Love the Perfect Master

Season 2 ~ Wrong Orphanage

It was late in the afternoon, the time had already shown at four in the afternoon. The high school situation is already empty. There are only a few children who are still participating in extracurricular activities and also third-graders who get additional lessons. Approximately twenty percent of the number of students still in the school area.

Yet another with the atmosphere in the warehouse behind the school that was a little boisterous. A dozen boys gathered at the place. I don't know what they're doing in that shitty, shabby place. They entered secretly into the stifling room, having successfully bribed the school guards.

Cigarette smoke billowed through the air, filling the unused room. Darkening the view like a thick fog. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol spread everywhere, filling the sense of smell. At a table lined with several bottles of liquor . All the children gathered in that place, were already on the verge of his consciousness. Some are drunk and some are already fly. Right, they are the wrong kids.

At a young age, they are addicted to alcohol. Actually, drugs. Sabu, ecstasy, it's common for them.

Adam Haikal Azzami was among the children. Somehow the sweet boy turned 180 degrees. Being a brash and dissident child.

The flashback

Adam's Junior High graduation day was the saddest day for him. All children are accompanied by their parents. While he, his parents are still fresh. But none came. It felt like Adam wanted to cry, lamenting his poor and bitter fate.

Both of his parents could not be blamed, because he himself rejected them. Every Ray and Medina came to the house of Inspiration. He never wanted to meet them. Tens of times his mother came crying, he ignored her. He could only look silently from upstairs. He was too cowardly to meet his mother's father and find out that he was unwanted.

He came to attend the graduation ceremony alone, Opa Ilham was also too busy with his work despite his age. Adam understood that everything was done for him, his only granddaughter.

"How pathetic I am. Look at them with their parents. Graduated with mediocre grades but they look happy."

"And look at me. I became the best graduate. Even the tallest in the city. However, it felt like everything I had done all this time was in vain. Champion one, medal, trophy, for whom? No one will praise me. Nothing is*praise me. Graduating with the highest grades, not one bit makes my heart happy. No one came and congratulated me. No one hugged me and said I'm proud of you**Nak**," Adam murmured inwardly.

It felt as if his eyes were heating up to see the affection of his friends and parents. He feels very envious. Both corners of his eyes were ready to make a river.

Until when he enters High School, everything changes. He was very frustrated with his boring and miserable life. Never again did the boy learn, for no one would praise him when his grades were good. He only went to school according to his opinion without a clear purpose. The boy was completely lost his way.

Adam who used to be spoiled Ilham became increasingly naughty and rebellious. The thing that Medina was so afraid of now really happened. Adam became an unruly child.

It's not just that. Adam was often suspended for being involved in fights with his friends. Making Inspiration more dizzy every time called to school.

And the worst, he is easily exposed to the seduction of his friend. With the lure of gaining tranquility, his friend persuaded Adam to participate in consuming the illegal goods. Adam who was still very unstable was shaken. Until he got it wrong.

Until now, half a year has been entangled with alcohol and illegal drugs. The lack of thoughtfulness of Inspiration made Adam feel free. Nobody gets angry, nobody watches, nobody scolds. He felt like he was on the cloud.

Flashback off

Suddenly the door of the warehouse was wide open, after it was forcibly broken. Two male teachers entered the room.

They were shocked and very angry to see his protege rolled over because of drunkenness and some stoned.

"Astagfirullahaladziim," the sports teacher stroked his chest because he saw his students who had wrong relationships.

"Let's take it to the UKS room, sir," invited the picket teacher who was on guard at the UKS.

With great difficulty they brought the students to the UKS room. Because of their number of too many finally they were laid on the floor that had been given a mattress.

Half an hour later, their parents had already picked up. The teacher explained everything in detail, all the parents were very shocked, not expecting their children to be wrong.

The teacher asked their parents to take their children to the doctor for treatment before things got any further. The teacher also requested that they supervise their children intensively.

The parents asked the school to forgive them. They want their children not to be expelled from school.

Mr. Teacher considered, he felt sorry if the children had to drop out of school. So Mr. Teacher gave another chance and promised not to report to the principal. They breathe a sigh of relief.

Until they take their children away. Adam was still helpless. The opinion did not come, making the sports teacher pity the boy. He called opa Adam again. Only after half an hour did Adam pick him up. The teacher explained everything.

"Sir, you better pay more attention to your grandchildren. Adam's mischief was already on the threshold of reason. If Adam makes another mistake, we can't guarantee that your grandchildren will continue to study at this school" the teacher explained.

"You don't know who I am? I am the biggest donor at this school. And you dare threaten me?" ilham said not accept.

"Sorry sir, I didn't mean it that way. But I think your granddaughter needs more attention. Please pay more attention to him."

"I'm bored every day having to come here to take care of trivial matters like this. From now on, if anything just call his parents. I'll send his parents' contacts to you."

"Based on a useless child, shame on him."

"Guh, hold this boy. I'm waiting in the car."

The teacher shook his head looking at the arrogance of Inspiration. In my heart I felt very sorry for Adam.

"Maybe I should contact his parents for the sake of this child," muttered the Master inwardly.

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