The Ark of Love Nurmala

The Past Aldi (2)

We kept walking while telling stories. It turns out Anisa wasn't as closed as I thought.

"I didn't see your father Anisa?" I asked with curiosity about the figure of Anisa's father.

"Get out, go home late at night!"

"What did your father do Anisa, until late at night?"

"Hemmmh I don't know Al, my mother seems to choose the wrong husband, every night home, father is drunk!" Anisa sighed letting out a heavy burden on her chest.

The bright lights are already visible, the crowded sound of visitors colliding with the music of the game makes the atmosphere of the square very lively.

"What do you want to ride Anisa?" tanyaku.

"Good the horses, after that ride on the rotating bag that's Al!" Anisa looks excited and excited. Armed with the chicken piggy bank money I broke, I followed all of Anisa's wishes, I was happy to see her happy.

Finished with those two games, we walked around the square eating cotton candy, stopping by the ice cream shop, "Al poto yuk!" pinta Anisa when looking at the photo box, we also posed together with joy. The photo I put on the closet door, as if I never wanted to let go. I could see Anisa's happy smile every time I opened it.

Monday morning I'm still picking up Anisa.

"Tomorrow don't pick me up Al!" anisa said when she came home from school.

"Why, are we used to going out together?" I'm against Anisa's ban.

"Sony's gonna take me!" answer Anisa. Sony is his stepbrother, he just had a bike, reportedly Sony's father won big at the gambling table.

Sony's age is my age, but since a year ago he's been out of school, working on projects if anyone invites, the rest hang out at crossroads.

I couldn't argue anymore when Anisa said I was going to ride the bike, obviously I lost class. The motor is faster, also convenient. Unlike my bike, the bonnet was made of iron, hard and certainly hurt Anisa's butt when her wheels hit the portal alley.

Riding the Sony motorbike does not make Anisa come earlier than when with me, instead she is often late, coming in the last second the gate will be locked.

"It's not that riding the bike can be faster, but why are you often late Anisa?" ask me during the break.

"Motor can not walk alone Al, if the driver does not sleep wake up the same!" lamented Anisa.

"How about I pick you up again?" my door.

"No need Al, I'd rather comply than get in trouble!" said Anisa. From his words I could catch about his family being disharmonious.

Since her sister has a motorcycle, Anisa is more often with Sony, only occasionally going with me to the town square of the district.

Six months later we went up to 3rd grade High School.

We were in separate classes, I was Bio 1 and Anisa Bio 2, but we could still walk together at recess.

For two days I did not meet Anisa, said a friend of hers who was ill. After school I stopped by his house.

Tok.butts.."Why, Anisa?!" quiet, no one answered my greetings.

Tok..tok.tok "Assalamualaikum, Anisa it's me Aldiansyah!" I knocked back on the door and called Anisa's name, while I waited, only then did I hear an answer, and the door of her house opened.

"Look Al!" anisa Pinta.

"Your face is pale Anisa, just lie down. Here I bring you bread and milk, eat!" I put the package on the table, but Anisa did not answer a word, she seemed to have no energy even though just to talk.

"Hueeek..hueeek!" Anisa stood up and ran to the bathroom, I heard her vomit. I think my throat is bitter.

I waited, but Anisa never showed up. There was a fear of something happening to Anisa, because as far as I had no one else in her house, I ended up looking into the back room, how surprised I was to find Anisa already sleeping on the front floor of the bathroom.

"How could I not hear him fall? Maybe he didn't fall into a slump but started from squatting, then fainted!" my brain turned around to answer my astonishment, but I had already carried Anisa and brought her back to bed.

That's when Sony came along. I don't know where it came from, I just know suddenly he was standing at the door of Anisa's room.

"Ooh you look!, close the door if you want to pervert!" he said while tracing his waist with his cynical face harassing.

"It's not like you see, I just.."

"Well, I don't need an explanation!" Sony cut my explanation rough, then passed leaving me still glued to Anisa's room.

I rushed out, picked up the bag and left Anisa in the room. I don't know what exactly Anisa is going through.

On the way home I just pray that her family quickly take Anisa to the doctor.

Every break I try to find Anisa, and she hasn't been to school for a few days. I wanted to see her again, but my fear was greater if I came alone. I finally brought some of my classmates.

Back at school we came to his house, there were two motorcycles parked on the terrace. We stopped in the yard, feeling sad if there are guests Anisa's parents.

"Eeh you're Al, come in!" anisa's mother asked us to come in and sit in the living room. Anisa's mother came back out with a few cups of ice syrup.

"Let's drink, you must be thirsty!" said friendly. We immediately stormed the drink, understand the amount of heat riding a bicycle berbonggan, a lot of sweat, need to restore body fluids.

"Anisa doesn't want to go out, she's weak!" said Anisa's mother.

"Have you been to the doctor, right?" my question then, Anisa's mother said she had taken her to the doctor as well as to the midwife. We also say goodbye after drinks and snacks serving ludes is not left.

Three days later Anisa has entered school, it feels very happy to see her back in the classroom. Go to the cafeteria and talk a lot.

But I saw Anisa look more moody than before she was sick, sometimes she lingered on the toilet until followed to quickly return to class.

Time passed, the midterms were odd, I chose to study more at home, because my mother gave an ultimatum "If your NEM doesn't make the top three, don't expect to go to college!"

The top three target, and getting a scholarship is my hope.

One night while I was studying in the living room, I was surprised by three guests. They knocked on the door hard, like angry people.

Braakk..Braak "Assalamualaikum, assalamualaikum, Mr. Sardi! Mr Sardi!" I hurried to open the door. I looked at the three people, they were Anisa's father, the Head Hamlet and Mr. RT.

"Where's your Father?" asked Mr. Wo, had not been able to answer I heard the voice of the Father

"Yes sir, please come in!" He emerged from behind a bed with my mother.

"Oh, make a drink! What's the matter, Mr Wo, like there's something very serious?" ask the astonished father.

"Yes, indeed we want to talk about a very important issue Mr. Sardi, this is Aldi's problem!" said Mr. RT.

Hearing my name being mentioned, my heart became restless and full of question marks, "I? what's that serious problem? I know everything's fine!"