The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 7. Assistance
Chapter 7. Assistance
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Today according to the plan Rania who accompanied Abhimanyu came to TUNAS BANGSA Junior High School, to register Jodhi.
The Abhimanyu family is no stranger to the ears of the best Junior High School principal in the city, it is clear that the Aryasatya family is one of the regular donors for the school.
"So when my son can enter Bu" asked Rania after all the administration was handed over, including payment money.
"Tomorrow ananda Jodhi can already start participating in miss lessons" said Bu Retno, as the principal of TUNAS BANGSA Junior High School.
"Later I will enter the mother's number to the student guardian group, all of whom have been coordinated by Bu Winda, as well as the guardian of class 7A" he said again explained.
"Make sure there is no bullying here" Abhimanyu said.
Not without reason, Jodhi's track record in his old school used to clearly make himself worried.
He also does not know, what exactly forms a cold, indifferent and rigid attitude that makes Jodhi has no friends.
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The day passed quickly, today also after driving Jodhi to her new school, Rania will leave for Singapore to finish some work, before she will move to Indonesia again.
"Mama after this directly to the airport, you're good yes dear"
"There's Abi's father and Oma Buyut, Mama's only been there for a while"
Jodhi just kept quiet no matter, whether it came back or not, it still made no difference.
He was alone all this time, always alone.
Rania hugged Jodhi, kissed her lovingly and affectionately and rubbed her child's head lovingly.
He then handed over his only son to Bu Retno.
"I tipped Jodhi ya Bu" Rania told Bu Retno, who replied with a friendly smile.
The Class 7A
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The noise of the students running around here and there was instant silence when the headmaster was seen entering their class.
The gazes of all the students in white uniforms in blue in the class, also focused on someone behind Bu Retno.
A child wearing an expensive jacket, with a famous branded backpack, shoes that look expensive, clearly indicates he is not from the ordinary.
"The new kid"
"Eh who's that"
"Replace from where he is"
"The son of the tyrant"
The sound of kosak kusuk sounding here and there, made Raka stop his activities, who was writing something.
"Good morning son"
"For Ma'am" said all the students, about 40 children in one class, answering the words of Ms. Retno.
"From today you have a new friend, Jodhi please introduce yourself" Ms Retno told Jodhi.
"Hello everyone, introduce my name Jodhi, Jodhistira" he introduced himself with a flat face, short and tend not to be interested in talking.
Crick krik krik
The atmosphere was silent, almost as if there was no life there.
Bad introductions, bad ones.
"He's Jodhi, moving from Singapore. I hope you can all mingle with Jodhi soon. Understood?" said Ms. Retno breaking the silence.
"Understand Mom" chores all the students in the class.
All the students there were happy, because Jodhi's face had the typical good looks of Asian men.
But unlike Chiko, the bully king's boy stared dislikefully at Jodhi.
"Jodhi, you can sit next to Raka" pointed Bu Retno towards the empty bench, next to the boy her age.
With a lazy step Jodhi sat beside Raka, without turning her head she put her bag in her new bench drawer.
Then took off the jacket he was wearing, to cover his old uniform.Of course, he still did not get his new uniform.
They are silent, not interested in greeting each other even if just a stale base.
When the break arrived, Raka opened her provisions in class. The thing he always does today, rarely snacks outside because his mother always brought him delicious and nutritious food.
Scrimping definitions.
Jodhi left Raka to eat, and went to the cafeteria alone, although none of the children at the school were familiar with her.
"So long there are still those who carry supplies" Jodhi's inner glance at the boy beside him, who pulled out a bottle of mineral water as well as a famous brand plastic box.
The proceeds from Andhira's credit, to his friend who became the reseller of the item.
He doesn't care, it makes no difference whether he's in Singapore or in Indonesia. Same with not having friends.
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"Devan what's my agenda today?" Abhimanyu spoke to his assistant through an intercom link in his room.
"Today is empty, Mr. PT. Flaminggo is delayed next Sunday" Devan told his boss.
"All right, thank you" he hung up on his phone.
"Then I can pick up Jodhi later" she said inwardly.
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Abhimanyu is already in Jodhi school at this time, he has also sent a message to his nephew, if he will pick him up.
Although there was no reply, but he had intended to do so.He parked his car in the schoolyard.
He had to start instead, hoping to make the boy's attitude better for him.
Abhimanyu chose to wait for his nephew in the car, can be imagined a Delta Group ' President Director, in the midst of struggling to be in a hot and sultry school.
For the good of his nephew.
"CK, where is he" he looked back and forth at the watch in his hand, in order to hunt down time.
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"Dhir, please take these risoles to Miss Camat's house.
"Okay ma'am, I'll take him to pick up Raka" said Dhira, who was wearing a helmet.
" Okay, please buy this" said Bu Kartika handed me a piece of paper, containing a note of groceries cake ingredients.
Yes, in addition to receiving orders to make various foods, they also receive orders for various wet and dry cakes.
Talent owned by Bu Kartika seems to be inherited also by Dhira. Whatever they do, they are halal.
He brought with him a cardboard full of delicious Risoles.
Dhira parked his vehicle under a shady tree, helping him to avoid the scorching sun.
" The tumben hasn't come out yet" said Dhira, who was sitting on a long chair beside the tree.
He circulated his gaze to the vast area of the school, had many cars lined up neatly with the same purpose as himself. Pick up their kids.
But there are also parents who use motorcycles like himself, maybe a caste. So thought Dhira.
Yes, the school is an elite school and fairly expensive, but because of Raka's achievements he managed to get into the school through the path of achievement.
In addition to the achievements in the Volleyball sport, making his only son puppet was breezed easily to SMP TUNAS BANGSA.
As strong and as possible, Dhira tried to produce rupiah coffers for his son's school.
"Indra's car, why he came here" Dhira began to be overwhelmed with panic when she saw her ex-husband's car, also entered the school area.
At the same time, there were seen disciples who were scattering out. Find their parents who have been on standby to pick them up.
Some are riding public transportation, some are out on foot.
But until the scattering of students ended and the school became quiet, Raka's life trunk was invisible as well.
From where he sat, he saw Indra who pulled Raka's hand. They were in front of the school hall. Of course he can't stay silent. As fast as lightning he ran, towards the whereabouts of his son.
"Just a moment Raka, papa wants to invite you" heard Indra's subtle speech to Raka, who looks rebellious to release Indra's hand.
"Let go!!" said Dhira who came, took off the hand checks of her ex-husband, but it did not work.
Indra did not care about the words of his ex-wife, he focused on his son who was still rebellious. He then dragged Raka with the position of the hand that was still holding the finger of his son.
Finally Raka managed to release Indra's coercion, just as they had reached beside her mother's motorbike.
"I don't want to be the same papa!!" Raka finally said. He did not even want to see Indra again.
"Look!!, this must be because you brainwashed Raka" they pointed at each other, a fight was inevitable.
Fortunately, the situation was quiet, only a few cars to the west.
"Me?" Dhira pointed to himself.
"Ask Raka mas, have I ever spoken to Raka that way? ask him himself" Dhira could no longer bear to not answer him.
"Aaaarrrrrrrghhhh" Indra kicked Dhira's motor hard, making the contents of the cardboard splash out.
"Your mouth is less aj..." Indra intended to throw a slap, but was strangled by someone's heavy hand.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaa" cried Dhira.
Dhira who knows will get bad treatment from Indra, hugging Raka with a position to turn her face, trying to avoid.
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Abhimanyu
While in the car he was waiting for Jodhi, he accidentally saw a man who forcibly pulled the hand of a boy.
What's up is that
Slowly we saw the women involved there. He heard nothing from the car. But his heart was moved to get out of the car. He was also furious when he saw the man increasingly aggressively dragging a boy the age of his nephew.
Not knowing what encouragement he had now been near them, hearing the cheques of coke that were mutually unpretentious. Obviously it can't be allowed, a woman and her child are in danger.
How thought.
On the basis of humanity, he then intends to break up the dispute. He also did not know any of them.
He was also stunned when he saw a motorbike being kicked by the man, making the contents of a cardboard that he knew the food was pouring into the ground.
Fortunately, he came at the right moment when the man's hand had already floated into the air, about to stick to the woman.
"Aaaaaaaaaa" the woman screamed, reflexively blocking the man's hand.
"Hey !" Abhimanyu snapped when he managed to hold the man's hand.
"Sorry, this is a public place. And what are you doing" the heavy voice of Abhimanyu made Indra's action stop.
Dhira also Raka is now stupefied because he saw his ex-husband and papa, involved in a tikai action with people they do not know.
"Who are you, don't interfere!!" indra pulled her hand forcibly.
"I'm not who, but seeing you being violent to a child and a girl, obviously it got me to interfere"
"You are a man, and look." show Abhimanyu to Dhira who stood hugging her son with a frightened face.
"You look like an uneducated person, this kind of action should not happen" he said staring intently at Indra's bead.
"Listen, I can take you into the realm of the law master. This is the school area, and look at what you're doing" Abhimanyu said, showing his phone, as if he had just recorded all the events that Indra had done.
Indra, who felt himself to have been humiliated, immediately ran away from before them. He was also afraid that what Abhimanyu said was the truth.
Indra stared intently at Dhira who was already pias-faced. A moment later he left without saying a word.
He walked with a rumbling chest, "who he is, interfered" Indra said while in the car.
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Andhira
She was relieved that she did not get a slap from her ex-husband. His heart is already broken. Indra is really rude.
"Thank you very much sir" Dhira looked at Abhimanyu with his wet face, because his tears had run down the river. His face pias, cold sweat was also perched on his forehead.
The man in front of him just smiled. A moment later, he picked up the scattered risoles. Not all is just a few.
" It looks like this..." Abhimanyu pityed to see the sad-faced Dhira while picking up his damaged snack.
But Dhira intends to replace it with a new one, after all the current state is chaotic. There was no way he would visit Bu Camat's house to deliver this cake under such circumstances.
" I'll take you home, sir. I changed the new one. It's a people order!" said Dhira while wiping the dryness on his forehead.
Abhimanyu was stunned looking at the woman in front of him. It was very sad he thought.He looked at the face of the woman, a face without a thick makeup polish but so tasty in view. Abhimanyu.
"Dad" said Jodhi who made Abhimanyu's daydreams disappear instantly, making two people there also turned to the source of the voice.
"Hay boy, is it over?" said Abhimanyu it approached a boy the age of Raka.
Jodhi nodded.
"I go first" the man told himself, after seeing all the risoles back in place.
"Thank you very much sir" said Dhira respectfully.
The handsome man nodded, giving a smile. As if representing the saying "same together".
The boy looked towards Raka, then looked at her. He just tried to give a smile even though he did not get a reply.
He stared at the backs of the two men, who disappeared behind a row of parked cars.
Thank you for helping Sir.
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