Prosecutor Karma

New Moon

After returning from the race Namira found it difficult to sleep. He was still thinking about Anggre and Bani. Will Anggre pounce on Bani and forget about Mika? It is hard to face tomorrow.

Namira, this is Bani's cell phone number.

That was the message Dayat had written to him. Well at least Namira felt he needed to keep that number. He typed his name in a message on his phone and sent it to the number.

Hii. Here's my number. Namiras.

Long enough Namira waited for a reply until tired and asleep. The morning greeted him and he quickly checked his phone. There's no answer. Apparently, his class sister did not consider it to exist. He sighed and prepared to go to school in a doldrums.

"Hey. What was the race yesterday?"

Andra patted Namira on the shoulder as he just put down his bike.

Namira answered him by shrugging his shoulders. Upon entering the classroom, Namira accidentally turned to the upper class who was opposite her class. He found Bani looking at him. He quickly looked down as if he was pretending not to see Bani. Andra casually continued to go hand in hand with Namira.

They go to class. When he was sitting at his desk, Namira stole a glance through the classroom window that gave a view of the Bani class on the top floor. The man was still on the balcony of his class staring towards Namira's class. The bell rang and the lesson began. The look was finally gone.

While resting, someone searches for Namira behind the door.

"Namira is?" ask the man.

"Eh, what class are you in? Calling Namira. Call Brother dong." The other voice.

Namira was curious about what happened and he came out. He stared at Aldi sharply in order to correct his words.

"Why? the class-sister today has no respect." Chirps Aldi. He leaves Namira with Bani. Andra who had been talking to Aldi did not also move from his seat. Inevitably Namira tried to signal him until Andra's dongkol face followed Aldi.

"What's wrong?" asked Namira with her most friendly smile.

"I want to invite you to the new moon. The school will hold an event. His invitation. Please share it with Ismi's friends in your class." He was half nervous.

"Sorry my friends bullied you." Namira looked at Bani.

"It's okay. Oiya sorry I didn't reply to your message. My pulse's up." Said Bani while laughing. Namira tells him and goes back to class.

In class he thinks about Bani. Did he come from a simple family? Then Namira should help him. He also took the initiative to continue sending pulses secretly.

"Nganter invitation. It's youho! help me share, chief!" Canda Namira with a smile. Andra was unable to refuse.

"There's no way home other than through the supermarket R?" Rosi suddenly seriously asked Maheswari. Of course Namira heard it a little.

"If you go to your house there is no dong Ros." Maheswari.

"Emang why? I've never been to your house, have I?" Namira followed their conversation.

"Tomorrow if your New Moon is going around there. Pray, don't you?" rossi asked with her round eyes.

"Oh, that complex is your home." Namira nodded her head.

"Ah, there is no solution. I have to go home through there and receive a handle." Complain Rossi.

"What the hell is it?" Namira was curious.

"So the R self-service last night caught fire. There is a family trapped. Ah somehow. They asked me for help because there's still nothing left. Uh, Namira, you're not insensitive? Come with me, right? I paid you. The little ones will follow you. Get home straight to the kitchen, the bathroom and clean yourself, then you're free. They must also be tired of swearing at you insensitive." Keep Rossi.

"How much screen?" Namira became interested.

"Hundred thousand? Later if you feel carefree I bear the cost of everything." Rossi enthusiastic.

Namira thought silently. He also did not want to drive Rossi alone even though the clock back from school was not until dusk. He coded Arini with the lure of borrowing a lot of Rossi comics. Rossi is a comic fan. He also takes care of his comics so much that it still looks all new. There should be no folds or marks. All are neatly lined up. Namira's tactics worked. He invited Arini who did not know how to. Arini is a fan of the Astral Tribe but she's pretty cool with anything. Even if he sees, feels, and hears, he will be as calm as possible.

Finally they use the motor. Namira thinks he's enough to drive up to R's supermarkets. But Arini forces him to come to Rossi's house. There was a look of anxiety on Arini's face. Sure enough, the once-shady and cozy complex that was originally warmed to be gloomy at the sight of Rossi's dark house. The sound of dogs roaring in the middle of the green nuances of his house. Namira felt a bad feeling. When entering the house, the window curtain was not opened. The lights were extinguished and there was absolutely no ray of sunlight coming in. Outside the weather is quite sunny and crowded. Just setting foot into his green home, the three people were startled by the black silhouette on the sofa.

"Home home? Change clothes and eat!" he said with a firm tone.

"Ma, these are Rossi's friends." Rossi said while grinning. Namira and Arini looked down with a smile.

"Oh, yeah.. Go to Rossi's room." His words still with his hands on his chest and sitting on the sofa. Namira and Arini looked at each other. Arini tells Namira to walk to Rossi's room immediately.

Again this windowless room requires the owner to turn on the lights in order to see clearly. The books are neatly arranged. Arini started looking for good titles. Surprisingly, there are no snacks available for Namira and Arini. They immediately completed their goal there and went home. Too bad, once out the door, the dogs in front of Rossi's house barked incessantly.

"Oh, go there! My friends can't help you. I'll call the police." Rossi muttered as he stared at Namira and Arini's back. At that moment their backs felt light. Namira forgot to ask Rossi for his payment. I think he really wants to get out of there.