Prince Gesrek

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Kafa limped with a cane to his father's study at home. His eyes were puffy because for two days he was crying nonstop.

Dirga was sitting on his stool, looking busy doing something. His hands were unceasingly moving and ascertaining something.

"Papa's sire? What'sthis?" kafa asked trembling, he showed me on the newspaper desk that had an accident about him two days ago.

There is news in the newspaper, a photo of a rolled-up bus that is on fire and writing around it, if it means anything, it says,

'The accident happened at the intersection of 16th street, a bus rolled over. The perpetrator initials RAL driving recklessly and hit the bus. The perpetrator and one other victim were pronounced dead.'

"Why is Rayyan to blame?" kafa asked, his voice sounded hoarse.

"Who told you to make trouble?" She asked back, her eyes cold.

"The wrong one! Why was all the blame laid on Rayyan!" kafa shouted with a hardened jaw. "Rayyan hero! Kafa's villain! That's right!"

Plaque!

Kafa fell on the floor, his cheeks were hot, the stick he was holding was thrown backwards. Dirga had suddenly stood up and slapped Kafa just like that. He tidied up his coat, his fingers stretched out.

"What do you want?" The look in Dirga's eyes was so sharp, he squatted in alignment with his son. "You want to go to jail?"

"Yes! Kafa is going to jail! Kafa is responsible!" reply Kafa is no less fierce.

Plaque!

The slap back landed on Kafa's left cheek, his face now feeling numb and numb.

"You want your father to go bankrupt? The owner of a company engaged in transportation, his son does not know the manners of traffic?" A grin appeared on Dirga's face. "Reply what you want!" seriously word.

"Kafa will be responsible for Rayyan's death!"

Plaque!

The corner of Kafa's lips was bleeding, he grimaced as he rubbed it slowly.

"You know? How much do I charge to cover your kebod*han? You son don't know it's lucky!" Dirga stood up, loosening his tie slightly.

"Can't! Rayyan is not to blame!" kafa's murmured started to sob, his hands clenched tightly. "The wrong one! I have to go to jail!"

"This kid is really!" Dirga was grieving slowly, he was about to slap Kafa back but he paused. "How did you solve the problem yesterday? About what happened to your mother, you shut up! What can you do besides make trouble?!" cerca Dirga half yelling.

Perih, when you can't dwell in front of the powerful. Wanted to fight, but couldn't. When all the burdens are on your shoulders, when circumstances are not on your side.

"Where?" lirih Kafa improved his sitting position more upright. "How does Kafa fix everything?" Both Kafa's hands were clenched over the bent thighs.

"You can't, can you? Just shut up and follow my orders!"

"Why should how? Rayyan is innocent, she's not wrong. He's not to blame!" kafa said back sobbing.

"You bow down before me! It won't change anything, just shut up and follow it all!"

"Create," murmured Kafa.

Hesitating Kafa began to look down, his trembling hands he prepared for the prostration position.

"Please ... Rayyan is innocent," said Kafa.

"Aish, what the fuck is this kid!" dirga left the room.

"Rayyan is innocent, he's the hero. He's not guilty. Wrong Kafa, Kafa to blame, wrong Kafa," Kafa murmured.

Kafa walked towards the door of the house, he muttered the same sentence repeatedly. One was waiting for him earlier, a woman in a makeshift shirt and quite a mess. His face was pale, his eyes were also puffy, not much different from Kafa.

"How's Kafa? Rayyan is innocent, right? He accidentally hit the transport bus from your papa company," asked a middle-aged woman with a pale face, clutching both of Kafa's shoulders tightly. "Can he clear Rayyan's name? How could anyone who has not been blamed. Rayyan's free from prosecution, isn't she?"

"Mama Rena," said Kafa slowly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Rena was crying. "Kafa Jawab! Rayyan is innocent, isn't she?!" rena snapped urgently, her grip getting stronger.

Kafa wiped his tears. "R-Rayyan, Rayyan is guilty. He must bear all his faults."

"No way! You lied! Rayyan is not wrong! Tell me Rayyan is innocent!"

Tears flowed back down Kafa's cheeks. "Rayyan is guilty, Ma. He is guilty" said Kafa trembling.

Kafa crouched down, hugging Rena tightly. "Ma," call Kafa slowly.

"No. Rayyan is innocent. He can't be guilty." Rena's crying is getting louder.

"Sorry Kafa. Kafa couldn't do anything," Kafa murmured slowly further tightening his embrace.

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"The mistake I made was too much" muttered Deden softly, he sat in the corner of the room banging his head. Sometimes he grabbed his own hair out of frustration.

This morning, Deden delivered Rena's departure to her final resting place. After that, he went straight to his house. Her father ordered her to pack up as they were about to leave for America.

"No becus! Not becus! Not becus!" deden snapped to himself, he further strengthened the impact of his head against the wall, blood began to flow from his temple.

It feels .. guilt increasingly enveloped Deden. The more he wants to forget and avoid, the more he makes mistakes. Those memories were like chasing him, many times Deden dodged, he felt increasingly suffocated by mistake.

"Baginda mom, Rayyan, Mama Rena. Why is everyone leaving me?" said Deden sobbing. "Gue hates this pain. The pain that arises every time I lose."

Deden curled up, hugging himself. Somehow his tears could not stop, the pain in his heart as if all collected, revealing the wounds that had long tried to hide Deden.

"Lift Key, Please. I need you," said Deden repeatedly contact his lover. Blood from his temple flowed into his neck followed by tears.

"Key, please," murmured Deden for the umpteenth time.

"Key?"

The person contacted did not pick up his call, it felt tight, Deden needed someone by his side. He needs someone who can make him smile and forget for a moment his heartache.

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"Key, it was 'My Prince' calling," Viera said, his tone sounding a little mocking.

They were in the school cafeteria. In a few days of reporting the results of learning, the students are free to roam without having to worry about numbers and letters again.

Key turned his phone screen upside down, his face looking annoyed. "Don't know. I'm spitting up again."

"Ululu .. my prince." Viera seduces.

Key doesn't care about Viera anymore, he focuses on his favorite meatballs. Where else if not in the place of Mr. Kasim, coupled with a lot of chili. This is Key's way of removing the burden of his mind.

"Say Deden's sick, huh? I'm hearing he got hurt?" asked Viera curiously.

"Yes, his stomach is skewered," replied Key flatly.

"What?!" viera shouted spontaneously.

"Don't yell, Ra. I'm not a bitch."

"Keep, what now is Deden?"

"Don't know."

"Where, anyway? Lo her boyfriend too," Viera shook her head in surprise.

"Don't know. I told you, didn't I sprain her again."

"Ututu, airing .. he, deh, who's craving."

"Bodo very!"

"Eh, for the report on Friday, right? My grades must have been fantastic" Viera said proudly to herself.

"Whatever. I don't care."

"Gue is the same as flat mode." Viera started to focus on her food.  "Eh, it's Juna! Juno!" call Viera to the person who just came, she keeps her spoon back.

"Why, Ra?" timpal Juna flat.

"This is why people get cold gini?" viera asked confusedly. "Where are the dedicates, Jun? How come I haven't seen it?" Viera immediately told her destination calling.

"Gue doesn't know. I don't care anymore."

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