The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 13

I still haven't come out of hiding. Still hesitant to get out, worried that Dad would break back into this dorm.

Just realized that I was in an IPA lab. Several test tubes were neatly tucked away on a table leaning against the edge of the wall. Netraku look to each side, in the corner of the room looks human skeletal skull is certainly not the original, which is just imitation for practicum tools, the, shifted to another corner where there is a tall closet with full glass that shows objects in it. Some microscopes were neatly tucked away in that closet.

I decided to get up, peek through the window of the lab, make sure Dad wasn't in this dorm.

A glass window is lined on one side of the wall. I stood there staring out there. From that window I could see into the dorm yard area. It seems like father has left, I saw Mang Yana locking the gate.

I feel relieved that I'm out of here. Mang Yana accidentally turned her head towards me until our gazes met.

I reviewed the smile despite the hesitation, but there was no reply from the old man. Even now his face seemed to see something scary. Tense and hurry to turn your face, then go to a place that is no longer affordable by my netraku.

I intend to get out of this room. When she turned over, Sabina suddenly stood right next to me. For the umpteenth time he made me hang.

"You again, where you been, huh? You always disappear indistinctly and come suddenly, it looks like a ghost!" ledekku while stepping towards the door.

Sabina looked unscathed by my jokes, the proof she was now following from behind.

"Mutia!" Bu Ine's voice called out to me, I immediately turned to the woman who was now standing in the doorway of the principal's room.

I approached the woman.

"Do you have a problem with your father?" tahya Bu Ine's.

I just kept quiet. It's appropriate for me to talk about personal matters to Bu Ine, even if she's the principal here.

"If you do have a serious problem you can tell the story of Mother, not in the pendam yourself, not good. After all, I will maintain your privacy, besides that I can also take care and protect you from your father. As long as I know the reason first," said Bu Ine.

"I had a bad relationship with my dad. She likes to play rough with Mom, so both my parents got divorced. Mom put me here so I don't become the target of my father's anger" I explained.

"So so?'' Bu Ine's gaze looked open, I don't know what he was thinking.

"But he's your real father, right?" ma'am Ine asked me.

"Yes, he's my real father but I don't feel the affection I deserve from him. I'm sorry, ma'am, I think I've been telling too much about personal matters, can I go to class?" I said ending our conversation.

"Oh, yes please. You go back to class. Studying diligently and if there's anything, just tell me the same mother." Ms. Ine looked serious, I only responded with a nod.

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A man who was a prison teacher seemed to walk into the classroom. A whistle hung on a rope that was coiled around his neck. The slightly dark white minus glasses framed his eyes. I see his age is not young anymore, but his body still looks fit. Naturally because he is a prison teacher who certainly maintains health and fitness.

He began to pass on one by one the name of his students. In accordance with the initials alphabet of our name, he complains.

"Anden …."

"Remain." Andin held his hand up and held his hand up.

One by one, he continued until it was my turn.

"Mutia!" 

"I, Sir!" 

"Oh, you're here" said the man, throwing a smile.

I just nodded while returning his smile.

From A to Z he complains but strangely does not mention Sabina by name. Was he forgetful, or missed? Ah, I have to say that he has not passed Sabina, even if the child does not exist and does not know where, I do not want to miss Sabina ugly.

"Well we start the lesson, open LKS …"

"Mr …!" My hand while raising my hand.

The man looked.

"Yes, Mutia, what's wrong?" ask him while fixing the position of the glasses.

"Mr hasn't approved of Sabina yet" I said inexplicably making everyone in the class look at me with a shocked look.

Not only did the students look at me like that, but I also saw the prison teacher frowning until there were creases on his wrinkled forehead.

"Sabina instead of missing a few months ago, she ran away. You know him?" 

The deg!

Sabina's missing? Blurred? Various questions filled my mind, as if in disbelief hearing the words of the prison teacher earlier.