My Father is Not a Criminal

The Part 32

"Sir Rara, wait!"

Dessy runs over to Rara who stops her steps due to her call. The two then walked together towards their unidirectional class.

"Kok you're alone, Dek? Which of your friends is usually?"

"When it's his house near here, brother. Usually he has left early in the morning, because he had to walk and stop by some stalls to leave his mother's merchandise."

"Oh so, because the house is close to you, because I often see you two waiting for an invitation together."

"That's me asking for company, brother. It's not good to wait alone."

"Btw, your friend is Rio's ex, right, Dek?"

"Well, that's what I want to talk to brother about. But I don't want Nabila to know, to be ridiculed by me, brother. Do you have time to talk to me?"

"If we were talking at school, your friend would know, Dek. What if we talk outside?"

"Can, Brother, can. Where's delicious?"

"What about the chicken noodle shop down the street?"

"Well, when is it good?"

"After school, I'll wait for you there. How's it?"

"Okay, brother, ready."

After agreeing to meet at the chicken noodle shop after school, Dessy and Rara split up to their respective classes.

Arriving at class, Dessy saw Nabila was busy with her phone, the girl seemed to be seriously typing something there. Dessy approaches and leaves Nabjla shocked, as her phone is forcibly taken.

"Oh, this Dessy, is a shock. Where behind my phone is fast, the hunt is missing an idea," said Nabila manyun.

"What the hell are you doing, Bil?"

"Find me my phone, I'll tell you later! I just need to write a few more words."

Dessy gives Nabila's phone, and back the girl looks serious typing something. After a while, Nabila gave her phone to Dessy.

"This is what the hell, Bil? How do you like a gini?"

"That's a cornucopia, Dess. I wrote it on the app to read novels online, pretty good, can get pocket money. Although not much, but enough to incite confusion."

"Well, great you are, Bil. Turns out you have pent-up talent, and you can make money."

"Take me, Dess. Just take out the uneg-uneg, let's not be a pimple."

The two laughed, laughing at Nabila's spare humor, but made them both feel comforted.

"If I want to read your work, how do you do it, Bil?"

"Yes you just download the application, NovelToon, then you search for my work. It's easier to do it under a pen name, tar appears all the titles of the novels I've written."

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm downloading it!"

Nabila just smiled, while waiting for Dessy to finish downloading, Nabila read the comments that came in. From there, Nabila can find out the reaction of his readers, as well as the criticism and suggestions he used as a reference to improve his works.

"Now, Bill. But I'm looking for the name of the author Nabila why isn't there?"

"And I'm using a pen name, Dess, not a real name."

"What's your pen name?"

"Where is the inspiration, the name?"

"From Mom's story, she used to want to give me that name, only my father disagreed. It means good."

"What?"

"The essence of the peace-bearer flower."

"You should just use that name, Bil, let's not make a fuss, peace."

"Which one did I make a noise, Dess? Never been either?" Nabila again pouted hearing Dessy's comments.

Their conversation, soon ended, because Bu Yanti who was going to teach in the first hour had already appeared to enter the classroom.

When the break had arrived, Dessy decided to go to the cafeteria, while Nabila remained in the class eating his provisions. This time Nabila brought supplies, because he was frugal, there was something he wanted to buy, and it was impossible to ask his mother for money.

When enough to know himself, his family is not a rich person, to eat everyday, just enough, to make Nabila very grateful.

"Tumben didn't go with Dessy to the cafeteria, Bil?" asked Raka, a classmate who approached towards the Nabila bench.

"No, Ka, I've brought provisions. You didn't go to the cafeteria yourself?"

"Lazy, the food in the canteen is so cheap."

Nabila glanced briefly at Raka, his classmate was indeed a rich man's son, and was famous for being very arrogant. Some friends who often receive insults from Raka, glance at Nabila and Raka, they are curious, what insults will be received by the prisoner.

"Oh, so," answered Nabila briefly.

"By the way, you're friends with that Dessy, your goal is to morotin him, right?"

"What do you mean, Rak?"

"No need to be a hypocrite. Dessy was a rich man's son, though he never showed it. But I know, 'cause my papa was good friends with Dessy's dad. They are often involved in cooperation whose results are hundreds of millions."

"Continue?" this time Nabila was unable to keep a red tone to his words.

"So keep reading your goal is to be friends with Dessy, especially if not to target her property. You're just a prisoner's son, I'm sure you're poor, so it's only natural to benefit from Dessy."

When Nabila became angry to hear the words of Raka, all the accusations of the man was not true, Nabila befriended Dessy was sincere, regardless of Dessy's wealthy parents. Some classmates who had heard Raka's words, seemed to sneer. They just know, if Dessy is the son of a rich man, so it is not impossible if Nabila just use it.

"I've never had that intention, Rak. I'm friends with Dessy that's sincere, don't look at her rich kid. Dessy is kind and sincere in friends, that's all the reason."

"Udahlah Nabila, you don't need to bother anymore, everyone in this class knows how, your soft mind. Don't you, guys?"

Raka looked around the class, almost all agreed with Raka's words, only a few people who looked at Nabila with concerned eyes.

"It's up to you to say what, Rak. I am very bodo with your thoughts. What matters is that I don't have such intentions."

Nabila again continued to eat provisions that had been brought from home, fried rice sausage cooking his mother and her favorite food. Nabila also cared for his ears, pretending not to hear the innuendo of his friends.

Dessy, who had just returned from the cafeteria, caught the unpleasant atmosphere when she entered the classroom. Almost all eyes looked at Dessy with a strange look.

"What the hell is it, Bill, how does this class feel?" ask Dessy while sitting next to Nabila.

"Tuh the Raka, accuse me of being friends with you no one wants."

Dessy looked towards Raka, and looked the guy was sneering. Dessy approached Raka, and gave her a gift.

PLAQUE...PLAQUES

Twice the slap on both cheeks of Raka, made the eyes of everyone in the place widen in shock.