Short Story (Cerpen)

The wrong (Part 1)

Category: First Love Story

Title: Wrong (Part 1)

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Yeeess!!!! Finally went home to school too. After 5 hours I struggled with the lessons at school, I was finally able to go home too. As usual, bi Ani picked me up a lot. Sometimes if bi ani is busy at home, my bike will accompany me. Sometimes I envy those who can be picked up by their parents to school. They can be carried by their mother or father. While me? My mom probably doesn't know what time I'm coming home from school. My father was always busy with his work. I totally understand that. But still my little heart wants mom and dad here. Oiya I forgot my name is indie, just call me kundi. I am the only child of my mother and father. Everything I want is always fulfilled. Except for time, I can't spend time with my mom and dad. By the time they got home I would have been asleep, and by the time I went to school they would not have woken up. It's always this one next to me. Bi ina I might call you a surrogate mother.

Today is Saturday, my school is off because today is election day. Because I was 10 years old, I didn't vote. Today I made my own schedule. Today is my cycling schedule. I really like cycling. Even if it's just a tour of the complex, but it makes my heart calm. Makes my sepulchre disappear. Not to forget I always bring cheese bread in my lunch place, because I am often suddenly hungry on the way. I started pedaling my bike from one block to another. It looks so quiet in this complex. No one even greeted me. Like an uninhabited dead city. There are only cars and motorcycles that occasionally pass. Bosaan. I got off my bike and stopped at the locked security guard post. I stood my bike up and I sat on the porch of the security guard post. I opened my lunch and I ate the cheese bread I had brought. It was calm with the wind blowing. Sometimes I look at the big houses in front of me. I thought, it's too much for them to make a house like this. Why is the land not shared with children who do not have homes? And I thought, why did my mother and father make a house as big as my house? Only me and I live in it. Mom and Dad are just sleeping.

My gaze stopped on the figure of the man sitting on the porch of his house while reading a book. It seemed to be about my age, with the red shirt and shorts she was wearing. Who is that guy? I never saw him at this complex. I also looked at him longer. He finally saw me. But when he saw me he immediately turned his face and went into the house. What's wrong with me? Do I look creepy? Am I like a monster? I tried to call him 'hey, you' he closed the door and nothing was heard after that. I finally cleaned up my provisions and went home, because it was late in the afternoon. I was afraid to look for me. When I got home, I didn't stop thinking about the boy. 'He's weird, called even nyaut' I grumbled in my heart. No one answered my question that night.

The next day, as usual, I went to school. Today I am alone, bi ina can not drive me because bi ina must help father and mother pack their goods. Because mom and dad have to go out of town. My bike finally took me to school. Arriving at school, when I entered the classroom I saw him. Yeah, he's the one I saw yesterday. He's wearing red clothes and shorts. What is he doing in my class? I was panicking, I was afraid she'd see me, if she saw me she'd come home. I'd better pretend I didn't see it. I sit on my stool. And I wish he hadn't seen me.

'DEEEEETTT!!'

you know what that sounds like?

That's a fart.

No, that's the sound of my school bell. When the bell rang I was still sitting on the bench where I was sitting. Until the teacher arrives

'good morning kids'

'good morning mom'

'before learning we pray first yes, pray start…'

'Finished'

'amin'

'kids, today you have a new friend, his name is Rio. Rio, please come forward son, introduce yourself to friends'

I started to panic too. Rio's? Who's rio? Is that kid called rio? Is he the new kid? Will he go to school here and class with me? What if he told a friend I was a monster? I will not have any friends. I am not a monster. How'this? HOW?!!!

'my name is Rio, I just moved from Jakarta. I moved here because of something I can't tell you. Thanks'

'loh rio, how is the introduction?' ask the teacher while frowning.

'can I go back to my bench ma'am?'

'oh yes already then' Rio was back sitting with a flat and ordinary face.

'good kids, we start today's lesson…'

I was confused as to why he was like that, his expression was flat once. It is cold and somewhat mysterious. Looks like he saw me. Why didn't he go home. I also looked at him from my seat. His view was only on the blackboard where the teacher explained. But suddenly, he looked at me. 'AAARRRGGGHHH' I'm ashamed!!!

I turned my head and pretended to be strong.

After school, I went home on my bike. It was dark, I forgot to bring a raincoat. Hopefully it doesn't rain. I also ride my bike at high speed. I'm an expert, I'll be fine. When in the middle of the journey the rain fell very heavily, I was confused where to shelter, because at that time there was no stall or anything that could be used as a shelter. Because I'm out of my mind, I'll just ride my bike home. But because I was too excited and because I didn't control the speed of my bike, I slipped and fell. My hand hit the sidewalk of the complex road. And my collarbone was hit by small trees growing along the sidewalk of the complex. Oh, my God, it hurts so much. Want to cry it feels. I'm not strong enough to wake up. I sat down and sat on the sidewalk of the complex. Wearing a red white uniform, alone and raining. When the rain fell, I did not feel like I was crying from earlier. Only I was at a loss as to which of my tears were and which of the rain.

From a distance I saw someone walking with an umbrella. Wearing the same school uniform as me. 'Wait, I seem to know you!' my thinking. Little by little the man approached. Rio apparently. I'd love to ask for help. Please help me stand up and take me home. But he couldn't help me. When it was near, I hoped he would stop and help me. But, apparently not. Just looking at me it seems like he's not. He passed me like he didn't know. 'huh, why do I expect help from someone like him, he can't help me. You bad guy!' my grumbling in my heart.

After she passed, I did not look at her anymore.I just lamented the deserted streets and hoped that this would pass in front of me. Then suddenly the rain did not drip again on my head. 'what is this?' my thinking. When I looked up, it was rio! I'm really surprised. I was weak because I was so cold.

'standing you!'

'can't.'

'spoiled basics!'

'help.'

'can't you or can't you help?'

'I'm not strong, my legs hurt!'

'the manja! Here hold my hand!'

I was finally able to stand up. Rio did not look at my face at all. Why the hell is he? Is my face so ugly that she won't see me??!!!

'you're on a bike?'

'yes, can you please bring it?'

'if there are many people here, I will not help you!'

'it's up!'

Rio also hugged me on my bike. I don't know what day it was called. Because I'm sure that after this tragedy I'll be sick. Rio stopped on the terrace of the shophouse that closed on the edge of the complex.

'kok stop here?' say

'you're cold, aren't you? It's pake first' Rio took off his jacket and gave it to me.

'how are you?'

'don't be so attentive, just use it. But give it back later!' Answer rio ketus

'iya, no. Yaudah yuk we continue again.I want to go home' my contact.

'you don't see it's still raining big! Can't you wait a minute? When we go home, it's a lie! We'll both get wet! Then why would I lend you my jacket if you finally got wet again?'

I just shut up and shut up. Rio looks tired. Actually he can go home first if he wants to. He brought an umbrella. But he's nice too, he wants to help me and accompany me here. I feel guilty for saying he was bad. Turns out he's not so bad. Uh but he's evil! But, ah, what am I thinking about this. Want good to be evil he remains strange in my eyes!

'rio, may I ask?'

'yes, what?'

'i saw you back in front of your house reading a book, you see I didn't?'

'no'

'ah lied'

'yes, I don't believe it'

'you really don't see me?'

'NO, it's been diem! I will change my mind! You want to go home on a bike alone with feet and hands that hurt?'

I shook my head, 'very bad, kesel!' my grumbling in my heart

The rain stopped and Rio drove me home. On the way my head was very dizzy. I'm shivering. The skin on my hand is wrinkled. My lips are pale. I'm really very very cold.

'rio' call me in a very limp tone

'what else?'

'i'm dizzy'

'don't get dizzy! You will fall! the handle!' I also hold rio's waist.

'Where's your bag? Here I bring it' I also give my bag to rio

'rio' for the second time, still with the same tone

'what else is a coffer'

I miss right. That was the first time he said my name. How does he know my name? Ah what I think about it, we're classmates, he knows my name.

'jacket you wet'

'I'll wash it in your house!'

'rio.' the third time and still limp.

'what else!!'

'thank ya'

'yeah!'

Oh my God, this guy is weird. Answer equally no. Rio basarrr! You're so weird. Super super weird.

Arriving home, Rio parked my bike in the garage. Bi Ina was shocked when she saw me being escorted by rio, and I was so bored. Bi Ina told rio to stop by the house to change clothes or just drink warm tea so that rio was not too cold. But rio refused on the grounds that it was too late afternoon. 'well rio, thank you' those words I said in my heart when rio stepped home from my yard. Because if I speak directly, it will only be answered 'IYA'.

That night my body was hot and my tongue was bitter. Bi ina called the doctor immediately. Fortunately, I had a normal fever. The doctor said, after eating the medicine my fever will go down, and tomorrow I can go to school as usual. The doctor also said that the bruises on my legs and hands were just ordinary bruises, due to a fairly hard impact. But the bruises will quickly disappear. I was relieved, I was okay. That night, I slept with a feeling that I don't know what it was called.

The next day, I went to school to be delivered bi ina. When I got to class, I didn't see any rio there. I saw the stool empty. I thought he was going to be late, it turns out that day he really didn't go to school. I also wondered to myself. What happened to rio? Is he sick? He must have been sick to drive me yesterday. I feel guilty. I have to go see him! Must be! I'll be at his house later in the afternoon. A day at school, I expect 1 hour to be 5 minutes. I want to go home sooner. I wonder why Rio didn't come in. If he was really sick for driving me home yesterday, God sinned me this.