Milky

Part. 9

"Why do you walk alone here, Neng? Instead of going home," asked Bima for a moment they both sat their bodies under a tree with dried leaves falling. The little girl bent her legs, hugged her knees and dropped her head on top.

Bima glanced, his hand was busy playing a small twig writing obscure scribbles on the ground.

"So I was waiting for Dad to pick me up, but suddenly the thug pulled my hand by force." He put his face on his knee. His hands hugging his knees the more he moaned when the fear he had felt back.

"The road here is deserted, the horse you're waiting for in front of the school. Mana, the cave saw your hand!" Bima grabbed the little girl's hand without waiting for her permission first. He watched the hand carefully, there was a circular red mark on the small wrist.

The girl raised her face, looking at Bima who was watching her arms. If he usually refused to be touched, but somehow when Bima touched him, he felt fine.

Staring at Bima's sweaty handsome face, he smiled. Start fantasizing about someone who will be his partner later. He wanted Bima, wanted the boy who always helped him by chance.

"He's not sprained, just bruised. You also healed," he said after examining in detail the flushed hand. Bima put the hand back carefully. He did not want to add to the pain he had received from the thugs.

Bima's face lifted up, looking gently at the beautiful look beside her. The thin lips in front formed a smile, sweet and fresh. Bima also showed a smile no less sweet than hers.

"Where's the school? Doesn't it seem to be from here? Then, why is Big Brother here?" asked the little girl whose heart was immediately filled with many questions about the boy who had helped her twice.

Bima smiled again, he lifted both shoulders along with his face which was also astonished. "Nyasar cave. Not aware of this foot even led the cave here, maybe it was a soul mate, yes. The cave legs involuntarily jumped the cave here. Uh ... very fitting you bullied thugs. The fate of his name," said Bima who was followed by his two eyebrows that moved up and down played.

The little girl whose name was not yet known laughed as she closed her mouth. He straightened both legs, breaking the aching feeling that afflicted him. Bima's words were sweet to hear.

"Eh .. by the way, why are you a rich language teacher of Indonesian cave? That's official, don't you seal it your tongue say it?" Finally, it came out as well what he had harbored in his heart since their first meeting some time ago.

The girl turned her head, her wrinkled forehead showing what she was confused about.

"It was precisely me who felt .. sorry, a little strange when I heard Brother speak. I'm not used to the language you speak. Sounds .... what, huh? But it's fine. Can we be friends? I'm glad to have a friend like Brother." He stuck his hand out in front of Bima's face. With a beautiful smile, waiting for a welcome from the hands of Bima.

Bima greeted the hand enthusiastically. Back to pin a smile as a sign of the beginning of their friendship.

"Male!" said proud.

"Holy thing!" Shameful the little girl mentioned his name.

"Nasha? Your name is good. The cave likes the horror, will the cave keep in mind your name. Nasha." Bima repeated the name in his heart and in his mouth. At a glance, when others passed by, then they would think the two were brothers because of their similar faces from several parts.

"thank you. Big Brother's name is good too, I like it. Big brother is also great and strong," he said while blushing and pulling his hand which Bima still held. Silent. Bima scratched her un-itchy head. There were no more words accompanying their sitting event. Only the wind's relentless whirring blew away his waist-length black hair.

"I live in the next village, brother. We just moved to this city because our former residence was trached," he replied as he looked at the same beautiful face.

"This is how the cave feels, huh? Why does your face look like a cave? Really soul mate, huh?" He chuckled after saying that. The dimple of his cheek clearly visible made the little girl beside him stunned because of the charm sticking out of his figure.

Tin ... tin!

The faint sound of car horns was heard stopping their laughter. A black sedan car was thrown in front of Nasya's school gate. He did not know if the child he was looking for was not in school.

"That's my dad. Come on, I introduce him," he asked as he stood up from his seat.

Bima turned his head, seeing a black car glittering in the distance. He turned his head back at Nasya who waited enthusiastically. Bima shook his head, he did not want to meet the little girl's family yet. In his mind, people who walked by car were always arrogant towards those who were small.

"Entar aja, the cave does not want to. It's fast, he's been waiting for you" he said. A feeling of disappointment was clearly drawn on his face, he lowered his head in restraining the sadness that had suddenly come.

"Not to be sad, just a moment when we can meet again. Go, gih!" Bima got up and patted the little girl's head. Suddenly he hugged Bima's body.

"Thank you, I hope tomorrow and tomorrow we will meet again and again" he said expectantly. Bima smiled and nodded after their beads looked at.

He was still standing in his place, letting go the little girl approached a middle-aged man standing near his car.

"Dad!" call Nasya running and hugging his father.

"Darling, why did it come out of there?" tanyanya was confused while rubbing her daughter's head.

"I met Brother Bima there! He's helping me again, Dad." Nasya's hand pointed in the direction where he had been sitting with Bima.

The man looked, but there was no one there. He stared at his daughter in confusion, demanding an explanation.

"Maybe he's gone home, he's still standing there" he said. His father rubbed his hair with a smile.

"Yes already, it's okay. We go home, yeah. Sorry, I'm late to pick up, '" he said. The two walked into the car after a nod of the head from Nasya answered his invitation.

They don't know, Bima's still there. Standing behind the tree stared at the two people's departure. The wind gave a different taste when the men there turned back to him. Bima hurriedly turned and turned towards stepping away from the place along with Nasya's father who entered his car.

They are not in line, caste is different. Will they be friends? Considering Bima is a nobody, he is just the son of a former thug in his village. As for the girl, commuting in a luxurious car. Who himself?