Puberty: Deketin The Jutek

46. Bad News

Waking up in the morning is different.

Open the window and start greeting.

The sun was not visible there.

Like a life full of question marks, which sometimes forces us to go out, even though it is not okay.

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One, two weeks passed. There are no holiday trips, because of bad weather that covers the skies of Indonesia, making some residents stay in their respective homes in the shadow of the Christmas and New Year holidays.

Activities after the semester break are limited to going to tutoring, to a bookstore, and being a household assistant helps mothers relieve their obligations.

Even after the new year greet, the weather is still moody, cold, and then hit the earth with a strong gust crashing into trees and buildings. Erap times heavy rain or drizzle rain in the morning makes residents really shut themselves in a warm room.

After two weeks of staying home without traveling to a special place, due to bad weather at the end of the year, Fanya Fransiska stuck herself on the balcony in front of her room.

Today, Monday, and he's going back to school. However, the absence of the sun there made him grumble annoyed. Even the muddy streets of the former heavy rain last night dispelled his nationalist morning fervor.

Even though since dawn reverberated, Fanya immediately woke up and continued to bathe, not forgetting to brush her teeth, then the next activity that did not escape the song of children across generations.

Fanya does not linger bathing by tearing water as Joshua Suherman sang in his childhood song.

This is because he has grown up and the air pierces the epidermis which is sensitive to changes in temperature.

Fanya was done with her morning ritual, already finished observing the surroundings from the height of the balcony in front of her room.

The sky was clear even though the clouds seemed to be moving. The temperature this morning is estimated at seventeen per sixteen degrees Celsius.

He also wrapped the thin uniformed body in a knit cardigan that kept it warm. Hold up the bag, then walk down the stairs.

“Where to, heh?”

Fanya grunting. “To everywhere my heart is happy!” timpale. “Ya, to dong school. It's just there, unemployment.”

“Not just unemployed! Gini-gini also passed the thesis exam. Even received postgraduate scholarships abroad.”

Fanya poked her lips. “Anterin dong to school use student's luxury car.”

“Okay! Go with your iron horse's knight.”

“Gamau! Riding a motorbike in cold weather like this makes me feel like a walk in the ice state tau. Anterin dong, Kakang handsome kayak aa Korea.”

“Wani piro?”

“Mama! Sisang stingy does not want Anterin Aya to school.”

“Dih, cgaduan!” Although he was starting to panic, Kamaliel smirked. “Mama, Papa, same Rey is not home. So, no one will be able to believe you crybaby!”

Fanya approached Kamaliel and sat on a round chair. “They left? Tumben really did not miss anything. Go where?”

“Iya, so do not ask Kama anterin, because Kama's car is dipake Papa go, while Papa's car enters the workshop again. Even if you want to be escorted by Kama, ride the Mojang.”

Mojang is his big motorbike. He pinned the name as a form of appreciation from his father when Kamaliel managed to pass the test independently entered college after refusing the invitation path at the university of Yogyakarta six years ago.

“They hurriedly left after Aki was told that someone had died, Mama and Papa had to go to visit,” he continued.

Kamaliel's explanation of the news of someone's departure suddenly made both eyes widen. “Died? Who died? There's no way Enin, right?”

“Iya, Enin,” said Kamaliel, “Enin Atiqah who once helped Kama ngusir satan that nempelin Kama ituloh. Kama so niesel rarely play there because he is busy, now he is not there. After taking you to school, Kama wants to visit there. Mumpung college is still off.”

“No idea, Mama just said that Enin Atiqah already does not exist,” Kamaliel reply grimly. He said so while raising his body.

“Aya want to come. I want to fuck too!” His words asked, but his tone forced. “When is it dead? Yesterday night? When will his body be buried?”

Kamaliel shrugged his shoulders. “Mama same message Kama to not get Aya come, anyway. So, there is no other option, you have to keep going to school.”

“Rack!” Face brightens. “One day. One day Aya was truant. Want Kiki's enine anterine to her final resting place, huh?” His two hands were united, pleading with the guardian to allow him to come along.

“No! What will Mama say if Kama does not follow her message? Snack money as well as Kama facilities are withdrawn from ownership.”

“For Enin Atiqah, Kama.”

“Ngak!” Stick to his stance. “Pake the cane jacket, we use the Mojang to school.”

This is where Fanya is. He was still sitting on Mojang's back complete with a military helmet on his head. Still reluctant to go down because he knew if his brother would soon follow their parents to Padalarang to serve relatives who died.

“Aya, down!”

Kamaliel glanced a few degrees backward. “See the others on a run into school! Wanna be closed like that. Cepetan down or dapetin love letter from BK again entar.”

“Aya want to join ngelayat.”

“Ngak!”

“Kiki definitely not school, Aya want to meet Kiki there.”

“No! Aki said, her granddaughter was told to go to school before Enin Atiqah breathed her last breath,” always.

“Mana there! The person who died will not know he died when, even to make a whole kayak like that!”

“There. This is a special case,” argued Kamaliel.

Fanya grunted in annoyance. Finally, he came down also from the black Mojang's back. Do not forget to release the helmet ala army in dark green on his head by force.

“Titip greetings to all of them. Especially for Kiki, please convey an apology from Aya for rarely visiting there.”

“Sip, safe. Inbound!”

The sight of the two brothers did not escape the whispers of neighbors who were guarding the second gate in there. As usual, they gossiped about the most disliked person in Margayu because of her behavior that did not reflect the suri tauladan at all.

Look at his appearance of not wearing a school vest or a school almet suit, but rather wearing a matching colored cardigan in the original color of an almet suit, and the trousers that precede his skirt are not aesthetic. Really don't know the rules!

However, it is not only about appearance, but about a big biker who drove the Jutek to school.

Who is this handsome, handsome man who was on that big expensive motorcycle?

A woman with beautiful hair appearance commented, “No way maybe her brother. He was escorted by his brother and used a car. Hanalya once told me that Jutek was always escorted by his brother in a car. This one is other and it is not possible that it is his girlfriend or his girlfriend. She looks very cute, but looks more mature. Like a college boy. The Jutek is really not a good girl, huh?”

“Can be his girlfriend, anyway!” knock one of my friends.

Even as Fanya passed the line of OSIS members guarding the gate today, they were still watching Fanya until the girl's back disappeared behind the walls of the classroom building.

Those on guard numbered five people, and one of them was a senior mading club who was famous for being sensational in voicing something in the school mading.

Senior club mading who is still one generation with Fanya said cynically. “We see aja. He is the owner of the most in-demand rumors in our school, even to the students in other schools as well even though it is just word of mouth. The club will take care of this to drop his prestige as low as possible!”