Mila script

Behind the Grey Clouds

In the teacher's room, Tian and Grandpa were talking to Mr. Hamzah. Grandpa's name is Grace. Tian finally managed to meet him at the place where they met yesterday. It passes through the streets every morning and evening. It also happened that the road was headed for his house. Tian explains to Mr. Hamzah that he brought Grandpa Grace to school. Grandpa Rahmat also explained what he saw at the time of the incident Cila's car hit a tree. After hearing that made Mr. Hamzah clearly shocked and disappointed. Why did Cila and her friends do such a bad thing to Mila.

"Alright, Tian and Mr. Grace. Thank you so much for explaining this to me. I'll talk to Ms. Siska again because this matter has already entered the BK room."

"sama-sama, Sir. Hope my explanation helps, son Mila. He's a good boy, sir." said Grandpa Grace sincerely from his heart.

After shaking hands with each other, Grandpa and Tian walked out of the teacher room. Tian immediately escorted Grandpa to the front of the school gate. She felt a little relieved after Grandpa Grace explained everything to her homeroom teacher. He also hopes that this matter will be resolved soon.

"Thank you very much, Cake. Hopefully Mila's sentence can be removed soon and she can return to school soon."

"Son Tian, why didn't you tell me from yesterday? Let Grandpa explain it to your teacher that day. Kasian also Nak Mila was slandered like that same friends of her own." His face looks disappointed with the treatment of his friends Mila.

"The story is long, Cake. But hopefully after Grandpa's explanation of Mila's problem can be resolved quickly" he said expectantly.

Grandpa also said goodbye and continued his work looking for used cardboard as his search every day. "Then Grandpa said goodbye. If Grandpa's explanation is still needed to meet Grandpa again in an ordinary place, son."

"Good, Cake. Anyway thanks again so much." Tian.

Yana came over to Tian and asked. "Who is he? Where do you know?"

Tian smiled, "Savior, Mila."

Mr. Hamzah was struggling with the phone on his desk. Already tried to call Mila's parents several times but there was no answer at all, and it was always out of reach. Eventually he switched to Mila's home phone and was successfully picked up.

"Assalamualaikum, right with the parents of the Mila script?"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. It's Mila, sir. Mila's parents are out of town from yesterday."

"Have you the phone not been connected? Then you're home alone?"

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, my parents haven't been able to come to school."

"Then you go to school tomorrow. There's something you want to talk to you about."

That short conversation is over. Mila becomes agitated at what Mr. Hamzah will talk to her tomorrow. But he tried to think positively and prayed that new problems would not arise that would add to his suffering. Mila called her Mom and Dad but the call was out of reach. I don't know when they'll be back. Mila doesn't know what to do, if they come back and find out about her problems at school.

The second day on the suspension Mila was bored at home. He was going to the bookstore today. The novel collection has been read. Actually he is not used to going alone but because this is still school hours, surely his friends are also studying at school. There was no way he had asked one of his friends to skip lessons just to accompany him to the bookstore. He went alone to the bookstore by public transport. All he wants to walk to train the leg muscles that have been too pampered down the motorbike Yana.

Just walking a few steps ahead of the complex, his feet were already yelling spoiled. "Original pegel too! Hot anyway! I also rarely walk in the middle of the day." lamented Mila with sweat flowing profusely on her forehead. Fortunately, not long before the angkot came and he immediately went up.

It has been a long time since he has used public transport. A little hot and crammed. He also wrong costume by using a jeans jacket that is enough to make his clothes soaked because of the sweat. Mila got off the angkot and paid the fare. While walking into the bookstore, he put his wallet in his bag. But unexpectedly by Mila, someone hit him on purpose which made him unconscious if his wallet fell and was taken.

"Be careful dong, Mas." reprimanded Mila.

"Sorry, Mba." the man lowered his head and immediately left in a hurry.

Mila felt something strange. He checked his bag and sure enough he didn't see his wallet. He looked at the road but nothing. Then he shouted, "JAMBRET,,,,,,,,!"

Mila ran after the man who had hit her. The guy realized that if anyone was chasing him then he ran fast as fast as lightning. Mila did not want to lose, she continued to chase him until he was out of breath and could only scream snapping. Suddenly a girl in rock n roll style ran and chased after the snatcher. Fortunately, he ran away and caught up with him. There is a chase and makes the snatch quite exhausted so that it can be caught by the girl.

"Most luu,,,,,!" the girl pulled her collar.

"For example, Mba." He crouched down and took off his wallet.

Mila came with a breath of breath. He was tired of chasing them both. The girl gave her wallet to Mila. But when he saw there was a gap in the snatch, pushed the girl to fall and he managed to escape. Mila had no more energy to chase after him and let him get away with it.

"Fucking snat!" the girl was upset that she couldn't take him to the police station. The condition of the streets at that time was also not too crowded because it was still early in the morning as well.

Seeing the girl hurt made her feel guilty. "I'm sorry, Brother. For helping me get his hands hurt." Mila held her hand.

"Ah gpp, relax. Wallet is safe, right? Try checking?" he said he was careless, not caring about the wound on his hand.

"So good, thank you. Oya in medicine first here his hand. I brought plaster." Mila opened her bag.

"Not to be good by yourself." Take her hand off Mila.

"Not later it's an infection." Mila retracted her hand and cleaned it with a tissue. Mila blew her wound so that it did not feel sore when cleaned. Then put the plaster on the wound. Seeing Mila's behavior made the woman smile knotty. "Okay, I've."

"Thank you." The girl was gone.

Mila quickly prevented it. "Where are you? I haven't answered your help?"

"No need, this is enough." he raised his hand which was plaster-mounted from Mila. Then they laughed together.

"What if I buy food?" mila.

"Eat this yeah, you like it?" Mila showed her the selected menu.

"Okay" he answered briefly.

"Oh, we haven't met. Me, Mila." Mila extended her hand.

"Febby." shook Mila's hand.

The order was ready and Mila brought the tray containing both of their orders. Throughout their meal, they get to know each other and tell stories about their school. After eating Mila takes her to the bookstore but Febby refuses. He can't because there's other business. After leaving the Resto, Mila thanked Febby again and they said goodbye to each other. When Mila looked back it turned out Febby had disappeared quickly. Mila smiled and was grateful to meet him today. Mila thought God had been very good these days by sending good people to help him.

Mila went into the bookstore and as usual chose her favorite spot. But not for half an hour, his mood suddenly dissipated to linger in the bookstore. He brought a book to read at home. Mila went to the cashier and paid for it. He wanted to go home but his fear came. As a result of the incident made him reluctant to ride the angkot again. Mila reaches into her bag and intends to call Yana to pick her up. But Yana's phone can't be reached nor can Tian's phone. I don't know if they're busy. Mila did not call the others and decided to take a taxi home.

Cila and the genx walk towards the school parking lot. Yana was waiting for Aya in front of the school gate. Qila was invisible along with them. He went home first with Bian. Aya walked uninspiredly and walked most recently with a lethargic face.

"We go to the salon first. I want curly hair. The next day there was a futsal match. I want to look beautiful as the head cheerleader" said Cila into his car.

"But Cil, we've already made a contract with Qila to do the work at his house." Aya reminded them of their promise in class.

"The banging doang napa anyway, Ay," said Netha upset with Ana's principle that is always on time.

"Tau nih Aya, not very exciting ah. After all, the Qila was dating the Bian the most" said Diana started pumping.

Made Cila who heard that so upset. "Have you, why the storm? You know, Ay. So stiff. Qila's phone later" said Cila scolding Aya. He is jealous because now Aya is more inclined to Qila than he is.

"Gue ride the ojek. I want to go straight to Qila's house." Aya got out of Cila's car.

"Eh Ay," Diana held him down.

"Here you go, Dian. I closed the spout, hunted down the salon's rame." said Cila. He was angry at Aya who was very annoying. They leave Aya alone in the school parking lot.

Aya was disappointed with her friends. They always act as they please, especially Cila. Always sacrifice the feelings of Ayana or Aqila. Diana and Netha, whom Aya felt, had taken Cila from her. Cila always seemed to walk with the two of them without telling her and Qila. That's what makes Aya now lean more towards Qila than Cila. It seems like they are jealous of each other in their friendship. Cila is like that, if you are close to a new friend. Then he will forget the old. Surely you also have rich friends, right? Cila and Aya had gotten to know him first. Ever since they were in elementary school. So they had been friends before Netha, Diana and Qila.

Yana sees Aya who gets off from Cila's car and walks out of the school. He hurriedly turned on his motorbike. Aya herself was still confused, with what she could get to Qila's house. Aya was confused as Yana passed in front of him and stopped his main Vespa motor and greeted him.

"Why alone?" as if I didn't know the situation.

"Emm, yes" she answered briefly.

Yana turned off the engine. "Want a ride?" he said offer himself.

"No need" he refused directly. Afraid of refusing to offend Yana, she also destitute him. "meaning I ride ajek aja." reject it more subtly.

"It's just raining again." Yana turned her eyes upwards.

Aya saw a cloud that was suddenly contained instantly. Then he thought about accepting Yana's offer again or not.

"Yuk," he asked before Aya rejected his offer again. He hurriedly gave his helmet to Aya.

Aya hesitantly received the helmet from Yana. He was still looking for a way to turn down his offer this time. But water droplets from the sky began to pour down on the earth. Aya had no other choice. He put on a helmet and got on the bike. Yana also pulled the motor gas quickly because she did not want rain to storm them quickly. Yana rode a vespa as fast as she could in order to gibble on rainwater. But the drizzle turned into heavy rain made it impossible to continue the journey. Yana doesn't think of herself. There are Aya and their school books to think about. If forced, then free. Everything will be soaked. Yana looked at the stop in front and stopped her bike there. Aya and Yana get off the bike and take shelter at the stop.

"Sorry yes, Aya. So wetness." said Yana seeing Aya cleaning water from her hands.

"Gpp really." Aya took a handkerchief in her bag. "Now wash first, wet it." Giving her handkerchief to Yana.

Yana accepts it and immediately cleanses her face and clothes. After he finished he returned the handkerchief but Aya fell silent and did not want to accept the handkerchief. Seeing Aya's expression, made her understand. "Oh sorry, dirty yeah. I'll wash it first." Put a handkerchief in his pants pocket.

The heavy rain had already fallen for almost half an hour, making the stomachs of the two of them rumble. The sounds of worms in Aya's stomach are also interconnected until they are heard in her ears and Yana. They looked and laughed in shame. The voice in Aya's stomach made the awkwardness between them fade away instantly.

"Yes paper?" he asked while still laughing.

"Yes" avenged Aya's sweet smile which is very rarely seen and enough to make Yana amazed. Aware of her being noticed, Aya becomes misbehaved. "It's still a long time?" extend his hand to the rain that is falling.

"The power will be good anyway. You're late coming home? Or do you want to try rain?" he said he gave advice. He is ready if he has to take Aya even though he has to break through this heavy rain.

"The thing is I don't want to go home. I have to go to Qila's house to do the job together. Hp I'm also dead, can't tell him if I come late." Aya checks the power of her phone which is only 3%. "Wait to stretch again, if it doesn't stop, I'll take a taxi" he said again.

"Well, I'll wait, if you want to take a taxi to Qila's house."

It seems like the universe does not support Yana's plan this time. The rain still fell rapidly making Aya decide to take a taxi to Qila's house. Aya actually could not bear to leave Yana who faithfully accompanied him waiting for the rain to subside. But he also did not want to make Qila wait for him for long without news. Yana stops the taxi passing by and Aya says goodbye to her. Then get into the taxi and drive away.

In her heart there was a bad taste in Yana who had been very kind to her. Yana seeing Aya leave can only be resigned. If his plan this time fails to seek information from him again. Yana sat languidly at the stop while still waiting for the rain that never subsided. Not to mention the worms in his stomach kept screaming for their food rations.

Under the wet heavens, God must have had a better plan.