The Dark Side of High School Kids

Chapter 46 - Holidays [1]

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Raffi threw himself into the bed. His wish was granted by Heni and Irwan. Raffi doesn't sleep alone. Mamat was accompanying him. Mamat was the daughter of her grandmother's maid. Stubby and potbellied.

Instead of sleeping quietly, Raffi was very disturbed. Mamat's snoring voice was very loud. Not to mention the body odor released by the twenty-year-old man.

Raffi hates the situation as much as it is now. The soul of the city child who was not eroded, just appeared within him. Raffi even rubbed his body several times as if cleaning dirt from there. At the end, the guy finally chose to sleep on the floor.

The next day, Raffi woke up in the morning blind. He ran out of the room and sat in the living room. Looking at the paintings on the walls that he thought were horrible.

"Are you awake?" Fatma caught the figure of Raffi who was engrossed in sitting alone. He then came closer.

"Yes, Grandma." Raffi answered briefly. He shifted a little to give his grandmother a seat.

"Where is your school?" ask Fatma. He brought Raffi into the fold. The typical old man's smell is automatically smelled by Raffi's nose.

"Well, Grandma. Smoothly.." lirih Raffi.

"Thank God.. You're not dating, are you?" Fatma asked again.

"Hehe..." Raffi just chuckled while throwing his face away.

Fatma smiled. "If you're dating, be careful. Take good care of the relationship anyway. Especially you are a man. A good man should take good care of his women as well. Instead of even utilizing to vent naf*su mere. A relationship like that doesn't end well. You see, in today's times, grandmothers often hear stories of teenage children who are pregnant out of wedlock," he said giving a long speech. The jaw log sounds thick.

'Start deh.' Raffi's mind while lowering the head like a turtle. He sat in a hugging knee.

"Yes, Grandma. I'm trying to do that" said Raffi. Suddenly he remembered Elsa's attitude towards him. Raffi chose to ask.

"But what if the girl gets angry?" Raffi. Causing Fatma's forehead to constrict deeply.

"angry? Angry because what was it?" Fatma did a look in. Through Raffi's question, now he knows one thing. Raffi already has a girlfriend.

Raffi. He finally chose not to continue the conversation.

"If the woman is angry, she is asked why she is angry because of what. Don't be quiet." Fatma patted Raffi on the shoulder because she was feeling anxious. Next, he took Raffi to the kitchen. They will prepare breakfast together.

During the day, Raffi was invited to spend time in the garden. There he and his father were told to harvest ripe tomatoes.

"Ah.. This isn't the holiday name, Pah! But rodi's work!" lamented Raffi while wiping the sweat that is in the temple. He gets the task of transporting the tomatoes that have been picked.

"If you're tired, get some rest!" irwan.

"Really, Pah? Yes, I rest first. All around too." Raffi rushed to run away from the plantation.

Irwan who saw just smiled and shook his head. He had no idea that Raffi had gone out on a bicycle. His son did not intend to return to the garden.

Raffi cycling is not necessarily directional. Even so, he tried to remember the way back to go home.

When watching the river flow filled with rocks, Raffi decided to stop. He washed his face with water. The heat caused by the scorching sun feels gone.

Raffi sat for a while on the rocks. Enjoy the clean air that you might never get in the city.

Raffi's eyes narrowed. Clarify the figure of the girl he saw. Because he felt foreign.

After tracing through his memories, Raffi finally found an answer. He remembered that the girl he saw now was a tenth grader at his school. The girl who was always attacked by nervousness. Raffi remembers his face, but does not know his name.

"Eh, you're a tenth-grader, right?" raffi Tegur.

The girl who was none other than Fitri, immediately turned her head towards Raffi. His eyes immediately rounded perfectly. He felt shocked to see Raffi's presence in plain sight.

"Bab-neck... Raff..." Fitri stammered. He was caught in the middle of a rushing river. Without feeling, Fitri was off guard. The basket he had in his grasp was washed away by the water.

"Eh, lo basket!" Raffi rushed into the river. He tries to save Fitri's drifting basket.

Fitri who had been riveted, finally joined the race. He immediately chased after his basket filled with yams. Fortunately in the river there are many rocks, so the Fitri basket is easily caught.

Raffi whose position is closest to the basket. Immediately give the basket to Fitri.

"Now! By the way, what are you doing here?" ask Raffi.

"Thank you..." Fitri smiled as she lowered her head. "I'm just here to make vacation time, brother. All help Grandpa's work," he told me.

"Oh, so... Right here! Let me help you wash the yam lo." Raffi offered to help.

"Not bother, brother. I can do it myself." Fitri tried to refuse. Raffi is forcing.

Fitri finally could not refuse anymore. He just bit his lower lip. Then pay attention to your own appearance from the tip of the foot to the head. Fitri was wearing shabby and dirty clothes. Not to mention that his body was heavily smashed with the ground.

"Where is your grandfather's house?" Raffi started the conversation. He knows Fitri's a quiet girl. Raffi should start the conversation first.

"There, Brother. Near the great orchard of Mbah Fatma." Fitri pointed towards the house his grandfather was in.

"Lo knows my grandmother?" Raffi asked while busy cleaning the yam from the ground. The same thing was done by Fitri.

"Bah Fatma is your grandmother's sister? Whoa. pantesan..." Fitri looked surprised. Then develop a sweet smile. The girl had tanned skin and had a sharp nose. If defined, Fitri is a real embodiment of Indonesian girls. Friendly, sweet and polite.

"What message?" Raffi demands answers. He now stopped cleaning the yam. Staring straight at the quiet, sweet girl before him.

Fitri's cheeks are red. His heart did not stop beating. How not? He finds himself interacting with Raffi's figure. Everything just happened because of the tub of yam that was washed away by water.

"Pay the attitude of a wise brother like Mbah Fatma. He was a role model of the people of the village here, brother. My grandfather also sometimes works to help harvest Mbah Fatma's garden. It just so happens that he's busy." Fitri explained gently.

"My grandmother was a lecturer." Raffi. Fitri could only be embarrassed.

Raffi and Fitri have finished cleaning the yam. Now Fitri rushed to leave.

"Gue can come with you? I was stuck at Grandma's. I also don't have a friend. You know better the ins and outs of this village than I do." Raffi likened his move to Fitri.

"Here-follow? Brother want to come with me?" Gill pointed to himself.