Love At SMK
chapter 26
Prisha cries in the school garden. He removed some meatballs, dumplings and other toppings that were still attached to his hair. The smell of the fruit is so strong. He must not have to go to the bathroom to clean his hair. So the nelangsa lives to be poor. Being a servant without payment. Insult. Always humiliated. He wants to fight but he is unable. Who's he. No one would defend him if he made a mistake. He was not a wealthy man who could buy everything with money. His parents were also not powerful people who easily turned things around. Let her now be beaten by Elina. In ostracized, debased, in aniyaya. He believes the wheel must be spinning. There will be a time when he will rise to be a successful person and improve the family economy. All he has to do now is learn, learn and keep learning. Achieve dreams and keep achieving.
Tears still flooded Prisha's cheeks. But he forced himself to move his feet away from the park to the women's toilet. Intended to clean his hair that was washed by poor bakwan. Due to lack of focus, accidentally his body hit someone who was still wearing a sports uniform. Make that guy complain
"Loe that if you use the eyes dong" said the man
"Sorry brother. Not intentionally" said Prisha who was still trying to hold back her cries. He did not dare to show his face to the person in front of him. Makes his interlocutor upset. He held Prisha's head and then dongkakkan. The man was shocked to find Prisha's face.
"Prishas. Why you deck?" Ask the man who turns out to be Rama. Senior who has worked on registration time. But Prisha's innocence actually considers Rama to save him.
"Why not, brother. Sorry Prisha accidentally hit Rama's brother. Prisha first yes brother. Prisha hurriedly went to the toilet" Without hearing Rama's reply, Prisha immediately went to continue her steps towards the toilet.
After Prisha died, Rama smiled meaningfully. He was so happy to meet Prisha when Prisha was feeling sad. He promised to continue to pay attention to Prisha and give a little attention until Prisha knew by him.
On the other hand, Prisha was struggling to clean her long hair from the smell of poor bakwan sauce. He dabbed his long hair under the faucet with his head lowered. She rubbed the bar bath soap provided by the school all over her hair. He kept his head down and cleaned his hair from the soap. After feeling clean, he immediately squeezed his hair and shook his mouth.
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"Sha.. Why is your hair wet?" Gita asked after they gathered in class.
"eeem... Eeemm.. That was a very hot hawa. My head's a little dizzy. So I just fell under the faucet. Let's hurry" Prisha replied with a stutter. He tried to find reasons that his friends could accept.
"You have an idea. Look at your clothes getting wet" Gita pointed at Prisha's wet puggung.
"Other times if the dizziness is mending to the UKS. Keep the medication sleeping. Tasty. No need to follow the lesson" said Hani chimed in. They were involved in small talk until there was a maple teacher who entered.
Time goes by so fast. I don't think the 4th lesson is over. They flocked out of class and immediately went home to each other. Some of them headed to the school parking lot to pick up a vehicle. There's a man in front of the gate waiting for the angkot and the bus. There were also people picked up by the driver.
"Sha.. Go home with me yes. Ride motor. Ntar all join the martial arts" Hani bargained as they stepped out of class.
"I'm sorry Han. I guess today I haven't been able to participate in extra kulikurel activities yet. Today is my first day working part-time." Prisha
"Where do you work?" Tanya Hani and Gita are curious.
"Working in a boutique. Itung itung help mom find extra pocket money." Reply Prisha who is still walking while holding the bag whose rope is broken.
"Ooo this. The story broke so it can not be carried" answered Prisha with a sad face.
"Jeez Sha. If the rope breaks why it is still used anyway. Should have been my elo chat this morning. Tell me you need a bag. I have a lot at home. Still worth wearing." Gita is so sorry for Prisha's situation. For a moment he stopped his steps just to hug Prisha. Giving strength. To understand that he is not alone. There are those who are ready to help.
"Thank You Git. But you don't have to bother. Let's make it to the house when I sew." Reply Prisha firmly. He does not want to be pitied by others just because he is poor. He will prove to everyone that poverty cannot stop him from achieving his dream.
Prisha, Gita and Hani split up at the school's parking lot. Hani and Gita take the vehicle. Prisha walked to the school gate.
"Dek Prisha" Sapa Rama while pushing his vehicle. It seems he was deliberately waiting for Prisha to launch the action.
"yes" answered Prisha while looking over.
"Sister Rama" said Prisha later after seeing who was walking beside him.
"Yes. I'm Rama. Still want to"
"Still snot brother. Brother who gave Prisha a letter to lose the registration card first. Thank you, brother. Because of Prisha's sister's help so you can take the test and get to school here now." Prisha again thanked the person who had evil intentions to him.
"Don't just thank doang dong. There must be a return" replied Rama who is still faithful to walk beside Prisha while pushing his motorbike towards the school gate. Her smile was sweet yet filled with veiled intent.
The students who carried motor vehicles walked towards the school gate by guiding his vehicle as Rama did. In SMK Kusuma does not allow to start the motorbike in the school area. The new motor can be turned on when it is at the gate. And also when we enter. The motor must be turned off when entering the school gate.
The journey from the parking lot to the gate is short. But Rama made the best use of that short time. He approached Prisha as if he were in love with the innocent girl.
"Sorry, brother. For now, Prisha has not been able to say anything to brother Rama. Later if Prisha already has money, surely my sister I give something as a sign of gratitude" said Prisha.
"I don't need a thank you like that. Just let me get to know you further"
Hearing these words Prisha could only bow down in shame. His face was red as a ripe tomato. Be aware. This was the first time Prisha had been approached by a man. Because since he was Junior High until now there has been no one approaching him.
"Sister could have. Yes, Prisha first, sister. Want to work part-time" Prisha walked away from Rama with a heart of flowering flowers.
