Silent World's
04. Uneasily
...Happy Reading's...
..."Hating you is easy, but accepting you is hard"...
Kyra knocks on the door and bows her head when she finds her homeroom teacher who has written some examples on the board.
Nadia's mother who was writing it was stopped her activity immediately. How surprised she was to find Kyra who was not wearing school clothes anymore, and even wearing a black hoodie.
"Kyra, where's your school dress ? How do you wear free clothes like this ?"
Kyra doesn't know what to answer. Seeing Nafya's face made Kyra so taQkut.
"Kyra, answer my mother's question."
With hesitation, Kyra answered her teacher's question with sign language.
'So, my shirt splashed with water on the toilet. This is the shirt I borrowed from Derel.'
"What the hell are you talking about ?" For people who do not understand sign language it only looks a hand movement that can not be understood.
Derel began to speak up, with his face flat.
"He said that Nafya doused him with water when he entered the class. Her clothes were soaked to eat her she was wearing such free clothes. In addition, he also had time to enter the UKS because of the incident that happened to him."
Kyra shook her head in disbelief. How could Derel say it all. Kyra didn't say that at all.
"What's true is Kyra."
Kyra still shook her head with tears that began to flow from her net. Nadia's mother gently hugged Kyra and let go after a few minutes.
"Nafya, you're making trouble again. You know, Kyra just entered school. But you're making him uncomfortable."
Nafya was quite angry to hear that. He couldn't believe that the dumb kid could say such a thing.
"I can't do that, ma'am. He must be making it up."
"Mom doesn't care what your reason is, now you're going to keep apologizing to Kyra."
Nafya clucked violently, then forward with an arrogant heart. He was so angry with Kyra.
While in front, Nafya extended his hand forcefully.
"Gue's sorry yes"
Kyra welcomed Nafya's hand with fear. Then nods to accept Kyra's truly insincere apology.
After that, Nafya was about to return to his seat. But it was stopped by Nadia's mother.
"Nafya, now you're going around the field 5 rounds."
"What ? How can you buk ? I've already apologized." Nafya was so shocked that he could have to serve the punishment.
Nafya's parents were indeed very wealthy people, but his parents allowed teachers to punish him if he made a mistake as long as he did not use violence.
"Let you Jera. Mafu !" .
So forced, Nafya walked out. Because of this, Nafya felt even more angry at the presence of Kyra who was not invited.
"Yes, Kyra you go back to your bench."
Kyra immediately went to her stool. He felt guilty for Nafya. But he did nothing wrong. He also felt annoyed at Derel who could have lied to Nadia's mother about what she said and got someone to get punished.
.ting....
The school bell rang, everyone flocked to go out of class. But, not with Kyra who was still sitting on her stool feeling uneasy.
The recently finished baron stuffed his book into the bag, looking at Kyra backwards curiously.
"Lo didn't come home ?"
Kyra shook her head with fear. He was afraid that his parents were worried about seeing him like this right now.
"Why ?"
"Lo must be afraid your parents are worried huh ?"
Kyra rounded her eyes perfectly. He could not believe that the Baron who did not understand sign language could understand his heart.
"It's okay. If you want to make your parents not worried, you just say if your clothes are wet because the sink faucet is leaking in the Toilet, or what it is. Your parents will believe."
Kyra nodded her head. He still does not believe, if the one who understands his heart is the one who does not understand his language. Like Barons.
"Yes, I pulled it first !" The baron came out waving his hand to Kyra.
Kyra also waved her hand to the Baron. Then he carried his bag out to class.
Outside the school gate, it turns out that his father was waiting. Quickly, Kyra walked to her father.
Kyra's father was so shocked and worried to see foreign clothes stuck to his son's body.
"Whose clothes is Kyra ? How do you wear this shirt ?"
With great courage, Kyra told her father a lie.
'So, I splashed water on a broken school sink. So, my clothes are all wet."
Kyra's father breathed his heavy breath. He did not believe his daughter's words. But, somehow he had to believe it and did not want to continue the question.
"Yes, let's go home !" Kyra's father opened the car door on the front for her daughter.
Kyra got into the car feeling uneasy. She was sure that her mother would ask a lot about this.
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When he arrived at home, sure enough, Kyra's mother was so worried to see foreign clothes in black attached to the child's body only wayangnya.
"Kyra... This is who's shirt ? Why are you wearing this shirt ?"
"So, Kyra splashed water in the Westafel School. The sink's broken so the clothes get all wet." Her father Kyra.
"Whose shirt is this ?"
Kyra is confused as to what to answer. But, he couldn't possibly have lied about everything. Boldly, Kyra spoke with her hands to her mother.
'This is our neighbor Derel.'
"Derel's our neighbor's son ? You're a class ?"
Kyra nodded. Ask her mother's questions.
"Yes, take a shower and catch a cold."
Kyra rushed to the bathroom. He really felt a twinkle because of the thing that happened to him earlier.
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Derel looked at Kyra's face, which was currently sitting in front of the terrace. Derel can't believe his neighbor turns out to be his classmate.
Derel is so envious to see Kyra's closeness with both her parents. Not like him. Many times people go home in the middle of the night, and leave so early. Derel never saw the faces of his parents. He feels like someone who has no parents.
After about 10 minutes on the terrace, Derel returned to his room. He then put up earphones while writing a Diary.
The diary saved him. When he could not speak for some time, Derel always wrote his testimony in the Diaru.
Derel had experienced trauma that is still imprinting to this day.
^^^Connected.....^^^
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