JUNIOR
part 17's
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The wind passed peacefully, hitting the face gently, in the cloudy weather in the morning of Andara High School.
The two couples who were in the school roftoop were still in a quiet position opposite where Vana leaned on the roftoop barrier, while Saga stood firmly before her.
Neither Vana nor Saga, no one wants to open their voices. Moreover Saga who when he said he wanted to talk to the woman.
“Five more minutes bell,” revealed Vana showing a sky blue watch that coiled in her hand.
Saga took a quick glance at the watch and exhaled a rough breath. Back again staring at Vana's flat face as if implying something.
The man brought his body closer to Vana, eroding the distance. Then take one hand and hold it tightly.
“Sorry,” whispered, bring his face closer to his wife's face.
Vana furrowed her brows, gazing within Saga's bead eyes, looking for the crack of a lie there. Naughtiness! He didn't find it.
“Create?” the woman was almost inaudible. Damn heart!
“Because I've been cuey the same since we got married. Now, I want to change everything. I just want you the only one,” explained Saga, holding a necklace that he bought last night in fun fair.
“The price of this necklace is not how much, compared to the price of lo in my eyes. I'm sure, if now ...”
One eyebrow Vana raised, when Saga hung her words.
“Gue love same lo.”
Touched. That's his feeling now. It was obvious that he did not expect Saga to be this romantic. It felt like he was screaming and traveling the world with the man and would never let go of his grasp.
A thin smile rose at the corner of his lips. Moreover, seeing the sincere smile of the man. His heart was really touched. Does Saga really love her?
“But boong! Don't geer lo! I just ngetes doang, want to shoot a girl after night. Hopefully his response is just as rich. Thanks for the time!”
After saying that, Saga immediately stepped foot leaving Vana who was pecking with her face there.
“Bangke!” the woman clenched her hands. Saga is really shitty! Basic useless!
***
Saga walked all the way to the ground floor, entering a toilet not far from her class. I don't know why his spirit is gone today. He himself does not know why.
Inside the toilet, the man looked at his reflection in the large mirror that had been provided there. Clenching hands, where there is still a necklace that was actually purchased for Vana.
Basic prestige!
“Stupid lo Saga, I'm stuck! Very bego, anyway! Why do you have to say but boong, bego?!” he caught the rough hair.
His breathing was increasingly hunting, he really hated his prestige. Though at first, he wanted to speak sincerely, but he pulled back for prestige reasons.
“Ouch! Anjir, pain euy!”
The man raised one of his aching legs, while deliberately kicking solid materials there, aka the sink channel.
Grunting, turning the water faucet, then washing the hot face there. Adems.
He looked up again, looking at his face that had been stolen by water and there were still many water droplets there.
“Gue is handsome, basically. That's why all the girls bow to me! Heh, handsome guy mah free.”
***
The clock is 19:30. Vana has just finished performing Isya‘ prayers and is tidying up his prayer tools.
For a moment the woman pondered, thinking of her fate that was already like a wife in a soap opera file. Being hurt and not considered.
Sometimes he wanted to avenge Saga's treatment, but his mother's words used to ring clearly in his ears.
Pada saat empat tahun lalu, ketika ibunya sedang sakit dan parah-parahnya, dia pernah pernah berpesan kepada Vana.
“Son, later if you have a husband, never sin with him. Because it is really a wife, she who will not argue. Do not volunteer to your husband one day, because your heaven is under his feet.”
“But, Ma. If my husband is evil rich in movies how?” ask Vana plain.
“You know Siti Asiyah?” ask his mother, but do not give Vana a chance to think, immediately said.
“She whose arrival is humbled by heaven, as well as one of the women whose name is in Al–Quran. Do you know who her husband is?”
Vana shook her head, still listening to her mother's story.
“King of Fir. The most cruel king of all time in the time of Prophet Moses a.s.”
“The cruelness of people today, will not be more cruel than the King of Fire, ‘kan?”
Two days after that, her mother died and that was the last message that was said to her only daughter.
Unknowingly, Vana dropped her tears, recalling the gentle touch and reprimand from her mother that nothing could replace. Even his papa.
“Mama,” lirihnya sitting, dropping tears as hard as possible from the eyelids.
Unknowingly, there was someone peering out from the gap of the room door that was slightly open.
“Gue has really hurt you, Va?” muttered that person from back there, then stepped away from Vana's room.
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Sorry for typo🙏
