I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Begged

"Sir, Mum. Allow me to prove. If I'm not wrong." Begging by grabbing the hand of the homeroom teacher with tears. Hopefully, he is given a chance to clear his good name.

Miss Rose, her homeroom teacher just fell silent. Stare fixed Zahra with eyes that are already foggy.

"Mom, I was framed by Rara. That night, I went to her farewell party. I don't know, if my drink has been mixed with the medicine ma'am." Zahra's cries broke out in front of Mr. Sinaga and Ms. Rose. He stroked his chest which was aching and painful.

The problem he faced this time was very complicated. I don't know what he did wrong, in his previous life to Rara. Why did that woman ruin her life.

"You're framed?" look at Zahra's face that looks full of truth.

"Yes, Mom." Nodding his head in tears of despair. Zahra's nose was full of water, making it difficult to breathe. He repeatedly pulled her.

"Lap your snot." Zahra wiped her snot and her tears. By grabbing a tissue from a box proffered by the homeroom teacher.

"You were framed, but in the video. You seem to enjoy the game so much. In fact, you can talk like you know your co-star. Who's your co-star?" Zahra felt more and more cornered by Miss Rose's question. He really can't explain why he fell asleep. Zahra looked back. I was embarrassed because everyone saw his body.

"You're introducing that guy?" Zahra now raised her face, tears just kept falling. No more crying. Because, Zahra was tired by now.

"No, Mom." He said weakly, back down. She couldn't possibly say that it was her father Rara who wanted to desecrate her. He said, he won't solve the problem. The rich man's opponent.

"Zahras... I don't know what else to do to you, son!" Ms. Rose helped Zahra to get up and sit her in the chair. Give him Zahra drinking water. The frustrated Zahra, no longer interested in sipping water. He was very thirsty.

"From your story, I can believe. If Rara has already wronged you. But, the video is already circulating in this school. Sure, it'll get to the education service."

"Mom, Mom, help me Mom. I'm not stopping Mom. Soon the national exam. Just a few more months, ma'am." Zahra prostrated herself again before the homeroom teacher. If he's dismissed, it's his dream. He's a poor man. There is not necessarily a school where they want to receive it.

The homeroom teacher, grabbed Zahra's body and immediately hugged her. Zahra is an accomplished student. He even became a national OSN champion. But this problem is very sensitive. If he stays in school there. So the school image will be bad. Because it maintains students who do not know morals. People will not believe the explanation of the victim.

"Will I try to defend you, at the meeting this afternoon. But, I just say the bitter thing. Like you can't go to school here anymore. Later will be your defense mother, so as not to be in the D.O. You still have to quit this school and get a transfer letter." Obviously Mother Rose. Zahra shook her head in despair.

Moving schools, it's complicated. Not to mention, it costs money. And there is not necessarily a school that will accept it. Because of that case.

"Mom. Move to where am I, ma'am? where there is a school that will accept me, ma'am, we are poor, there is no one in Bu "Sira the weakness of Zahra, sounds heartbreaking.

TBC.