My Father is Not a Criminal

Chapter 7

Nabila and Dessy arrive at the crowded school cafeteria, almost all seats have been filled. There was only one table that still had a place, Nabila immediately went there, while Dessy ordered food.

"Sister, can you please, me and my friend join us in sitting here? The other place is full, "pinta Nabila.

"Please, Deck. Here, sit here! Where's friend?"

"Still a message, brother. It's gonna be here soon."

"Oh that. Your name is Dek?"

"I Nabila, Brother. Um...can't you, I'm asking for the signatures of these brothers?"

"Boleh dong, what the hell does not make a beautiful girl like you. I know, Brother's name, Rio!"

"Duh, Rio, mulu mode. Always take advantage of opportunities and every opportunity."

Rio's friends all laughed, Nabila only dared to smile. It's not polite to laugh with the upperclassmen, let alone they just got to know.

Dessy arrived with a bowl of two bowls of meatballs, a bowl given to Nabila.

"Thank you, Dess."

"Sama-sama Bill. Why did we move here?"

"Oh, it doesn't fit in there, Dess. Nissa and her friends are crammed into it."

When Nabila blinked one eye, Dessy understood the meaning of the code. He sighed, Si Nissa's gang was indeed unopposed.

"Aren't you asking for autographs too, Dek?"

"Oh yes, brother, definitely. My name is Dessy, sister" said Dessy with a sweet smile.

"Here, Dessy, where's your book? Let Kak Rio saucy give me a signature!"

"No, it's a guy one, mulu mode," ledek friend Rio.

"Father, the name is also a business, say you know this time it works," Rio said smilingly.

"Well, yuk on the meal! Tar again has entered, pity the brothers, the meat is still intact, has not been eaten."

Everyone began to eat in silence, as well as Dessy and Nabila who felt awkward, sitting together with the upperclassmen. Although they were all friendly, but Nabila and Dessy, still felt uncomfortable.

Finally, school for the day ends as well. The bell came home just ringing, all the students were pouring out of the classroom.

"What's your ride home, Bill?"

"I'm on foot, Dess. My grandfather's house isn't far from here."

"Hem, that's it. So you live with grandpa, where are you going?"

"I work in Jakarta. So I live here with my grandparents."

"You're an only child, Bill?"

"Yes, Dess. My mother was also an only child, so I was told to stay with my grandfather, take care of them. Understandably, you already know, afraid of why."

"May I ask you a favor, Bill?"

"Solicit what please?"

"The company I wait for an invitation, yes, later you I anterin go home. I'm afraid I'll wait alone!"

"OK deh. But later I don't have to be delivered gapapa deh, I can go home alone, it's close to this."

"Who shall I deliver, rather than you hot-hot walk, alone again."

"It's up to you, Dess, if that's it."

Dessy and Nabila wait for Dessy's invitation while sitting under the front tree of the school. Shortly after, Rio appeared to pass by with his motor matic. Seeing the two younger siblings who were together in the cafeteria, Rio stopped his motorbike.

"Hay, what are you going to ride?"

"We were picked up, brother. It's a wait" replied Dessy.

"Oh that, yeah. You guys be careful, brother first."

"Yes, Brother. Brother also be careful on the road."

Rio passed from that place, after glancing at Nabila who seemed to be daydreaming.

"What are you doing quiet about, Bill?"

"I want to tell you what, after all, you've represented," said Dessy with a careless smile.

"Well, Nissa and the gang told me to move. Because the other table is already at full."

"Aren't you asking to join them? It's just the two of us, I think the place still fits."

"Come on, Des. But they say it's not comfortable that anyone other than their gang is joining."

"Hadeh, that's the reason. Frankly, Bill, I don't like them. Especially Nissa's name. How is that guy? I just don't like it."

"Let's go, Dess! We should avoid them, don't be near!"

"Ehh, that's my invitation, Bill. Yuk, you I'm anterin!"

Dessy clings to Nabila's hand, and approaches a luxury car that has just pulled over. In Nabila's heart was amazed, it turns out that this new friend is the child people are, but he can be ordinary, far from being arrogant.

"My house goes into the alley, Dess. The car can't get in there."

"I'll be able to take you home? I want to know how you live."

"But it has to be a walk, gapapa?"

"Yes, Bill. I can also walk alone, no need to carry."

"My house is in that alley, Dess."

"Somad sir, stop in the front alley huh!"

"Ready, Non."

"Wait a minute, sir! I want to go to Nabila's house, just want to know which house."

"Yes, Non. You'll wait here."

"Thank you, sir. It's been delivered home" said Nabila.

"Yes, Neng. You're welcome."

Nabila and Dessy walk into the alley, while Mr. Somad waits in front of the alley.

"This is my house, Jess. Come in yuk!"

"When, yeah, Bill. What matters is that I know your home. Kasian Mr. Somad, if you wait a long time."

"Well, thank you, Des, for letting me go home."

Yes, I also thank you, you were waiting for Mr. Somad. I'll go home, Bill."

"Yes, Dess, be careful on the road. I'll see you tomorrow at school."

Dessy waved and soon passed leaving Nabila's house. After Dessy disappeared behind the corner, Nabila immediately entered the house.

"Put, Cake."

Sapa Nabila to her grandfather who was sitting in the living room. Kissing Grandpa's hand with reverence.

"So Grandpa listen, you're talking to someone, is that your friend, Ndhuk?"

"Yes, Cake. His name is Dessy, he was the one who brought Nabila home."

"Do you want to enter the house?"

"He's in a hurry, Cake. The driver waited in front of the alley, not good he said for a long time."

"Oh, that. Yaudah then, quickly change clothes there, keep eating! Your grandmother cooked some lodeh and bakwan maize. The sambel is also very steady!"

"Well, so hungry Nabila heard it. If you change clothes, cake."

"Yes, Nduk. If you're here, bring some fried bananas on the kitchen table, Nduk!"

"Yes, Grandpa."

Grandpa Nabila's house does not have a special dining room. Usually after taking food at the kitchen table, they will take it to the living room, to be eaten there.

Nabila brought two dishes, one containing his lunch, another containing fried bananas for his grandfather.

"Here, Cake, the fried banana."

Nabila thrust a banana plate on her grandfather. The old man immediately bit one of them.

"When you see me, Grandpa remembers your mother, Ndhuk. You two are so alike."

Nabila was silent, suddenly his longing for the Mother could not be dammed."