Love At SMK

Sequestered

The sun starts to shine. Accompanied by morning dew dripping clear grains of foliage. A 16-year-old boy stuck himself in the mirror. Bounced the figure of an ayu girl in butih clothes with an ash-gray skirt wrapped in a tie with the same color.

Tie tie neck as proof. That he has a strong mind. Ayu's face was never polished make up like a friend her age. But her beauty never wants to lose when compared to those who have thick makeup and quarrel.

"Mom.. Prisha went to school first!" Pamit Prisha to her mother.

Asking for mother's blessing is something that must be done before he leaves school. He hopes to always get blessing and luck at every step.

Not only blessing, but also an allowance of 20,000 rupiah. A sizable allowance for the son of a farmer living in Jepara. Not without reason Ratna gave money with a lot of money. But the cost of one-way freight is 5000 rupiah. Very cheap when compared to the cost of online taxis in big cities.

"Yes nduk" said Ratna who stopped her sewing activities for a moment.

Hand tetulur gives do'a and passion for children who only study at SMK. Hope is not much. He just wants his son to be a more successful person than he is. Being a happy person even though not having a fortune.

"This is your hand why?" Tanya Ratna then.

Prisha know. How hard he hid the wound in his hand. His parents will know about it and find out the cause. They don't have money. Can not dwell when they know that those who commit adultery are those who have power. Those who wander treasures. But at least one attention is enough to represent and show deep affection.

"Nothing buk.. There was a little incident yesterday MPLS. But this is okay. It's treated" Prisha said.

Lies are not a justified nature. But to calm the heart and not make the burden of the mind it is still done. In the hope Ratna was not so was was to let him go to school.

Subscription angkot driver named Karnadi was waiting in an ordinary place. Not without reason, because that place is where he picked up Rizki. Waiting for the school children who become his subscription every day. Take them to their destination with a reward of rupiah that is expected to be able to sustain life supporting the wife's children.

Angkot. The 4-wheeler turns along with the gas that the driver is plugging. Walk fast, but always with caution. Because everything is not about money. There is a great responsibility to deliver the customer safely.

"SMK Kusuma left yes sir" said Prisha. The angkot pulled over. To bring down students who attend school with him. Not to forget he gave a piece of money describing the hero Dr. KH Idham Chalid in return for the services that have been provided. Do not forget to say thank you also in a form of respect to have delivered to the destination.

School is so crowded. Students came in the same uniform. There was a bit of fear in Prisha's heart given all the ill-treatment from Elina and the gang. But the high spirit of learning is able to erode that sense. Turning fear into self-motivation to fight more until reaching the desired goal.

"Prishas. New ones, huh?"

The word welcomed Prisha's new steps into the gate. His ears are familiar with the sound. A voice that continues to make his days gloomy. The voice that made his heart throb pain because it continued to get insults. Prisha. Try to catch your ears and move faster. But the move swallowed because his arch-enemy was able to align his steps. His shoulders were tightly embraced like he did not want to lose.

"It's so arrogant about this shit. There was something about yesterday" Elina said, starting the action. But Prisha remained silent a thousand languages. Not subsided. Elina's heart is getting bigger. He tells Fita and Mega to drag him to the school warehouse. Elina trailed behind while watching the people so that no one would suspect her.

An empty space filled with dust with already unused equipment was their goal. Prisha was pushed into the room with all her might until she fell down. Without mercy they let Prisha locked alone in that stuffy room.

"El.. Please open the door"

Shouted Prisha from inside. He banged on the door that had been locked from the outside. Her tears are melting. But he kept begging. Hope there is a little compassion from those who have been more familiar 3 years for studying at the same school.

Teeett's.. Teeeit... Teeeted..

The sound of the bell 3 times indicates that school learning will begin soon. Start with a Monday ceremony in the school yard which is also used for the field.

"Ha.. Prisha, haven't come yet?" Ask Gita who did not see Prisha marching in the courtyard.

"Tell possible" replied Hani lightly.

They don't know if the person they're talking about right now is in the school environment. His body curled up holding his knees with his head bowed. The hope is only one. He wanted to survive this dust-filled room.

Indonesian song has been recorded. Signs that the ceremony is still going on. Prisha began to realize, if the destiny would not change if he did not make an effort. Tears that were on his cheeks. He began to look around the room. I wish there was a gap to escape.

Apparently God was still kind to him. He could have gotten out of the barn safely. Let his hand be wounded by a thorn in the bush where he leapt from the window. What is important on the first day of school he can attend and study with his friends in Fashion Class.

"Maisha.." Pekik Manda was surprised by Prisha's presence. Her uniform was dirty full of dust and there were some wild plant spines stuck to her skirt. Her eyes were all full of hinting that she had just finished crying.

"Where did Sha come from. How new come dateng? Isn't it possible that you're late?"

The flirting of the question from Gita made him smile a little. It's good to have friends who worry about it.

"There was a little incident earlier. So I came late." Prisha said without wanting to burden the chronology of its occurrence.

"A late? How come you're not being punished up front?" hani said suspiciously. Prisha can't even wiggle. He just smiled awkwardly in response to Hani's words.

"That's not to be discussed. Mending now loe to the bathroom cleanin uniform. Before any teachers come in." Said Gita trying to stop the debate.

Prisha and Gita step into the girls' toilet located not far from the classroom of the fashion department. Arriving at the toilet Gita helps Prisha clean the uniform by brushing it with a clothes brush located in the toilet.

"What really happened to Sha?" Ask Gita carefully.

"there's nothing.. Really" replied Prisha who was still busy cleaning her uniform.

"Relatedly? If there is nothing, why do weeds stick in your uniform? Even if you're late and jump the fence there can't be this."

Gita asked as she showed the weed she had just pulled out. Prisha can't wiggle. He is not a good drama player who lies. But he also could not tell everything that happened between him and Elina. If only Elina knew there would be a new tactic to harm Prisha.

~{Harta is not everything, but everything can be obtained with treasure}~