The Hidden
WORRYING
“Apasih ma, Bryan is already big. Don't be rich like that, later if you see Bryan even Bryan considered a mama” child
“Yes you are mama”'s child
“Ya yes ma, but not so the concept ma....”, directly walk away from his mother.
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“Hoamm”
A sunny morning is a great day for anyone. The eastern sky that emits a beautiful yellow tinge, the sounds of the birds begin to sound adding to the impression of its own for this morning. Who wouldn't be fascinated by such a sight, would they?
But not this time for a girl who just woke up from her sleep. The memory of last night's events still lingered in his mind. The longer his breathing began to become irregular. In his memory the events of last night look like videos playing over and over again. A tear escaped one of his eyes.
‘Ceklek’
“Honey let's wake up, mama made your favorite fried rice nih”, while walking into her son's room.
When looking at Nana's bed, he found Nana leaning on the back of the mattress with tears flowing. Crying without sound only tears come out. Devi hurriedly placed a tray of dishes and a glass of milk on the bedside nightstand. He hurriedly approached his son and embraced him lovingly, as if channeling strength to his son. Nana who got a hug from her mother did not return the hug, her gaze was still straight ahead with flowing tears starting to diminish slightly. Devi who felt her son was just silent I took off her embrace.
“You are calm. Now that you're safe, there's a mama here. For school affairs already mama permission to your homeroom teacher”
Nana moved her head to look at her mother. Devi who knew the meaning of Nana's gaze also explained the meaning of her previous words.
“Mama has told everything to your homeroom teacher, mama told him not to tell anyone. Mom kept telling her that you didn't go to school because you were sick, she also understood your condition. He said you entered his school when you really improved aja”, he explained.
Nana nodded her head in response to the mother's words.
“You eat first ya”, while taking a plate that is above the nightstand.
There is still no voice from Nana, only a headband is the answer.
“Slightly yes, let your stomach not be empty. Aaaaa”, thrusting a spoonful of rice towards Nana's mouth.
Nana remained silent, she did not want to open her mouth a millimeter.
“You should eat baby. You have to be strong, you have to fight that fear. If you like this, you will also prohibit mama from entering school any longer, or even you will homeschooling mama aja"
After hearing her mother's words, Nana finally opened her mouth.
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“Duh Nana where the hell hasn't come? Did I not pick up? But from yesterday, I was told via chat if I can not pick up today. The phone on HP is also inactive. Duh make people worry aj”, murmured Chelsea.
The condition of the class is now quite crowded, let alone staying five minutes the doorbell will sound, but Nana has not yet arrived in the class so that makes Chelsea more worried. Chelsea tried to call Nana's number, but the number remained inactive from last night. Until finally the bell rang and Nana still did not come.
“Where's the child?”, inner Chelsea worried.
A master teacher entered the XI IPA1 classroom, he began to pass on the students present at his current class hours.
“Florensana Aqila”, call it.
There is no support from the class.
“Florensana Aqila?’, call her one more time.
Chelsea who just realized the name Nana called the teacher immediately answered him.
“Not present bu”, he said.
“Where does your child know? Florensana that's what Nana calls is not?’’, he asked.
“Iya bu”, replied a student on the front bench.
Gracia et al looked towards Nana's usual seat after hearing that Nana was not attending school today.
“No usually no boy entered, without description again”
“Dih apaansih, ga importantly also”, continued, then throw face to face the board.
“Oh, means that not entered one person huh?, okay now you open the book page 32. Material this time about the Proclamation of Indonesian Independence..”.
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‘Sttt’, while nudging Bryan's arm.
Bryan who felt a touch on his arm tried to look at the person sitting next to him from the tail of his eyes.
“How come the face of entering the class is already tangled very?”
Bryan simply took a deep breath, not intending to answer his friend's question.
“Lu to the canteen? Kalok yes ayok buruan now depart mumpung bel break new aja sound”
Bryan immediately stood up and walked towards the classroom door ahead of Fandi who was still behind him.
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“Tuh boy where the hell!”, Chelsea is still busy to call Nana number.
Just a few times he tried to contact Nana, he was surprised by someone who kicked the table in front of him.
“Allahhuakbar!!”
Chelsea held his chest with his right hand. Then he lifted his head to see who the man who had no manners suddenly kicked his table. After seeing who was the one who kicked down his desk, his emotions grew even more ignited.
“Heh lu, lu, lu. Have no manners, anyway? I knew there was someone else on the phone playing table games. If I have a heart attack do you all want responsibility? Not right!!”, he said in a tone that rose an octave.
Gracia just rolled her eyes lazily.
“If you have a heart attack I even mouthed, tuh cupu later no one helps you again”, said Kristal.
“Heem, the better deh”, added Laura.
“Wah ngajak nih nih orang”, said Chelsea while rolling up his right sleeve.
“What do you want?!”, Laura said as she watched Chelsea begin rolling up her right sleeve.
“Ya want to fight, here forward you one-one”, while taking a swing to punch his target.
“Ck, do not need your pretentious here”, said Gracia who had just listened to their conversation.
“Heh, who's acting here anyway? Don't have glass in the house? Uh, there's no way dong doesn't have glass, right son of a rich man”, while staring cynically Gracia.
“Udah do not need to bacot deh lu”, said Kristal.
“Ngapain temen you do not go to school, do not pack anymore information. This school belongs to bokapnya what?”
Chelsea gritted her teeth indicating her emotions were about to come out. Gracia who saw that instantly moved her face forward and whispered something in Chelsea's ear.
“And one more, don't macem-macem you here. Do not interfere between my affairs with the cupu, if you interfere. I'll make you rasain the same thing as what the cupu felt during school here”, while rewinding his head back.
“We unplug now”
Before leaving, Gracia showed a smile to Chelsea, which Chelsea responded with a flat face.
“Anjirrr, am I Dancem? Chelsea diencem, yes do not fear”
“Just later go home from school tell the driver to anter to Nana”'s house
“’Thank you for your learning today, hopefully what you explained today can be useful for all of you”
“Amin”, answer the whole class.
Each student cleaned his desk. Put the books in the bag. Some are still lazing to clean their tables, some are preparing for the extra forum.
Bryan is still sitting on his bench after entering his books. Fandy? Fandi had dropped out of class first because there were basketball forums today. Bryan's not coming? He plans to go for extra basketball, but has not yet signed up. Collection of the extra form he entrusted to Fandi. Okay, back to the topic.
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“Kok I'm curious about the state of the girls continue huh? Not because of what it really is, just pity the same fate. In school always bullied said Fandi, continued yesterday,”
Bryan was still thinking about Nana, the girl he helped from drunken people yesterday. He was still curious about her condition until he finally decided to see her condition.
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‘Tok to tok’
“Assalamaicum, Nana. Aunt Devi, this is Chelsea!”, shouted Chelsea right in front of the door of Nana's house.
“Iya bentar”, voice answer from inside the house.
‘Ceklek’
“Eh Chelsea, where never to play here. Uh let's go in-in”
“Tumben play here, what is it?”, asked mama Nana.
Chelsea looked up at the stairs and the kitchen, looking for Nana.
“Eh is aunty, meet Nana. You see today Nana did not enter, her cellphone was also inactive from yesterday's malem aunt, I became worried. How to make aunt?’
