The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 8. Fighht
Chapter 8. Fighht
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" Lose to ashes, win to charcoal!
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Jodhis
He remains in his silent mode even though Abhimanyu invites him to speak.
"Already"
"Yes"
"No"
The short and necessary answer he kept coming up with, when Abhimanyu tried to interact with him. His memory goes back to a woman who hugged his friend.
Looks like mother.
He did not know and did not want to know also, why they were involved in a small quarrel with his Abi father earlier.
"Go home or where you going?" whether the question is what this is, Abhimanyu always builds a closeness with Jodhi.
"Go home" to Jodhi.
And it still remains that way the result, try again try again.
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Rabbet
He looked at a tall man, and had that handsome face when a boy called him father.
"So it was his father" that very second, he had a monologue in his heart.
It was fitting that the look of the new child was small, obviously he was not a person like himself.
The luxurious suit attached to his father's body, as well as the car they rode in when they returned home, is also a proof that they are an unusual class of people.
But he had to admit, he owed the man a debt of gratitude. The man who helped his mother from her papa attack.
He promised to greet the boy who became his friend tomorrow.
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"Assalamualaikum" said Raka who just got off the bike, immediately entered the house.
"Walaikumsalam" replied Bu Kartika, approaching them out.
When looking at Dhira who took off his helmet, Bu Kartika wondered why the cardboard was back home, with the position still on the Dhira bike.
"Loh Dhir, what's wrong. Not going to Camat?" said Bu Kartika while welcoming his daughter.
"You buk" he said and went inside, sitting himself while massaging his forehead that felt dizzy.
"How's your problem?" Bu Kartika replied as he sat himself beside Dhira.
Dhira then recounted the incident just now, without responsibility. He was not even playing.
"This is too late" said Bu Kartika who clearly did not accept his son was treated like that.
"Who did you say to Dhir?"
"Come away, I didn't get to ask her what her name was"
"He's out hunting, he's picking up his son"
"We should replace the damaged risoles" said Dhira got up, then headed for the kitchen.
Fortunately, the rest of the flour and the remaining risoles, already fried all the same Bu Kartika.
The fallen risoles he had separated earlier, making it easier for him to replace the broken amount.
Finally he delivered his own order Bu Camat, not to forget he also apologized for the delay in the delivery time to the wife of the number one in the subdistrict.
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"To do Ka" Bastian told his nephew, who was apparently busy with his phone.
"It's om, look look" he said without turning his eyes to the phone screen.
"Want shoes?" said Bastian who is now sitting next to Raka, trying to join the matter that became the center of attention of his nephew.
"Look at Om first, because the school was chosen to participate in the Provincial sports week"
"Wow, you're a pick?" Bastian.
"Yes, I'm already on the men's volleyball team" Raka proudly replied.
"Great!!" bastian Sahut.
The largest sporting event in the province will be attended by all Junior High Schools in the province.
"Here you go" Bastian took over his phone.
He scrolls the flat screen up and down, the price is not cheap.
"When's the match?" Bastian asked, returning his nephew's cell phone.
"Two months away" Raka answered briefly.
"Still a long time, buy it later" Bastian rubbed the tip of his nephew, smiling.
Without them realizing Dhira heard the conversation of his sister and son. Her tears just escaped when she saw the interaction of the two.
There should be a figure of papa who can provide support for his son, should all the needs of Raka he can fulfill.
But the situation has a reality, he now has to try hard to save for Raka's school fees.
Indra never even gave a living for Raka, Raka should still be his responsibility, right?.
His age who has entered the head of four, it is difficult to re-enter the agency that provides age limit requirements under him, when providing criteria for job vacancy needs.
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The day passed quickly, Raka undoed her intention to greet Jodhi because the boy was so cold. Make him guts.
But he felt sorry when he saw Jodhi was always alone, let alone had time to find out if Jodhi had a dispute with Chiko, berandal class.
The reason is because Lintang, the prettiest student in her class was always amazed by Jodhi.
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This Thursday as usual, Raka will follow a regular exercise with her Team. Preparation for the provincial Junior High level sports week, it will obviously seize the busyness some time ahead.
"Ma, a package of two yes" Raka asked her mother.
"Tumben son" said Dhira who then took another tosca color dining box.
"Make temen" he answered briefly.
Dhira then arranged the rice and side dishes in the box, not forgetting he included box milk and mineral water into the bag.
"Aren't you bothered to take it?"
"No, just calm down"
In the classroom, Jodhi had arrived first. Sitting busy with his phone, with a flat face. As usual. Unfriendly and arrogant.
Raka who had just come, immediately put her provisions and bag into her drawer stool. As he opened his mouth to speak, he was surprised by Chiko, Genta and Adip's entourage who came to meet Jodhi.
"Heh, don't be so hot-ass, new boy Lo" Chiko kicked down her desk.
Raka glanced at a glance, while Jodhi only put on a flat face and was not surprised.
"I have nothing to do with you" said Jodhi glancing at Chiko's face, then back to his flat screen.
"No need to doubt you" Chiko clutched the collar of Jodhi's uniform, making Raka unable to stay silent.
"Heh what the hell is this" said Raka.
Genta's words had just brightly made his male soul rise, he jumped from the bench and hit Genta in the face, making the fat boy inching into the row of benches behind him.
Jodhi then put down her phone, and soon she pushed Chiko's body.
"Bough, Bhough" they got into a fight in class, making one of the girls head to the office to report the incident.
"Mothers are fighting" a student told the teacher in the office, preparing to start teaching hours.
Miss Winda, Bu Retno and Pak Jajat were surprised to see the dispute of his students in the 7A class.
"Stop all of you!!" said mr. Jajat.
But they still do counter-action, boxing each other as if to finish each other off.
"Stop!!!!" mr. Jajat is already on the threshold of his patience.
Making the five snot boys stop the action, with hunting breath also battered faces, staring at each other hatefully.
"Follow all to the office" Ms Retno told those involved.
Lintang , a student friend of Raka who had just come was looking at one by one the faces of her classmates who were battered.
"What's wrong?" ask latitude to Cindy, her classmate.
"Ga know, really serem jodhi same Raka arrived to mukul Chiko and the gang" he explained.
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Abhimanyu
He got a call as he was leading an evaluation meeting with SPVs in his company.
The third call forced him to reach for a flat object, which fluttered in his pants pocket.
Rania calling
"Rania?" he stared at the flashing phone screen.
"Van, you go on. Excuse me for a moment" Abhimanyu told Devan.
"Good sir"
As fast as lightning he came out of the room, and picked up the phone from his sister.
"Hallo"
"Sister, please go to Sokolahan Jodhi right now. He he fights. The student guardian told me to come there" said Rania in a panic.
"Fight?" he said in his heart.
"Hallo, sister" said Rania who did not get an answer from her brother.
"All right, I'm there now"
He even had to postpone the meeting, he invited Devan and him to TUNAS BANGSA school.
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Andhira thronged when heading to the room that was infokan through the phone connection earlier.
...Bp Space...
Such is the writing printed on a rectangular wooden board, which is above the brown door.
As he entered the room, he found his son sitting in a long chair, lined with 4 other boys, with a battered face.
"Jeez Raka!!?!" he held his chest.
"There's Mom" Dhira told the headmaster and a male teacher sitting on the wooden chair.
"Please sit down first, ma'am, while waiting for the others" said the principal.
Dhira stared at the face of his son who kept bowing. Raka's never been like that before.
The school has never experienced anything like this, this is the first time the school has found its students involved in a class fight.
Obviously an undue act. Dhira looked at the face of his son who kept his head down. Raka's face hinted at regret as she found out that her mother had come.
There's anger, disappointment, sadness, pity mixed into one. What really happened.
A few minutes later one by one the parents of the other disciples had arrived. He was shocked when he saw the last person to enter in the back row.
The man in black, with a handsome face full of dignity who was now sitting opposite to him.
"Loh, instead of him " Dhira said inwardly, recalling the man.
He immediately identified one by one the male students sitting next to his son, and was right. It was the man who helped her when that day.
"Fine mother, because everyone is present I will start this meeting" said a man who is now sitting at his grand table.
...Jajat Nata Prawira's...
...Teacher BP...
That was the name printed on the wooden board, which was on the table close to the pile of books.
"I'm very sorry about the incident this morning My Mother's Son got into a fight this morning"
The words of the teacher inevitably made all the guardians of the students shocked.
This problem must be resolved immediately, right?, in order to avoid this kind of incident from happening again, the principal decided to contact their parents.
To be able to help, and provide direction after this incident.
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Abhimanyu
He was quite surprised, when he saw the beautiful woman with shoulder-length hair who was sitting with that pale face.
He recalled the face of the woman, who he thought was no stranger. His ears did not even record the explanation of the BP teacher carefully, he actually observed the woman without blinking.
A beautiful woman, polite and has had trouble with a man when.
"Well, we've heard all the students' explanations. I hope you'll stay here for a while"
Said Ms. Retno to the guardian of the student, after allowing the five students to return to class.
Whahuh? what explanation? Abhimanyu did not even catch a single word of the student's words. He focused instead on the woman sitting, in front of him.
"Oal!!" he cursed to himself.
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The 7A class
"You okay?" Raka now opened a conversation with Jodhi.
"Hemm, you?" jodhi asked back when he was sitting on the bench, waiting for the change of lesson hours.
They missed one subject this morning.
"Thank you" said Raka smiling.
"Why are you grateful" asked Jodhi now looking at Raka's face as bonyoknya with her.
"Because it has helped me" said Raka who felt Jodhi had helped her teach Chiko and the gang a lesson .
"He started, I was his target anyway. Not you" this was the first time Jodhi spoke long.
And that day, became the meeting point of the two boys.
"Raka" said Raka extending her hand.
"Jodhi" said Jodhi, receiving Raka's hand, they shook hands.
It's weird, isn't it, it's been a friend of his for a few days. But they have not known each other.
Wait a minute, it's been shaking hands with your friends?, yeah!!
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