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ANOTHER HEART

“Kakak, open the door, Nak?” call Kinanti while knocking on the door. There is no truth from within.

“Sharqeena Rahandika!” Kinanti exclaimed after a few minutes there was no response from within.

Not long after, the door opened. Sharqee's head poked out from behind the door. Kinanti pushed the door of the room, then circulated a gaze towards the princess' room. Sharqee was still pecking near the door. His face was pale, with messy hair.

“What the hell, Ma?” lirih Sharqee was not excited.

“Mama has been horrified from your sister about the incident at school.” Kinanti opened the conversation and sat down by the side of the bed beside her daughter.

There was no response from Sharqee. The girl who went down the dimple from herself was just downcast playing the tip of the pajama.

Kinanti continued her words. “Kok, sister diem aja, anyway? Why not report to guru?” He clasped Sharqee's fingers, then hugged and patted the glasses girl on the back.

“Udahlah, Ma. That's not a big thing. Brother is fine, kok.” Sharqee returned Kinanti's embrace with a somewhat forced smile.

His glance turned towards Arqee who was standing between the doors of the room. He was a little annoyed by his twin. As a result of Arqee and Karin's fight, the entire school became excited. The glimpsed Arqee immediately turned away from sight.

Obviously this is not a good thing for Kinanti. Although never bullied during school first, he had felt how sad it was. Remembering in the past, he had fought to defend Laras which was often the subject of ridicule from their friends because they were born from poor families.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Kinanti swept a glance across the entire part of the princess's room which was dominated by soft pastel colors. A photo collage in the color frame of the sparkling crust and various awards charters hang on the wall. Flickering tumbler lights add to the warm impression of the Eldest room.

A little different from the other princess's room. The Arqee room is more crowded with posters of boybands from the Ginseng Country.

Kinanti's gaze looked back at Sharqee. He held the tiny hand and rubbed it slowly.

“Mama see, Sister did lately rarely tell a story, prefer to be alone in the room ...” Kinanti grabbed Sharqee's fingers that still continued to twist the tip of the pajama.

Sharqee looked up at her mother, then lowered her head back.

“I'm sorry mom, yes, son, if you've been paying less attention lately. Even .... mama can't remember the last time you took a vacation,” explained Kinanti with a sad look.

There was guilt in the young mother's heart for missing attention to the development of her two daughters. Looks like tonight, he will discuss it with Surya.

“Ma, tomorrow if you meet the teacher BK, do not need to discuss and solve the problem today, yes. Really big sister no problem.” Sharqee is trying to make an impression if she looks good in front of Kinanti.

“Why not discussed? Precisely mama will ask for a detailed explanation of this matter,” explained Kinanti.

Still vivid in Sharqee's memory, Karin and friends take her to the end of a school corridor that happens to be deserted. Karin is upset that she was chosen as the lead vocalist in the choir for next month's art show.

“Eh, girl cupper! Is that you? Do you feel better now after making me like a loser? I don’t know why the master pose you over me!” Karin ruffled her waist in front of Sharqee. He continued to grumble in English with pride.

The 8th grade junior girl felt special because she had good foreign language skills among students at her school.

“What do you mean? I don't understand, Rin. Kan, that's the assessment from the exculpatory teacher. I also refused when my name was chosen, but he kept writing my name.” Although not as smart as Arqee in English, Sharqee broadly understood what the straight-haired student said.

“I’m new here. But, you know, I should’ve been the lead singer instead of you.” Karin's gaze stared at the glasses girl's cynical look.

Sharqee frowned, trying to digest what Karin had just said.

“Sometimes, I’d be disturbed to be beaten by a girl like you,” said Karin pongah. He caught the confusion from Sharqee's pretty face.

“Don't understand, did I say what? Search noh in gugel.” Karin's taunts were met with laughter by her three friends.

Sharqee let out a sigh, spread her gaze in the other direction, then tried to pass the four girls who had deliberately confronted her. He is not the type who likes to argue with his mouth just for something that he thinks is not important.

Fortunately there was a teacher who reprimanded them so that Karin and her friends were forced to leave Sharqee. Though, he was still not satisfied to ridicule Sharqee.

Kinanti rubbed Sharqee's shoulders, resuscitating the beautiful girl who had been staring blankly at the uniform hanging behind the door.

“Kakak, why daydream?” Gently stroked Sharqee's right cheek.

“Ah, no, Ma. Just thinking of schoolwork tomorrow.” Sharqee vows to cover up anxiety.

Kinanti knew that her daughter was hiding something. “Kakakak calm down. Tomorrow everything will be back. Yuk, mommy in kitchen nyiapin eat malem.” Kinanti held onto the shoulder of the white girl from behind. There was no rejection from Sharqee.

Not long after, the phone in the pocket of Kinanti's pants shook. See the name of the caller.

Aksars? Why doesn't this guy call me during work hours?

I don't know why Kinanti's heart beat is immediately timid and can't be said well. Kinanti glanced at the phone screen. He tapped on the red symbol on the screen, disconnecting the phone call. Right now, the woman's mind was more focused on her daughter's problems.

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