I'm the Princess of an Actor

Chapter 10: Meeting High School Friends

"No! Because I'm sure he's been gone for 19 years."

"Pray that he may be alive!"

"He died a long time ago carrying his sin for hurting Mom."

Mom fell silent, then turned her face away from me. "She's a beautiful woman, you must be proud to be born from her!" Mom smiled, but a smile that held sadness.

"I've seen her face, she's beautiful, but I feel humiliated to be born from an affair like her!"

"KHANSA!" Mom's clasping makes me flinch, again mom's mad for someone who's gone.

"Don't be mad at me for the woman who hurt you."

"He did hurt Mom, but it wasn't his fault. She's a good woman."

"It's not wrong, is it mom's fault? Didn't you? Where is there a good woman who becomes the destroyer of another woman's household? There is no Mom! She was nothing more than a heartless woman!"

Unknowingly I raised my voice in front of my mother, something I had never done in all this time. And this time I did it just because of someone I never even knew existed in this world.

"You talk Khansa!"

"Why am I keeping talking to a woman like her?" I asked with breath. Why else would I have to argue with mom for someone who's been dead for so long?.

Mother did not answer, she turned behind me. I saw my mother rubbing her tears slowly.

"Go and find him. Whenever you come back, this house will always be open for you" he said slowly and then entered the room.

I was silent in the place, staring at the house I had lived in for 19 years. I thought, I'm leaving this house for two things, wandering or getting married. Unfortunately, now I'm leaving not for those two things, but for something that never occurred to me.

I lifted the bag lying on the floor, sighing for a moment.

"I'll definitely be back, ma'am." I said.

...🍁...

I just got to the dining hall Bu Jumaroh which is usually open in 7 hours, and now it's almost ashar. However, this large stall looks still closed, or maybe closed early?. Because it will usually close at 5 pm.

Previously, I intended to say goodbye to him as well as submit my resignation. However, looking at the deserted stall, it seems like I have to go to her house directly.

I looked at the stall again, I tried to call the woman who had been my boss for 5 months, but her phone number was off.

I was still confused, when a middle-aged woman who was none other than the owner of the grocery store next to the food stall came to me.

"Bu Jumnya not selling Mba Khansa, this morning can call from the hospital he said his son was in an accident, a hit-and-run victim," explained Bu Idah to my surprise.

"Astaghfirullah's. If you can tell which hospital?" I'm just impatient.

Ms. Idah was silent, looking thoughtful. "If not wrong Bakti Husada hospital," he said later.

After saying that, the woman in her 40s over went back to her grocery store. While I was still so surprised to hear it. I immediately drove my motorcycle to the hospital in the district, bought a fruit parcel on the way. After arriving I immediately asked where the room was at the reception guard.

"Rose room number 43."

Stepping quickly towards the room in question, I walked quickly until I had not expected someone to hit me from behind.

The man dressed in all black who was also seen in a hurry, he tried to cover his face with a mask, glasses, and hat. Makes me think he's committed a crime and he's on the run. Especially when he saw some new wounds on the back of his left hand.

The parcels I carried fell scattered, the fruits inside touched the floor.

"Sorry!"

I wanted to curse her hard because I measured everything with money. However, his steps that have been too far make me stop doing it. Prefer crouching to pick up fallen fruits.

"Khanza?"

I looked at the familiar voice. Huda, the calm-faced guy who became a friend of my High School. His friendly smile was still the same as the last time we met, there was not much difference in his physique other than the formal attire that increasingly displayed his handsome face.

The guy I used to love at High School I've never seen since the breakup. Reportedly it just disappeared like swallowed by the earth.

"Young?"

"Not met for a long time." Her hand was stretched out to me with her sweet smile.

"Yes, how are you?." I stood up and returned his hand.

"good. What are you doing here?" the question made me instantly realize my parcel was scattered with the money that the man had put down.

"It was going to look at my boss's son who was being treated here. But there was someone who accidentally bumped, so..."

Huda immediately took all the fruit and the money, returned it to me.

"It's actually not my money, but the money of the guy who crashed earlier. I thought everything could be done with what money?" my grunts stared at the red sheet which turned out to be five.

"Udah accept it, a sgep aja sustenance" he cetus laughed crisply.

"But the parcel is still not helped!"

"Would you use that money to buy again?"

Ah right too, after all the man gave it to her, didn't he? This means that this money is rightfully mine. Hudapun offered to drive me, I also agreed. After buying the parcel, we walked together to Bu Jum's nursery.

"Well, you want to come here?" he asked as we reached the intended room, I nodded in confusion.

"This is my sister's nursery."

"Huh, really?"

.........

After Huda explained, I understood that he was the eldest son of Bu Jum who had three children. Huda had been studying abroad until he was never seen again.

Now, we are accompanying her second-year junior sister who suffered a leg injury, due to an accident when she escaped from a man who tried to abuse her. While Bu Jum rested at home because of high blood relapse after almost a day of vigil.

While still cool chatting with them, the sound of the tv that aired the news caught our attention. A man was killed near the school with two chest shots.

"That's the guy who tried to rape my sister!"

Huda and I were shocked to hear his sister's words. Didn't expect if the man who even failed to carry out the action was finally killed horribly.

"Did you do it?" Huda asked the younger brother, who immediately shook his head.

"Where could he be, he's the victim here, after all the wound in the body of the perpetrator is a gunshot wound, and Vania doesn't even have a gun." I try to calm down.

"I'm just afraid that Vania will be brought up in this case" Huda said in a panic.

"I think so, but only as a witness."

"There was an older brother who helped me get away from the man, maybe he was..."

Seriate.