The After I Die

Mother and affection

The boy is senseless, his mother is sick he can't do anything! “

Kina sat in front of the closed door hearing her mother's conversation with one of the neighbors who was visiting their house, the issue of unpaid arisan payment after almost two weeks because his mother lay sick at home, he had repeatedly persuaded his mother to seek treatment in Ni Lewun, the healer of Damung village. But there are so many reasons, ranging from shame to neighbors, then the actual money they can afford to just to the point that his mother blames the neighbors who have the same stalls with them to send the santet

His mother was healthy, very healthy, to date his mouth was diligent once cursing Kina, his own child

“She has no sense, the work is very slow, just cook the fish raw “

Apparently his mother was not satisfied to cuss her son in front of Bu Yuni, the fat woman just chuckled, her hands deftly counting the sheets of money.

“Ah, Kina is still small reasonable“

“What small, I used to be the age he could cook rice for sale in stalls, he could “

“Ya already bu, the important is already healthy“

Kina just sat quietly, really things like this have often happened in her life, whether what the mother meant, she did not understand, he did not understand, is this a form of parental affection so that his child can improve themselves ? he still doesn't understand

He hurried to his feet before his mother caught him behind the door, pretending to arrange books for school even though he had prepared them since last night

Her mother just quietly passed her, ignoring the news broadcast on the radio that was on since dawn, Kina dribbled her bike out of the house, she never had breakfast to school, she said, it is ironic considering they have a famous habang rice stall in their village

He pedaled his bicycle across the path that began to be crowded, in his ears continued to ring slowly from his mother, is that how late he is?

Since childhood, Kina has never felt the feeling of hugs and affection from her parents, when she was five years old she was taken to town by her aunt, living and helping her aunt sell in the market. But one month ago his aunt died in a traffic accident, so inevitably he had to return to his hometown

His hometown, where both his parents lived, Damung Village, forty kilometers from the city, was located at the foot of a hill near the valley and surrounded by swamp forest, inadequate road access, and, only the footpath in the form of land, if it rains the village's access to the city will be covered by mud and flooding, and, under normal conditions the journey will reach one day and in case of rain and flood the journey reaches two days

Kina sighed, she was a little distracted when she sat for the first time in her class, this school is the only school in Damung village, package school, any age can enter, any, the equivalency school had only one teacher, and all had their own schedules, like Kina taking the Junior High equality package, her schedule this morning

The room was dusty and a lot of trash was strewn under the table, he snorted, his eyes staring one by one his new friends who were starting to enter the classroom

One.. two.... three.. six. wait, only six ?

He noticed the number of female students in his class there were only six remaining men four people.

One person sat in front of him, he turned his head briefly towards Kina with a smile with his teeth shuffled

"I am Arna" he extended his hand, Kina greeted him with joy

“Kina”

Arna pointed at a curly-haired person sitting in front of the blackboard

“His name is Dayuti, he's a smart guy, a pompous darling”

Kina did not understand what Arna meant to badmouth someone in front of people who were new to her

Arna bared her teeth again as she waved at Dayuti who began composing her books on her desk, but Dayuti was indifferent to "Tuh' right"

“Oh so” Kina sucks

“I heard your aunt was killed in an accident” Arna switched the topic, Kina was a little upset to hear her aunt being taken to pieces

A week before the death of her aunt Kina had a fight with market thugs who liked to disturb her. But not fighting to the death

where is that rubbish gossip?!

“I couldn't have done that!”

“Perhaps your aunt died because of that thug ‘kan?”

Kina clenched her hands, she had explosive anger, little things like this could be very disturbing, especially if this was about her aunt taking care of her since childhood

“Owh, come on. Everyone knows”.

“That's not true!“

“Why yell? I just asked!”

Arna covered her ears in annoyance, stepping out while grumbling, whereas she was only slightly teasing Kina but Kina's reaction was overwhelming

“You are dealing with the wrong person.”

Kina spoke softly with emphasis, she was annoyed, already upset from the morning because of her mother's words, and plus this person, who had just met had already made fun of others, had no manners, no manners, maybe a slow and stupid person like his mother said, but he is not someone who can be stepped on by his pride or lowered like this, this person should be taught a lesson!

Kina ran after Arna pulling her hair until the girl screamed in pain

“Argh.. You are brash!“

Arna tried to release the grip of Kina's hand from her hair to make some of her hair loose, she grabbed Kina back and clawed her face

“How dare you be a new kid !”

Scratch of his face scratches Kina's face to make a wound, Kina more furious he kicked Arna to fall sat on the floor

“Bare ? of course I dare “

Kina dragged the chair towards Arna.

The classroom atmosphere was suddenly silent, only the sound of the chair's snarl was heard, all eyes staring at Kina

“What do you want ? can I report to teacher ?”

A bespectacled man approached trying to block Kina's footsteps, he slightly shuddered at Kina's eyes, his eyes darkened, not looking scared at all

“What happened here !?” An echoing sound made the atmosphere of the canteen, all the students who had been watching the scene were ragged glasses as soon as they saw a middle-aged man with gray hair standing not far away

He was Pak Wawan, at a glance who I knew from the name that was sewed on his brown shirt, maybe the teacher at this package school

“You're coming with mr“

Kina looked at the glasses man furiously, the bench she had been holding was thrown to the floor by him, the glasses man helping Arna to follow in a limp manner