Pasung Tuan Muda's

65. New Friends In High School Tunas Bangsa

“Hallo, good morning .. are you kids from Marissa?” greet the mysterious man to me and Ziva.

“Iya, good afternoon, Om,” Ziva replied very gently.

“You guys why aren't you in school? Kan, it's time for High School kids to learn?” ask again.

“Ka-us, we just pulled out of school, Om. Because I want to see her mother Anissa here,” replied Ziva stammering.

“Oh, next time don't do this, huh? Not good skipping from school.”

Without answering we both just nodded and were embarrassed. To get the words out, I'm not as brave as Ziva. However, the thin mustachioed young man did not want to shuffle from before us, he squatted his body while looking at us in great astonishment.

“You've had lunch?” ask again.

“Already, Om,” I replied, then I picked up the phone in my pocket.

“What do you eat?”

“This, we have bought Aunt Risma, she is very good to buy us dinner earlier,” replied Ziva.

“Bagaimana kalau kalian saya teraktir makan di kantin? Pasti enggak kenyang, kan, makan segini saja,” ajaknya dengan penuh percaya diri.

“Ah, No, Om. We are full, really, not Ziv?” ask my best friend on the side.

“Ah, yes, already full. But if it is traded again will not refuse,” replied Ziva a little whisper.

“Ih, you fuck, anyway. We do not know the same Om,” I replied softly.

“You don't be afraid, I am the boss where your mama works. Cook yes I hurt the child of my candidate.”

The deg!

Hearing this, I spoke a thousand languages. I don't know what came out of my head. Because the foreign Om speech made me and Ziva can not refuse it, let alone look for excuses. Then we nodded without answering his words, and Aunt Risma seemed to agree with the man's words because it did not prohibit him from inviting us both.

When we woke up, Aunt Risma looked very sad and did not want to follow. From the gelagatnya, such as the look of guilt on the face and the expression of the woman dressed in red. I felt very sorry for him too, after Ziva raised up, I tried to pull Aunt Risma's right hand.

“Tan, you're not coming with us to the cafeteria?” my many.

“No, you go first,” he replied as he opened the tears that came out straight from the curve of his cheek.

“Tante .. don't be regretted, it's all fate that mom will be hit by people. We both pray that he will be fine, Tan,” I replied trying to convince.

“I know, but I feel very guilty. Let alone to pay for hospital fees, for daily meals I am still short.”

Hearing that remark, I turned my gaze towards the floor. In terms of cost, Aunt Risma's economy is the same as mine at the moment, it's not okay. Now I think hard about that speech, because gradually it will certainly greet our current finances.

“Already, you guys do not get confused thinking about hospital fees. The fee I paid earlier,” with the floor, Om foreigner replied.

“Om, you're not wrong?” many ensure.

“No, we went to the lunch canteen. You do not think about the cost of medicine anymore, the important thing is you do not withdraw from school and learn the real, remember it.”

“Good, Om, thank you for the kindness.” After saying, I pulled Aunt Risma's hand and we went down the second-floor steps.

Upon our arrival in the cafeteria, both my eyes were stunned after finding such a luxurious atmosphere in the hospital. How not, the food available is also very much and a variety of drinks are also available. Although the canteen is not the result of management from the hospital, but still many visitors and very crowded.

“What message do you want?” tanya Om was wearing that black suit.

“I'm fried chicken, Om,” replied Ziva very loudly.

“You Anissa?”

“I'm with Ziva aja, Om.” After saying, I stared at the backpack on the lap.

“Anissa, why are you so timid like that, anyway? My mother said, if the shy person will not be full!” exclamation Ziva.

“Well, that's right said your friend, if you're shy won't be full. Ziva, where is your home?” ask Om that.

“My house is not far from here, exactly the owner of the company Athena One Company, Om.” After saying that, Ziva took a flatware on the table.

Hearing that remark, I also gulped because I had heard about the company. Unexpectedly, behind Ziva's very ordinary appearance, he was the son of the most famous rich man in this city. But I didn't realize it all.

While Om the stranger before me was also silent a thousand languages, he seemed to be swallowing his saliva.

“You guys why on silent, anyway?” tanya Ziva started the conversation.

“Ah, no, I'm waiting for aja menu,” I reply stammering.

“Ziva, means you're Mario's son? The owner of the company you said?” ask Om in front.

Without answering, Ziva simply nodded innocently, then he chuckled and fixed the bando over the hair.

“It was a long time ago, I was hungry,” he replied.

“Menu has come ... here's the order,” sambar waiter who uses red uniform, he came suddenly.

“Thank you, Ms Wid ...,” replied Ziva.

“Loh, you know the waiter here?” many wonder.

“Yes, Ms. Wid used to work at my house. He-he-he ..”

“Non Ziva, why did you get here? Who is sick?” ask the waiter.

“I came here nemani Anissa—my friend. Mama she had an accident. Oh, yes, all the food here I pay, Ms Wid,” replied Ziva.

“Ziv, but Om is the one who wants to pay us?” I just want a little shrewd.

“Don't, the food here is expensive, later the money Om it runs out.” After answering, Ziva took his fried chicken and ate it very greedily.

Based on Ziva's words, I did agree that the food menu in the cafeteria was very expensive. About the taste that is presented also makes the tongue want to add back the menu this morning, but I do not really like the food outside of mama's cooking. As nice as anything on the menu elsewhere, for me the champion is mama's cooking.

However, I don't know when I'm going to eat mama's cooking again, because she's still lying weakly in the room. This afternoon, God brought kind people to me. Because of the sustenance, the words for encouragement, as well as the lifestyle have been there that give a view of how much life should be cherished.

Just like Ziva, the friend I just met was the son of a famous company owner in this city. I felt like I was unable to make friends with him, because it was not appropriate for what he had.

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