Pasung Tuan Muda's

62. Jump School Fence

Anissa POV

A bright morning still inside a classroom, I spent the atmosphere of today in a state of uneasiness. I don't know what's up in my head, which must have been a few hours ago felt like something was stuck. To start a lesson feels very heavy, especially just listening to the teacher in front of the class.

The watch shows at 09:30, it's time for the break bell to ring. The students and students rushed out while running to the cafeteria, but I was still at home in class because I was not so interested in snacks and gathering with friends. In school I was a quiet child, especially they were very elite in dressing up and looking.

As a child who has been held the status of a widow, I usually just open a diary book while writing complaints every day. Aided by a red inked pen, all scribbles are clearly displayed on white paper. The days I spent were very boring, plus a friendship that had not existed since I was in Tunas Bangsa High School.

Before long, a touch landed softly on my back shoulder. Because I was very curious, I found out who would like to invite you to interact this morning. With a flat gaze, the person ruffled his waist while fanning his face using a notebook.

“Hai, alone?” he said while throwing away questions.

“Eh, yes, no, I'm alone again,” I replied while looking at a glance.

“Can I sit here?” tanyakanya.

“Oh, please. Coincidentally I have no friends to talk to,” I replied, then I allowed the interlocutor to sit down.

Carefully, the person sits down while sucking on colorful ice cream. From his style it seems that he is a spoiled child, but I don't care about it, because all I know is that he is a good boy because he dared to get acquainted yesterday when I got to this school.

“Whose name are you?” ask me to clarify again.

“My name is Ziva, definitely your name is Anissa, right?” tanyanya guessed my name.

Without answering, I just nodded my head. Then, a mobile phone vibration was felt from inside my pocket pocket. Very quickly, I picked up the phone and read a short message coming from the new phone number.

The message also did not come from my mother, but there mentioned that the mother was in an accident and was admitted to a Hospital. This expression suddenly changed, because my mother had never experienced this before. Ziva looked at me curiously.

“Astaghfirullah ..” my own words while pressing my mouth using both hands.

“Nissa, what's wrong with you? How, it seems to be such a shock?” ask Ziva full of probes.

“Yes, Ziv, my mom is hit by a disaster. Now I want to go to the hospital,” I replied as I quickly put the book in the bag.

“Nissa, I'm with you can?” tanyakanya.

“Ziv, you will be searched for the same teacher.”

“No, really, just relax,” the force.

“Ya, it's up to you.”

We got out of the classroom while the bell didn't ring. Regardless of the person passing by in front of the corridor, we were only focused and ran straight towards the school grounds. Right in front of the flagpole, for a moment I was silent because the gate had been closed by the security guard. As for exiting, that gate was the only access.

“Yeah, the gate has been closed,” I said.

“Do not worry, we go through the back door, yuk?” take Ziva with me while pulling my right hand tightly.

Finally we both ran towards the back building, upon arrival there, the door had also been locked and we could not pass. Not out of sense to get out, Ziva invited me to jump the fence and we took turns. Things like this are my first time doing, let alone being with a friend I just met.

Finally we came out of the school building, even though both of our legs were very painful, but Ziva was so keen to skip out of the building.

“No, Ziv, just a little sore.”

“You've never definitely jumped a fence, have you? It's worth the pain so,” his lips slightly mocked.

“Then we go where is this?” my many.

“Yuk, we go there, because we will find angkot.” Ziva pulled back both of my hands that had touched the knee.

After a few minutes of running, we arrived at the edge of the sidewalk. Right in front of the stop were several pedestrians and waiting for the public transport bus. Ziva stopped and stopped the yellow freight going somewhere. We boarded the train without waiting too long. In the transport, I just pay attention to the phone with a short message written.

Although I was a little doubtful about the truth of the message, but the mind said that the mother was right again in a state of not okay. Very gently, Ziva touched my uniform slowly.

“Nissa, you are patient, yes, I am sure your mama must be fine,” he said cheering.

“I-iya, I also wish it were like that. Since I only have a mama in this world, the rest is just as the destroyer of my life.”

“I understand, but I am now there to accompany you. Most importantly, don't cry anymore. We will arrive on time,” Ziva said giving advice.

Public transport is moving very slowly, as the driver is looking for passengers on the side of the road. Ziva did not run out of sense to tell the driver to speed up the speed of his vehicle.

“Pak, fast dikit dong bring his car,” Ziva's tirade.

“Neng, it's tight. Partly I while looking for passengers,” he replied.

“Pak, this morning do not find passengers first, deh, let me pay how much you earn this morning, as long as you go to the hospital,” replied Ziva urging the driver.

“Good, Neng, then I will be firmer lag.”

Seeing Ziva's actions, I was speechless. I am not a child who is so brave to ride in a car speeding on the streets. However, for the sake of mama who had been not well in the hospital, made the soul so challenged to get there immediately.

A few minutes into another vehicle on the highway, we arrived in front of a hospital in the city center. Quickly, we both got out and got in front of the driver.

“How much, Sir?” ask me while opening the wallet.

“Nissa, let me just pay,” Ziva replied.

“Ah, no, later your money runs out.”

“Nissa, anyways who want to pay also me earlier. Udah, money you save aja, nothing.” After saying, Ziva thrust the money he took out from inside the wallet.

“Ziva, thank you very much, yes, for your help this morning.”

“Halah .. don't think about it, we are both human beings who will need each other. Let's just say that I'm alms, and you'll help me someday.”

“Iya, thank you ...,” my word.

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