THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)

40. Sometimes think deeply but it is simple..

Sera stood on the second-floor balcony, looking straight at the green ground as long as her eyes could see. The little girl wore a milky white hat, with a velvet jacket that Bi Sri wore, due to the blowing afternoon breeze. It looked warm, and its serious face made the little girl even more adorable.

While behind him, sat the English Teacher in a leisurely chair. The teacher was young, beautiful, but unfortunately married and had children. From Sera's observation, this female teacher was also loyal. Impossible to be interested in his father. Sera saw a photo of her husband, very handsome–white face soft, although according to Sera not so manly. Emm. In his eyes, Papa is a reflection of the ideal type.

This time learning has entered a conversation session, after previously Sera repeated his vocabulary memorization. Lately, he memorized English vocabulary so fluently. On the contrary, the memorization of his letter is getting here more and more difficult to remember. For Sera who demands perfection, this cannot be underestimated.

Akmal said it all depends on charity.

Sera did not understand the meaning of the sentence, but when did Akmal not mock him? Sera wanted to grab the boy's hair.

So, at this time, at Sera's request, Miss Jenna, agreed to test memorization ‘translated English’ letter Al-maun.

With a straight gaze to the spacious airy, Sera's eyes squinted full of courage.

“..Have you seen the one who.. denies Recompense?”

Miss Jenna fix veil–more to shawl actually. Originally Miss Jenna was not wearing a veil, specifically for this session Bi Sri lent her.

If you follow a dictionary, denies means denying. But the translation for this first paragraph is ‘mendustakan’.

Miss Jenna had told me before that she was not an expert in this field. Sera only asked for Miss Jenna to be a listener.

Sera completed the translation memorization of the entire verse, then exhaled. He finally crossed the bridge of trouble.

He felt, when reading the verse, he would immediately remember the weakening.

"Where, Miss?" Sera asked still in English.

"good. But you have to repeat with routine, memorize by heart."

The kind that even if you do not see the text or mind is empty, the mouth can still move without error.

Pi pi pi–

The ringing of the digital clock on Miss Jenna's phone has rung, a sign that tutoring time is up.

Miss Jenna can guarantee, Sera is one of the brilliant active students she has ever taught. If humans are classified with alpha, beta, omega, then Sera is alpha.

Sera may start a little late. While other children live abroad and are commonly spoken to in foreign languages by parents and the environment, Sera is not late at all.

Sometimes the little girl was silent and acted like a child, but her eyes showed intelligence. Several times, Miss Jenna felt that her behavior was more mature than a child her age. EQ and balanced IQ.

His ability had already caught up with Akmal and the others. Sera could already understand the conversation of her class children. He never left carrying a little dictionary.

Although he still often left behind chatter.

“You are so great, the spirit of napalin.” compares Sera to the behavior of her son at home, making Miss Jenna sad, but she is not discouraged.

Who wouldn't expect to have a sholeh/sholeh child?

“Why did she, Miss?” for Sera this was not strange or proud.

Little Sera still limited the scope of his knowledge. But he remembered that the letters he memorized would be an umbrella of hardship, heat, or the like, after he died

Sera is just shaping the future.

According to Sera this is a natural thing. Instead, he was sometimes astonished by his friends, who when he memorized letters and asked for help, they did not know at all.

Sera asked him to Bi Sri. Bi Sri said, everyone is learning. Old young all the same. He could not judge such a level to judge a person's good/bad.

Oh, Sera doesn't judge them good or bad. He just pity. Too bad, this pity has no benefit. He could only relay back the message that Bi Sri passed on to his classmates.

Sera intends to bring this umbrella to her Mama. His papa, too. But Papa's not dead.

Maybe because the death happened to the people closest to him, Sera so always remember.

He is no longer confused with the terms ‘tidur’ and ‘mati’.

Sera pondered deeply as she escorted Miss Jenna to the door.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Miss. Be careful on the way.”

Sera thought, her umbrella would not fit for the three. Sera could not ask her Mama to memorize. He could only make sure his Papa was memorized. Let his father use the umbrella alone to make it easier.

Sera went back to the room and called her Papa.

Mutuals who remember Sera's activity schedule, receive calls. Know that his daughter is done tutoring.

“Papa!”

“Where to learn today?”

“Now Sera vocabulary already exists. hundred!” Sera actually did not count how many vocabulary words he had memorized. He just felt that there were many. A hundred is a lot of numbers.

“Later I try to count, deh.” added Sera a little restless.

Mutual laughs. “Keep especially?”

“Same memorization letter.”

Suddenly, Reksa felt bad.

“Try papa now letter test Al-Maun.” said Sera with a serious tone of voice.

Joe who submitted the report that afternoon, vaguely heard his boss muttering on the phone–the afternoon schedule was usually phone time with little miss.

The one that came out of his boss' mouth was Arabic. Does the boss have clients from there? Seemingly no.

Joe's eyes showed amazement.

Hey, he doesn't have no idea how ‘bebas’ his boss is. As adults, differences in beliefs sometimes become strange things, as well as simple things.

Joe also became motivated to visit his house of worship.

Little miss is really something.

***

The next morning, Sera left for school as usual. The problem of him who wants to learn martial arts is still a consideration. Sera was thinking of finding another way.

Sera actually wants something practical, which can make her beat the bad guys. That could help him protect those around him. He had thought of asking Shain for advice, as this topic was in line with his work. But every afternoon, Sera only sees Shain watering the plants. He has no hope.

At recess, Sera pulls Akmal into the classroom to chat with Khalia.

“I don't want to, ah.” said Akmal lazily. In this school he had many children who understood him; unlike his time in Kindergarten. Sera is no longer his role model. So he felt annoyed once this arranged it.

“After aja.” said Sera whispered.

Akmal did not bother to whisper back. He spoke out loud.

“You only know him himself, why.” but Akmal still sits on the bench Sera. With the seats turned, facing towards Khalia at the back.

“Hai.” Khalia is always friendly to anyone.

“Ck.”

“I just got this from my aunt, look deh.” Khalia ignored Akmal's jostling, showing a wooden puzzle in the shape of a pencil box. Khalia moved each side of the box, but it didn't open.

“Bdamaged is it?” khalia said doubtfully. "Mante I brought right back from Country J, maybe it broke down on the road?"

Akmal has never played a puzzle like this, but he knows that this thing is not broken. His curiosity was provoked for a moment.

“Try me to see.” both of them then drowned in the discussion to break the mystery of the puzzle, while Sera walked to the Greenhouse to convey Khalia's message to Abima.

Shain followed behind him that time.

Arriving at the gardening area, Sera checked around. Not only did the gardener not exist, he also did not see Abima. Yet he saw a sliver on the side of the flowerbed.

Shain examined the surroundings carefully. Checking in yesterday, the results showed that yesterday's gardener was a temporary clerk who replaced the school gardener who broke his leg due to a fall from a folding ladder.

Sera who found no one, walked into the rabbit cage. The higher shain accompanied beside Sera. As an adult, he has a broader outlook. The figure in the rabbit cage made Shain feel that something was wrong. Immediately his hand restrained Sera's shoulder.

“Nona, wait here.”

“Ah–?” Sera was about to protest, but seeing Shain darting forward, Sera's intuition said something was wrong.

The girl would naturally not be silent just because she was told to be quiet! Sera ran after.

The rabbit cage was 2x2 in size with an iron mesh wall and a tall roof. The view inside will be clearly visible. But if judged from the direction of the people, this cage is blocked by an opaque greenhouse. One would not know what happened except to walk beside the greenhouse.

Although narrow, there is still room to enter. Sera saw the gardener yesterday detained by Shain in the face down position. Both of his hands were held behind his back and Shain closed off any open space to fight. Sera frowned but was immediately distracted as soon as she saw Abima sitting on the ground, leaning against the iron net, paying no heed to the messy rabbit dirt and food. The boy's hand rubbed his mouth rough and his face red with tears.

While Shain had already called the school security guard, Sera immediately moved to pull Abima as he pleased out of the cage.

During that time, Sera's face did not stop wrinkling.

“Sini.” says Sera slowly, imitating her Papa's soft tone every sad Sera. The little girl patted Abima's dirty uniform without feeling the slightest disgust–before bringing the boy to the flowerbed, away from the view of the cage.

“Hiks, hiks.”

Sera took out the gloves from her skirt pocket, then carefully wiped away Abima's tears. Although the tears continued to drip, Sera did not feel her efforts were free.

She actually doesn't know what's going on, but Sera is most sensitive to feelings.

He realized that Abima was now feeling very scared and sad. Wh why?

Maybe this sadness is just like Sera's time of enemies with her Papa? Maybe when her mom's no longer on Sera's side?

Sera did not ask ‘why’ or ‘what happened’. He just stood up and hugged Abima. The boy sat on a flowerbed, with both hands firmly grasping Sera's waist.

“Hush, hush.” Sera whispered softly as she continued to rub Abima's back.

Before long Mr. Satpam came, then turned around and appeared again with the Headmaster and core teacher.

Shain had no intention of making this news a secret. He called the police at that moment. But considering the reputation of the school, as well as the children involved, the police who came did not sound the siren.

There were only a few nannies waiting, they thought there was a visit from the police, not thinking that the police had come to arrest someone. But some families can always get important information quickly.

Robert, Akmal's bodyguard is one of them. Seeing the police coming, he had already checked the schedule. There is no training or simulation involving security. Robert checked further and went straight to his employer.

Reksa, as the parent of the student who received the direct report from Shain who was involved in the scene, turned furious, making the executives present at the meeting instantly shut up.

Muta's eyes glared red. He darted down to drive to Sera's school after slamming the meeting room door.

Joe, who also received the brief news, gave his job to another secretary before following Reksa to school accompanied by a lawyer, just in case.

***

The hallway was already quiet and the entrance time of the lesson accelerated by ten minutes, inevitably making the school community confused and curious. Yet the teachers remained in the classroom, suppressing before the commotion took place. The lesson hours are normal.

Sera sat on a long bench outside the Headmaster's office with Abima.

Next to the couple's hands, each of them clasped tightly to each other.

The situation inside sounded chaotic, even though the voices of the adults were deliberately slowed down, Sera could hear her Papa's voice full of emotion.

Sera glanced at the silent Abima, then turned to Shain.

“My package is in class.” Sera felt that Abima's body temperature was slightly cold. His red cheeks were now missing light. “Sama honey water in thermos.”

Shain hesitated for a moment, but thinking that Sera's class was located on the turn, he immediately ran.

Sera received her jacket for no more than a minute, before wearing it to Abima.

“...I also bring a jacket.” said Abima raspy.

“Your class is far away, my class is closer.” said Sera calmly. With what just happened, Shain would not be willing to go upstairs leaving these two children alone. Even though it is safe, it is contrary to the code of ethics of work.

Sera poured warm honey water into the flask lid. Previously Abima was offered drinking water. Sera doesn't understand what's the point. If you want to drink, then drink to swallow. But he knew the adult world was always full of mysteries.

Unfortunately, Abima is unwilling to go anywhere and does nothing but hug Sera as the teachers approach and persuade her.

The flasked glass lid that Sera handed over was received by Abima with both hands.

“Drink first, great. Sweet this.”

“O-oke.”

Sera shut down the flask after Abima refused to drink a second time.

“Temenin me.” said Abima lirih.

“Oke.” Sera continued to hold Abima's hand and sat down beside her.

“Yesterday I wrote a letter.” said Sera, it suddenly crossed to share with Abima. “Help with Miss Jenna. She's my language teacher.” Sitting still and depression are really not typical of children.

“..You, les?” asked Abima who finally distracted her.

“Iya. I'm actually not fluent when I speak foreign languages.”

“I, I don't les.”

“Yes because you already pinter.”

Abima shook his head slowly, “I was taught Opa.” his way of speaking was still a little choked and hoarse from crying earlier. But hearing Sera praise him, Abima drew a smile.

Seeing that, Sera was instantly relieved.

He told me again. “My father is a good guy, but he doesn't teach me.”

“Your father, the. who is inside?” along with Abima's question, there was a table buzz, followed by a voice in Muta.

“Yups. That's Papaku. He again angryin people.” said Sera. Although he knew his Papa was dealing with teachers, Sera could already watch his Papa reprimanding people at his workplace. While the rowdy gardener, seeing Shain snuggle up without speaking, that person must have committed a crime.

Otherwise, why would Abima cry like that?

The little girl looked at Abima inside and said seriously. “You rest easy, my Papa must have taken the bad guy to jail. You won't see that person again forever.”

Abima digested the sentence deeply. His fear when alone was suddenly hindered by Sera who came to take him out of the cage. The narrow room that smelled suddenly became bright, the blue sky reappeared and the scent of flowers re-smelled.

The warm feeling that enveloped him made Abima feel safe.

Although this was only the second time he had met Sera, he believed her words.

“My father is the greatest in the world.” said Sera slowly, with a sweet smile.

Abima was fixated for a moment, immediately replied with a stammer, “A-my father is also.”

“Iya, your father too.” Sera half persuaded.

“But..” Abima down. They haven't come here yet.they don't come when he's scared.

Suddenly we heard footsteps from the end of the hallway. A formal hooded woman and wearing a suit approached hurriedly, with the man in white and glasses beside her.

Looking closely, their clothes were a little messy, the man in the suit did not bother to fix his slanted glasses and directly darted over to Abima.

Sera was about to give up her grip, but Abima refused.

So he came in the arms with Abima's parents.

Sera said in her heart.

Dad's great.

Your mom too.

***