Is It Wrong Not All Right?

Pineapple Fried Rice

Fina doesn't want to go to school today. He's been haunted by anxiety even since last night, because tomorrow he has to present his duties in front of his friends. Fina was afraid of anxiety over mastering it. Fina was afraid that her body was shaking violently and her friends saw that. Fina is afraid of losing concentration. Fina was afraid that her words were rummaging around. Fina was afraid that her friends would realize that she was falling in the valley of depression. Fear and fear. That was all that filled his mind at the moment.

But, Fina did not want to lose with her anxiety. Therefore, today Fina decided to go to school. He will not escape.

Fina took a deep breath. Blow it out a moment later. Turn's arrived. Fina was invited by her teacher to come to the front of the class. Fina was always afraid to stand in front of the class alone. Being the center of attention. But, now, Fina managed to stand there, next to the screen that came from the media infocus for her presentation.

Fina's legs started to shake. Can be seen from her skirt that moves like being carried by the wind.. Fina tried to calm herself down. He opened his mouth, started the presentation. His voice vibrates. Nervous. Nope-no. He outnumbered nervous people in general.

His entire pair of friends' eyes shot towards him. Fina began to guess what they thought of her standing in front of the class. Does Fina look weird? Looks unnatural? What should Fina do? How to become normal?

“Eh see, his legs tremble,” the voice of men fad mengeletuk make the whole class so chuckle.

“Awas pissing in pants.” Other students chimed in, making the atmosphere even more crowded. Fina endured the embarrassment of being the subject of a one-class joke. His legs were shaking even stronger.

“That's see! Skirt motion.” One of the schoolgirls pointed at Fina's rocking skirt.

Fina was unable to continue the presentation. He turned right and ran away from the class.At least, he had dared to advance to the front of the class. That should be appreciated. Slowly face him. Little by little.

Fina's tears spilled as she ran towards the toilet. He felt failed. I feel like it will continue like this. Life is surrounded by anxiety. Full obstacle. I feel there is no solution for him.

Fina continued to ask inwardly. Till when? He wants to be free from the snare of anxiety. Want to be able to move normally like his friends. Without having shortness of breath, aches. Fina was getting frustrated. Feeling tired with everything. He continued to run faster, as if running away from reality.

Bruck...

His body hit someone in the hallway to the toilet. Win. They looked at each other for a while. Win looked puzzled looking at the girl's beautiful eyes muted with water.

Before Win asked what had happened, Fina had already hugged the body of the guy. Crying on his shoulders. One word that came out of Fina's mouth: “Capek.”

Win stroked Fina's back, calming her down. Win had no idea what was going on with the girl, but it didn't seem like the right time to ask her.

“There's me here.” Win ensure.

The hallway was silent for a moment. Filled with the sound of Fina's sobbing. Win let Fina cry on his shoulder, until he felt better.

...***...

Win drove Fina home on his motorbike, as soon as the bell rang. During the trip, Fina was silent. Win doesn't bother either. Fina's face looks a mess from the rearview mirror. Fina was losing her spirit. He feels empty. His brain displays his mother's hologram again. Fina suddenly missed him.

Win's motor arrives in front of Fina's yard. I haven't been home this afternoon. At least Fina had time to be alone and reconcile with her thoughts.

Fina got off the bike limply, giving the helmet she was wearing to Win. Win always holds a spare helmet in the trunk of his motorcycle.

Fina walked into the fence of her house, leaving Win still sitting on the motorbike.

“Lo can call me whenever you need,” Win said staring at Fina's back.

Fina continued walking straight to her house without leaving a reply. His mood is bad today.

After Fina closed the door of the house, the roar of motor sounds lit up. Win is gone.

Fina walked with a sad face towards the dining table. Sitting in one of the chairs that he used to sit on when he was having dinner with his Mother and Father. The table was empty.

Fina's mind was thrown into the past. This table is still crowded.

-flashback

Little Fina and Dad sat face to face at the dining table. Each one grasped a spoon and fork with an empty plate in front of him. Their two eyes were squinting at each other, as if enmity was brewing.

“Nasi fried pineapple is ripe! Who wants the first plate?” Mother turned off the stove, exclaiming.

“I... Me...” Fina hurriedly ran over to her mother in the kitchen that was fused with the dining room, carrying her cutlery.

Fina gave her plate to Mom. Mother weeded the pineapple fried rice from the frying pan to Fina's plate which at that time was still 7 years old.

“Yey... I'm the first person to get Mom's pineapple fried rice! It means that Mom loves me more than Dad!” Fina returned to the dining table with a plate of mother-made pineapple fried rice that had no two.

I just chuckled at Fina's words. Now it's his turn to take part.

The three of them ate together at the dinner table. Fried rice with a mixture of pineapple made by Mother has always been a favorite menu of the family. Fried rice can indeed be varied with many ingredients. One of them is pineapple. Pineapple gives a new taste to fried rice.

“Mr up first! It means that I love you more than Fina.” I cried out when the plate was clean.

“Mana there! There are no rules like that. Yeah, right, Ma?” Fina asked Mom.

Mom smiled to agree. The hooded woman had a warm and affectionate smile.

Fina returned to reality. A reality that the Maker of fried rice that he loved so much is gone. This table is silent. Sedu-sedan Fina took over. Fina drowned her face. Continuing crying. He still could not accept the departure of his mother.

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