THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)

THE ABOVE THE CLOUD(ABC)
41. Rather than carrying the misery of others...



At the insistence of Reksa, the incident was in the spotlight of the media, by hiding the name of the school and highlighting the case and perpetrators.


The perpetrator was a thief suspected of fleeing several years ago. Mutual checked back on the news, and he then regained consciousness... That he had heard it live on tv under the title 'The Stealer Who Escaped'. But what did he do? He simply ignored it, assuming a common case. The reason why the usual theft case can be in the news, apparently because the psychological examination of the perpetrator has a sexual tendency towards toddlers. The two police divisions have different opinions. First division, because the perpetrator committed the crime of theft, the penalty is ordinary fines and held for a period of time; according to the demands of the victim and applicable law. They refused to report it when the perpetrator fled.


The second division of the criminal psychological section, demands to detain and provide guidance on the abnormal mental perpetrators.


He finally got on the news while fleeing.


However, one family member ignored police appeals and let the perpetrator stay at his home.


“My cousin said he stole, but when he was arrested, the goods were returned. So I think yaudah, justin in my house aja.” about so the confession of his cousin. Simultaneously, the victim of theft himself does not want to prolong the case.


His cousin, 24, was an intern at the minimarket.


Police also can not blame, because of the tendency, meaning the perpetrator is only ‘thought’, and has not done. 


But who would have thought, during the loose period after escaping, taking advantage of the weakness of his cousin's heart, the perpetrator replaced the photos in his cousin's SKCK with photos of his and applied to his Sera School as a temporary replacement gardener. The school itself will not bother to check the SKCK data for temporary employees; let alone be aware that the person is a fake. 


During the escape period, two toddler bodies were found in a roadside garden with tainted marks. The area is still a subdistrict. But because the place is random, lack of evidence and no witnesses, the case is not continued.


It is only considered to be misfortune.


The victim's family did not sue.


Reksa admitted that the state police sucked in investigating this kind of case.


Until now there is no information on whether the perpetrator ever committed the crime.


Muta stared at the document with the eye bags that had been slightly blackened. The clock was two o'clock in the morning, but he was still thinking hard.


If the perpetrator is prosecuted, with a light law in this country, several years in prison and fines will be too light when compared to the disaster brought. In the back, Reksa doesn't know, maybe there's been another victim?


Because this man has been disturbed psychologically, Muta thought all of them damaged his mentality and input to RSJ.


Too bad, Muta has no mercy to straighten out this villain's brain.


Back then, if Shain wasn't with Sera, what would have happened? Two young children will not be able to do anything in the presence of an adult. 


The man had clearly intended from the start to commit the crime courageously. Doing in school hours, in school settings, and in school communities. There's no fear at all. 


If Abima was a timid child, that child would probably have complied even by force. 


Sera…


Muta massaged his forehead restlessly.


Mutual dreams that have long since sunk back to the surface. If Reksa does not come, Sera becomes a victim.


Now that Sera is sheltering behind the back of Reksa, various factors also change the 'future' in her dreams. Sera survived. But his daughter was not far from this kind of thing.


Could this be a sign that he's doing something to reduce the child predators out there?


“....”


If Sera and Shain don't come, the boy (Abima), I don't know what happened.


Mutual grateful in his heart, he is still given the opportunity to correct his mistakes.


If only time from the beginning heard the news he was looking, what would happen?


But no word ‘Then only'.


He could only move forward and plan his best. 


Muta was also aware that he could not leave Sera without defense. Part of the prayer, he asked God to protect Sera. Part of the effort, he'll work on it.


Didn't her daughter say she wanted to learn martial arts?


The company will support it wholeheartedly.


****


Sera opened a small notebook on the table. With the writing still unstable, Sera carved word for word on the paper.


“I want to protect my friends.


From the bad guys.


I can fight if the bad guy's a kid.


But if the bad guys are big, I can't fight.”


The little girl did not look twice. He closed the book and put it in the drawer.


How conscious is Sera? Realizing that her Mom could just leave, she also realized that her Papa could leave without saying goodbye like that as well.


Or maybe Sera left first.


This is something that humans can't handle. The terms of stay and go are in the hands of the Powerful.


Sera cut the paper into a rectangle. 


But what good is man trying?


This means that small businesses can change something.


If you can't change someone's destiny, maybe you can change God's 'mood? At that time, maybe his wish will be granted.


Sera wrote the short sentences on the long paper before folding them into stars. Sera spent the entire afternoon filling up the small jars with colorful stars.


Especially for that day the English course is canceled. 


In the evening, Sera is called to the Mutual workspace.


Sitting on a small sofa, Sera noticed her Papa handing over several sheets of paper containing sports information.


Sera read the title one after another, and she noticed the picture. 


“You want to learn martial arts, right?” mutual Fishing.


“Ya!” Sera exclaims.


“Try to choose one of five there.”


Included in the document, Reksa included popular martial arts as well. Doesn't his daughter want to be an athlete?


Pencak silat, karate, taekwondo, aikido, muay thai, laijutsu.


Sera said she wanted to play, but she had no knowledge of which was better.


“H.. Pa, which one to choose?”


“You all?”


“...Oh, yaudah?” Sera agreed to remain in confusion.


Son, how can you do everything? Especially being an athlete of all martial branches? “...Choose the one you like aja.” said Reksa slowly.


Oh, but Sera really doesn't know.


Sera asked to learn martial arts only for a moment's feeling. He did want to, but he thought his Papa wasn't giving permission this fast. 


What was going through his mind at that time?


When he saw the gardener looking at Khalia so dirty, Sera wanted to do something.


He wants to be able to protect.


However, after something happened to Abima, Sera was devastated. He realized he couldn't do anything. There was a point in him that said, just let it go.


There's Papa, there's Shain. Sera will be fine.


“Pa, why did Sera learn this? Sera will not be able to jago.”


Mutual is aware that his daughter is experiencing anxiety in life. Since Mutual had never had children before, and had no experience, he considered that Sera's current confusion and mental state were normal for a grade 1 Elementary child.


Although many research results and articles about children on the internet, it can not always be used as a reference.


“It's not the same? What are you going to school for now? So that in the future you can determine a better direction.


It will not be a guarantee, but you go to school and study high can add opportunities and opportunities. You have so many choices.


Now you learn martial arts, not necessarily kepake too, right?


But if there is danger, you can choose: diem, or fight.


But if you don't learn? You can't choose.


You can only accept.


Good bad result, you can not blame anyone.”


Sera silently digested that sentence. Although she did not understand most of the contents, Sera knew that her choice not to learn was wrong in her Papa's eyes.


Reksa thought for a moment, “Example, yesterday asked papa to make a salary and memorization so what?”


“...Congratulations on the end?” Sera simply repeated what Bi Sri taught.


“It is rich. Although not necessarily going to survive, but there is effort. If you have any effort at all, the umbrella rain time will not have.”


Mutuals feel this conversation will not end smoothly. Sera also does not necessarily understand. Even many adults still stray: he himself for example.


Sera is still class 1 SD. There is still a long way to go.


“You don't have to think about this. Just choose to or do it. But if you have chosen, can not be pulled again, yes.”


“Oke, if that's Sera mau.” Seeing his Papa's efforts talk long, he did not want to disappoint his Papa.


In the future, he will see.


“Which is it?” ask Reksa.


Sera handed a piece of paper to Muta.


“Way Drajat? Sure?”


Sounds cool?


Sera nodded steadily.


“OK, then, starting tomorrow Papa find you coach Tarung Drajat. Don't back down, huh?”


“Sera will not back down.”


“This Is Papa's Princess.”


***


The next morning, Sera returned to school as usual. Since the first grade students had only started studying for a few months, the children were around to calm down after the incident a few days ago.


Only the upperclassmen and parents had time to talk about it.


While the person involved, Abima–from Khalia, Sera knew that Abima would transfer schools.


The reason was simple, not because the School could not improve itself; but because Abima's parents no longer believed in the school, and felt devastated because they had ignored the son only wayangnya all this time.


Considering Abima's psychology, there's no way she's still going to school, meeting her bad scene every day.


Sera hugged her backpack tightly on the chair. Inside was a small jar filled with stars. He intends to give it to Abima, but can't.


Khalia, who was aware of Sera's depression, asked tenaciously until she got an answer.


“You want to give a gift to Abima?”


“Em, yes. A parting gift is.” said Sera a little nervous.


“Hey, David!” Khalia suddenly exclaimed to the back of the class.


The one in the call is pasting a picture of the work of the previous clock on the mading.


“What to call?” david ketus said.


But as usual, Khalia was dumb. In terms of ignoring the sincerity of people, Khalia and Sera were experts.


“Look Abima, yuk!”


“Haah~?”


David, although not directly involved and never knew Abima, his parents had a storm because of the events yesterday-yesterday. He almost moved schools because of this.


Although he did not know the details, David understood that Abima had been colonized.


“He wants to move?” david finally paid attention to Khalia.


“Before moving, Sera would like to give you a parting gift.”


Hearing that, David's ears instantly sharpened.


“Hee... What gift anyway? Where can I see?”


David approached Sera. Beside him, Khalia stood looking inquisitively.


“I want to give you something too. But I don't know what to love.” persuade Khalia.


'Try to see yours, maybe be an inspiration?' that's the meaning behind it.


Sera finally took out the jar from her bag and placed it on the table.


“Wow... funny!”


“Eh, what a gift.” see the contents of colorful stars in a jar with pink ribbons, David snorted. “Consider star paper what good?”


“In his dalem there is writing.” Sera explained.


“What?!”


“You made this all?!” Khalia exclaimed in shock.


“Yeah.”


“How much is the total? I think a lot?”


“This looks like a hundred.”


David grinned while adding. “This is true love.”


Sera, who was about to be upset with David, was about to retaliate, but Khalia was in the first place. “I also want to make ah!”


“Will not have time if make now.” David glaring.


“Can, I ask the children to write now.” Khalia said while taking out a notebook. 


“They don't know Abima, either.”


“No problem? I asked them to write anything. There are still two hours to go home from school.”


Khalia intended to take advantage of the time interval to change lessons to fill the book.


In the end, only two notebooks were filled, the contents included from the Akmal class as well.


Khalia ignored David who laughed mockingly.


As soon as the school bell rang, Sera found herself standing alone on the side of the car with a jar and ‘surat’ containing the writings of the grade children.


“Not you want to come?” Sera stared at Khalia flatly.


“I have tutoring, sorry.” Khalia frowned. For their age, friendship is important. However, ‘the right thing to do’ based on the decision of the parents.


Since her parents had already scheduled tutoring, they could not refuse haphazardly.


“But this is the last time you met Abima.” refer to Sera.


“I can request Abima's phone number to Abi-ku.”


David who was watching on the side finally stepped forward.


“Come on, I'm bosen again. I'm coming with.”


“Oke.” Khalia agreed before Sera could refuse.


Akmal, who had just left the classroom, saw three small crowds and approached.


“You to Abima's house?” he heard the news from Roger.


“Em. You want to come?” sera asked with hope.


“I've met him. Bye-bye.” Akmal's father had a chance to work with his mother Abima, so their relationship was quite normal to visit each other at a time like this.


Sera looked at Akmal who went into his car without looking back.


“Depart no, nih?” urged David who was getting impatient.


“Oke.” Sera finally let out a long breath.


David went in and sat in the back seat with Sera, while his nanny sat in the front with Shain.


Abima's house is located in the Eternal Triya housing. The location is not far from the city center, but the location of the housing itself is still on the edge. Only the sound of vehicles could be heard from it.


The house is three floors cream, with a long iron fence of ash. The courtyard is small but the room inside is spacious. According to the housekeeper who greeted them, the house was only used temporarily in connection with Abima's parents' work.


Sera and the others waited in the living room in the backyard. Overlooking the gazebo and the parrot cage in the middle. Various plants and fish ponds decorate, pampering the eyes between the walls of the house are boring.


David sat back and took a sip of his squeezed orange juice. He savorily enjoyed the treats, like he was at home. While Sera sat waiting with a disciplined position. 


Before long, there was the sound of footsteps and a slow cry. Abima appeared in a long shirt and knee-length pants. His hair swayed slowly and the boy looked a little breathless, making his cheeks slightly flushed. Contrary to Sera's concern, Abima's situation looks good.


“Sera!!” the boy exclaimed happily. He ran past the table and immediately hugged Sera.


“Sera!” yell again.


“Um!!” Sera who received a sudden hug immediately hugged back. 


“I'm glad you came!” abima said with a happy tone that could not be hidden.


“Um, I also.” Sera responded in a similar tone. Both of them were so adherent, unlike the child who just knew yesterday.


“Say you want to move.” said Sera a little sad.


“Um..” The look on Abima's face immediately turned sad.


“I'm here to say something..”.


“I'm still a long time, move it.” cut Abima. He felt as soon as Sera's sentence was finished, Sera would immediately leave. “I'm still ... here.. another week. Yeah, right, Bi?”


“Uh..,” Bi Tata, who asked not sure how to answer.


“...That.., should wait for Mr and Nyonya–,” answer


“ Anyway, you play with me first. Play to my room, how?” abima's head turned away quickly, not bothering to listen to Bi Tata's reply.


“??”


“I have many unique toys! Bring my Mama from abroad!”


Although Sera was not short of toys, she was still interested in hearing about them.


“OK!”


David, who had been ignored, stared blankly at the two.


David: this is true love.


Until Sera and Abima ascended to the top, David's existence was not realized at all.


David: ....


"Dek David went up, Auntie Temenin?" Bi Tata offers caution. Fear of this one child hurt because of being ignored.


Though a little hurt, David did not show it in the face. He should not have come from the beginning.