pouting face. He shook his head quickly.

“Trus why nyeritaiin him? Inget says mom, ‘kan? We do not need to pay attention to people who make us uncomfortable. You pretty much ignore.” Kinanti rubbed Arqee's head.

Slowly, Arqee rested her head on her mother's shoulders. “Arqee was called a BK teacher, because she fought the same fight.” Arqee handed me a letter from behind her back.

The letter with the name of the school received Kinanti slowly. Kinanti sighed furiously, confirming once again the look on the princess's face that was still serious. He looked at the youngest and the letter in turn. Although with soothing eye beads, it still shadows BK space as if it had called out to him.

Kinanti admitted, although born twins, Sharqee and Arqee have a much different character.

Arqee, who was born the last, does have a temperament tends to be stubborn. His skin is darker than his brother's. Her appearance was more tomboyish than girls her age. Everyday prefer to wear T-shirts and jeans. He was the slowest to return home, having to follow the extracurriculars of karate and scouts. Not infrequently, Kinanti was busy buying camping equipment when the school held a campground. Bungsu also likes to learn foreign languages. The dream he always told me was to travel around the world when he grew up.

In contrast to Sharqee who prefers to be alone and more quiet. The Eldest prefers to grind his curly hair. He spent more time in the room until his skin was pale white. Sometimes, Kinanti accidentally read Sharqee's poems and short stories in the princess' laptop folder. There is pride in the Eldest because some Sharqee short stories have been published in children's magazines. He declined Kinanti's talent in literature. Her character is gentle, loving, but a little crybaby.

“Why did Arqee fight with that kid?” Kinanti still said in a soft tone. Slowly, he opened the contents of a letter from the counseling teacher telling him to attend school.

“The end of Arqee sprained her talk. So, we fought trus jambak-jemba.” Arqee jerked her legs, then straightened her body again.

Kinanti was surprised, then tilted to look at Arqee's face. It's starting to get serious, he thought.

“Emang he said what, kok sampe kek that, Nak?”

“The story is long, anyway, Ma. Arqee, right, again in the toilet room, kept suddenly the sound from behind the door. It turns out that Karin is just as gang, kek again says who it is. Finished peeing, Arqee out the shock truck as she squirms Kak Sharqee again sobbing.” Arqee paused for a moment the story. He looked up at the stairs, afraid that his brother would hear his complaint.

“Terus?” Kinanti began to wonder about the princess's story.

“Terus, Arqee see a lot of paper tearing around brother. Apparently, the tear was a collection of works by their brother who was torn, Ma. Hence, Arqee is angry and fighting with him,” said Arqee furious.

“So, that kid bully your brother?” ask Kinanti a little scream. Just a strong nod as Arqee's answer.

Kinanti who heard Arqee's words was shocked in disbelief. He shuffled from his seat towards the Eldest's room. Half-running, he stepped towards the second floor.

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