The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 9. Befriended
Chapter 9. Befriended
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By noon they had just finished discussing the events of that morning. After the guardian of the students from Chiko and the gang came out, leaving Andhira, Abhimanyu and Pak Jajat and Bu Retno in the room.
"We are sorry sir, we are very sorry" Ms Retno was certainly afraid and felt bad for Abhimanyu. He knew who Abhimanyu was.
He was dealing with an important person and had a big influence on his school.
"I don't want this to happen again, listen good!!" abhimanyu said with great emphasis.
Make Andhira look at their interactions with wonder.
Who exactly is that person Dhira sat up while looking at Bu Retno who was talking to the man.
He was like a crooked goat there, feeling small and having no value other than being the guardian of the student, of the student who made trouble this morning.
Abhimanyu is a regular donor at the school, and Jodhi is the granddaughter of the Aryasatya family.
Ms. Retno and Mr. Jajat can draw conclusions from the interrogation of the five students, if Chiko was the one who deliberately made the noise this morning.
Dhira ventured to speak, after the rich handsome man finished talking to Ms. Retno.
"Sorry Mom, I'd like to see Raka for a moment. Can you?" Andhira accidentally did not come home first because he wanted to ask for a moment, to meet his son.
"May ma'am, come" said Ms. Retno walking out with Mr. Jajat.
"Wait a minute" Abhimanyu told Dhira, successfully stopping his steps that were preparing to get out of the room.
"Yes" he said confused.
"We meet again" Abhimanyu smiled at Dhira, intending to greet the woman.
Dhira was stunned, the scent of the man was really expensive. He became a minder for a moment.
"Yes, sir, but I'm sorry I have to see my son" he said.
He felt uncomfortable and of course inferior.
"Well let's go there together, I also want to see Jodhi"
"Jodhi?" what was his son earlier" inner Dhira monologued.
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Stop looking for friends if you are unable to respect each other.
The word is very suitable for Chiko and the gang, he does not know who is dealing with.
"Call to Raka Chandrakanta and Jodhistira Mavendra 7A students, please come to the office. Thank you" the sound in his class made the two boys step foot into the office.
Apparently there are already parents from Raka as well as Jodhi.
"Please Mom, we stay first" said Bu Winda as the homeroom teacher of the two of them.
Dhira invited his son to sit in the eastern seat, slightly away from Abhimanyu's existence.
"You are why this is so" Dhira held onto Raka's shoulder.
"Mama is disappointed with you Raka" Dhira's eyes warmed up, she never expected her son to do such a thing.
He had forgotten the emotions he had in his heart at this moment. It was already difficult, why did Raka even act like this. He was afraid that this incident would affect his son's school.
"Sorry ma" said Raka lowered his head, if his mother knew the reason behind him attacking the fat boy.
Abhimanyu stared at the soft conversation of the two, which could still be heard by his ears. A pinch of pity re-entered the recesses of Abhimanyu's heart.
The woman was facing a life that was not easy she thought. He could still faintly hear the conversation of the two people across there. And accidentally, he eavesdropped.
"Please Raka, you don't cause any more trouble. Mama's hard-earned so you can go to school here"
"You don't want to get in trouble later, keep out of this school"
"You're the only hope of my mother" Now Dhira brings Raka into her arms, she's even crying.
Abhimanyu suddenly became kepo see the reaction of the woman who was crying. His heart suddenly trembled.
But, wait a minute. Why is he worried?
Oh no!!!
Which mother tried, who could see her son hurt like that. He was actually sorry to see the wound on Raka's face.
"What hurts?" he said after taking off his embrace.
Raka nodded with teary eyes.
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While Jodhi and Abhimanyu were just sitting opposite each other, Jodhi's face turned to the white floor, looking at her.
"Is there another problem?" abhimanyu.
Jodhi was silent.
"You can tell dad, they'll get their share later" Abhimanyu tried to diplomacy with his nephew.
"But please don't be like this, I don't want it to happen until the same thing happens." he said evaporating into the air.
"I'm not papa, it's normal to be like this" Jodhi always ketus. The right occurs, because of the manifestation of the busyness of those closest to him. The boy was thirsty for attention.
Abhimanyu exhaled, it was hard to establish a reasonable communication with this boy in front of him.
A moment later he left there, back to his office. While Jodhi he saw Raka who was embraced by his mother. His heart was envious to see that.
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They followed the lesson until the lesson bell was over, making the contents of the class gradually quiet.
Chiko and her gang are even seen going home first, holding her painful face.
"Not come home?" raka asked Jodhi who was still sitting.
"Sir, males!!"
"Aren't you looking for the same old man later?" Raka asked again like a reporter.
"Nobody is dancing" he said this time more rigidly.
Raka finally did not continue the question anymore.
Jodhi glanced at Raka who was seen changing her uniform, with a sports shirt.
"Replacement?" now Jodhi's replacement asked.
"Exercise schedule" said Raka.
"Prepare for another two months" he said he now folded up his school uniform, then stuffed it into his black backpack.
A moment later, Raka took out a bag of green stuff, then opened it. He took out two tosca and orange boxes, two bottles of mineral water and two boxes of energized chocolate milk.
Jodhi scrunched her forehead, she was astonished. Would that friend have a picnic.
"It's for you" said Raka topping up a tosca-colored lunchbox plus a bottle and milk.
"Forku?" jodhi's eyebrows are now more intertwined, because the astonishment is increasing.
"Eeemmm" Raka nodded steadily.
"I purposely brought it for you, today mama cook a lot"
"Chicken geprek, people's orders. But there's a lot left over, so I'll just wrap it up"
Jodhi just stared at the tosca color box. It was his first time getting a warm welcome from someone else who had the word, friend.
Raka became doubtful, whether his compatriot was not the level of eating food so yes, he forgot if the expanse of caste differences clearly loomed between them
"If you don't want me." Raka's words evaporated into the air.
"Thank you" said Jodhi immediately snatched and opened the lunch box, devouring it quickly, tend to greedy.
Occasionally fluttering his hands to his mouth because of the pain. Raka smiled. A unique child thinks it can't be guessed.
"Glek glek glek glek" he gulped water on the plastic bottle until the toilet.
"Ahhhhhh" he rubbed his mouth.
Raka who was also enjoying his provisions was happy, he shook his head, smiling at Jodhi's behavior.
"It's delicious, what was it called?" Jodhi said while wiping the sweat on his forehead, really spicy.
"Worky", said Raka with a full mouth after entering her last feed.
"Not coming home yet?" Raka again asked, while cleaning the food box.
"I'm coming with you"
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Jodhi became a bag-keeper beside the volleyball court, sitting in a special seat of the audience.
Seeing Raka and children from other classes who joined the volleyball team, was warming up or warming up.
There are about 16 boys and 15 girls plus two teachers who train.
"You here?" said a girl who also wears a sports shirt.
"Lintang" he said, extending a hand.
Jodhi looked at the clean white hand of the girl beside him
"Jodhi" he said stiffly, grabbing the pretty girl's hand.
"You're in volleyball too?"
Jodhi shook her head, "no" this time she tried to smile.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Lintang began to put on his shoes, then began to tie his shoelaces.
Jodhi looked at Lintang, who was busy with her shoes. It seems like he is also on the Volleyball team.
"nemenin Raka"
Lintang smiled at him, "you're lucky to be friends with Raka".
"I went there first" the cheerful and energetic girl immediately ran away leaving her still silent.
Apparently true, Lintang is one of the members of the women's volleyball team.
Without feeling he smiled, this day he had been friends with two people.
Truly a remarkable achievement, it has never been like this.
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