Tears And Love's

Part Three

Sora stepped her feet into that quiet looking corridor. At that time he was looking at the contents of his new school without the help of directions. His new principal offered to accompany him, but Sora refused on the grounds of not bothering. After all, he preferred to walk alone without anyone accompanying him.

When he was about to turn, he accidentally collided with someone. Fortunately his athletic body keeps him standing. Unfortunately, the person he hit instead fell backward.

Sora's reflex reached out his hand to help the person who turned out to be a waist-long haired girl. “Lo is okay?” ask Sora worried.

The girl raised her head. Sora was a little shocked when he saw the girl's face. Why this girl's face looks so familiar, huh? I've seen it before.

The girl pecked when she saw Sora's face. Seeing the girl speechless without blinking, Sora immediately flicked her hand in front of the girl's face. The girl blinked her eyes many times. Her plump eyelashes were so beautiful to see when the girl blinked her eyes. Sora was slightly amazed by it.

“Ah .. uh,” said the girl.

“Lo is okay? Is anyone sick? Sori yes, I did not look forward,” said Sora while helping the girl stand up.

The girl shook her head slowly. “Gue is okay,” he said slowly.

Her melodious voice instantly made Sora's heart beat fast.

Sora exhaled a sigh of relief after hearing the girl's reply. “Thankful for that. Um, again sorry. Oh, yeah, I said yes, I still have business. Excuse me.”

Sora then left the girl half-running. Before completely disappearing from the girl's sight, Sora took the time to look back. The girl was still standing there folding her hands in front of her chest, like a person who was thinking about something.

“Why do I feel like I am really squirming girls? Why am I like squirming the figure of Sasi in the girl?”

***

Mr. Andre went into his house with a look full of anger. Behind her Bu Nia walked while holding an eight-year-old boy. A terrified expression was clearly visible from the boy's face.

“How many times has Papa said? Don't make trouble at school! Wasn't there enough punishment Papa gave you all this time?” snapped Mr. Andre, making the boy hide behind Bu Nia's waist.

Full of motherhood, Ms. Nia stroked the boy's back, trying to calm him down. “Andi don't be afraid, there is Mama here,” whispered Bu Nia softly.

“Making girls cry, that's not the attitude Papa teaches you! You have to be a man to be responsible! Don't be allowed to just cry and fight with other boys! Want to put where Papa's face if Papa's business partner knows that Papa's son only makes noise? Still SD only you have this, especially if you have SMA later!” maki Pak Andre while pointing at Andi's face.

“Already, Mas. Andi, is still a child, he does not know which is good and which is not good.” Ms. Nia tried to calm Mr. Andre down gently.

“You are also Nia! You don't spoil Andi too far! You see, right now how naughty is he?! Already often we are called the principal of his school due to the actions caused by Andi!”

“But, right Andi not wrong Pa, wrong him also why so crybaby,” bela Andi from behind the waist of Bu Nia.

“Shut up, Andi!” snapped Mr. Andre. “You know what, ha? You are still a little boy! You don't bother the old man! Your job is just learning and learning, can not make your parents difficult like this! Papa is tired of dealing with teachers who report about your mischief!”

Andi immediately shrieked when he heard the very loud snapping of his papa. He held the edge of his mother's shirt tightly. He buried his head tightly into Bu Nia's body.

Mr. Andre breathed heavily. Then he stepped up the stairs to enter his room. He needed time to calm himself. Business in the office alone has made his head like it wants to break. Plus his son's mischief at school.

“You do not go along way like your brothers,” exclaimed Mr. Andre weakly. “If once again Papa hears you are making a fuss again at school. Papa doesn't hesitate to send you to Sydney, like your older brother used to!”

“Already Mas, Andi is still a child, do not be scolded too often, do not pity ..” persuade Bu Nia gently while gently rubbing her husband's shoulder that goes up and down.

“Nia, I just don't want if Andi's nature is similar to Yogi,” said Mr. Andre slowly.

“Even if Mas scolds him like this he will even like Yogi.”

Mr. Andre was speechless listening to the words of his wife who he thought had a point. “While I wanted Yogi to change, nine years ago I decided to move out of town. It turns out my thinking was wrong. Instead of softening, Yogi is becoming. Even now it's coming down to Andi. Just sorry!”

***

Sora stared at the plant nanar that was flourishing on the balcony of his room. A plant that had a million memories in its heart. Memories that will never fade and die until at any time.

With her eyes now covered in a mist of tears, Sora turned her head to look at the blue sky above. His mind now drifted far into the past. A time that will never happen a second time in his life.

Sora held onto Sasi's hand tightly. The two smiled happily at each other when they saw the rose that was growing beautifully. Without any more orders, Sora immediately plucked the white rose and gave it directly to Sasi.

“Wah, good yes flowers!” sasi exclaimed cheerfully as she looked at the white rose that was now in her hand.

Sora smiled happily when he saw Sasi smiling.

The dimples on the little girl's face further made Sora's smile spread wide. “Sasi likes the flowers? Want Sora to pick up again?” tawar Sora's. His hand was about to pick the rose again.

Sasi quickly restrained Sora's hand in order for the boy to stop his actions. “No need, this is enough.”

“But that's just one. More, right, better.”

Sasi shook her head slowly. Then he sniffed the scent of that charming looking rose. “One is enough. Sasi does not care about the flowers a lot or not. Sasi doesn't care. That must be Sasi

it would be nice if Sora gave her flowers. Not anyone else.”

“Bener?” sora asked with sparkling eyes.

Sasi nodded quickly. “Iya, really. Sasi will still like even though there are few flowers, the important Sora who gives flowers for Sasi.”

Sora smiled faintly as he recalled the incident. Her tears would flow on their own whenever she remembered those sweet memories in her life.

“And until now you are still alive, maybe I am not lonely like this.”