Next to Heart

CH 02

IMRAN HANAN

...*POV Author...

Imran Hanan is one of Adinda's best friends, she is a class president as well as the new Chairman of Osis. Imran is a tall man in white, his face is quite handsome. He was one of the most popular students at his school, a very kind person and attentive to his fellow friends, especially to his friends.

Imran is not from a family that is, but he is the son of one of the regional officials. His father was a Lurah Didesa.

Imran has aspirations to become a lawyer, he used to have a friend who killed himself because he was depressed with life problems that he and his family experienced.

*flashback

Tok tok tok the sound of the door being knocked very hard that afternoon. A teenage boy was standing staring at a rope that was hung on a wooden block supporting the roof of a house. Haris Dirga, a teenager who feels frustrated about his life is very tiring, because it is always plagued by endless problems.

He started his father who was accused of embezzling a number of funds from the plantation where he worked, and had to end up languishing behind bars.

While his mother left him with his father, and prefers to go with his former lover who returned from abroad.

Haris' father was only a picker laborer in a tea plantation, but because of his decades-long dedication to the plantation, the foreman was none other than the son of the plantation owner, gave him the confidence to save the proceeds from the plantation. Maybe that day was an unlucky day for Haris' father, the money he had saved for more than 2 weeks suddenly disappeared without a trace, regardless of where the money went.

The time came when the foreman would deposit the money, but Mr. Hasan the father of Haris, never appeared the trunk of his nose, he said, until the foreman was tired of waiting and finally he came to the residence of the Haris family that day. He accused Mr. Hasan of embezzling the money he had entrusted to him, as a result Mr. Hasan was led to the police station to account for his actions. It certainly affects the mental Haris, the father who he is proud of was a corruptor. I don't know who would play tricks on the family, maybe because of envy, or else only Tuahn knows.

"Riiisss,, Hariiiissss ,,!!!" Imran's voice called for Haris from outside the house.

"Riiisss,, open the door Riss,,!!!" shouted again.

"Riiisss,, you don't be reckless Ris, you have to trust your father, he can't possibly do that Ris,,, !"

" Snap Risss, open the door,,,"

Dug,, dug, dug back Imran banged on the door of Haris' house, while the owner of the house remained silent fixated lamenting his fate as a useless child.

About half an hour banged on the door of Haris house, Imran left the house because there was no response he received from the owner of the house, Imran, he took the initiative to call the residents to help him break down the door of the house Haris, feeling no longer heard the noise from the front door, Haris then grabbed the rope knot hanging neatly on the block of his house, he then put his head in and spoke

" I'M SORRY HARIS DADDY, HARIS USELESS SON "

After saying those words, Haris was determined to end the exhausting journey of his life, his soul that was still thirsty for the love of a mother, has now moved, has moved, haris is now in a different place to his best friend.

What can a teenage boy do, at an early age, 13 years he is faced with various realities of life that are so painful, abandoned by a mother, and, his father went to prison for embezzlement charges. He felt alone when everyone left him. The only thing that came to her mind was that by ending her life she would no longer feel her pain alone.

*Flashback off

" I'M SORRY IMRAN, YOU'RE MY BEST BROTHER."

Unable to tears, when reading the last message Haris left for him, he promised himself he would achieve his goal of becoming a famous lawyer, only to fight for the rights of the poor who are always made a scapegoat by people who want to win themselves for their personal interests.

"I promise Ris, I will realize our dream as a child, we promise to become a great lawyer and will boast of our parents,,!!" imran Gumam slowly.

Imran looked at a photo held by him, it appeared that two boys were shaking hands, laughing happily. Yes, the children in the photo were Haris and Imran when they were still in elementary school. He looked at her and said to himself

" Dad, Haris, you guys are happy there, are you,,?"

Haris' father, Mr. Hasan also returned to the side of the Almighty, when Mr. Hasan heard the news about his son who preferred to end his own life. Mr. Hasan became sick - sick, he was lazy to eat, his mind was dead-end. He cannot think clearly, his mind just wants to quickly catch up with the child who has gone home first, for what life is, after all the only treasure He has is gone.

MORNING AFTER TOMORROW

"Raaannnn,, Imraaannnn,,,!!"

a middle-aged woman called out to her son whom she had been waiting for for a long time, but did not display her nose,,

"Raaann, breakfast is ready, son..!!" The middle-aged woman who was none other than the beloved mother of seoang Imran Hanan, was again exclaiming but now her voice was softer, softer, because they feel they have seen the child who was called before never present.

"Old tumben Ran,,?" Ask the mother, when the firstborn has landed his butt on the square-shaped object.

"Yes, ma'am, my alarm is abis, so wake up late," replied Imran as he smeared jam on the bread he had placed on his plate.

" Yes, you eat it spout lest it be late.,,"

" Yes ma'am,,"

I chewed the bread that I had smeared jam, in a hurry, because the time has shown at half seven past five minutes, fortunately the distance from the school house is not so far away, so it was still time to catch up before the first lesson bell rang.

"Which father is ma'am,,?" ask my mother, because I did not see the figure I often call Father.

" Your father has departed, it happens that today there is a sudden inspection at the Village Office led directly by Mr. Camat, so you have to leave early in the morning.." said mom while cleaning dirty dishes into the sink in the kitchen, the rest of the breakfast just now.

" Yaudah deh ma'am, Imran pamit." I said as I stood from where I was sitting, and grabbed my mother's hand for me to kiss.

"Yes son, be careful to bring the vehicle, don't speed." mother warned

"Good ma'am,,!!"

"Assynnya!"

"Waalaikumsalam" mother stared at my departure until I disappeared at a crossroads, after mother did not see me again, she continued her routine at home.

Tbc

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