The Owner of My Heart

05

Early in the morning I was standing on the side of the road waiting for the angkot to pass, as Adit said yesterday he really did not pick me up. not how long I saw the angkot moving towards me, I waved my hand hoping the angkot stopped. Sure enough the angkot driver stopped his angkot in front of me then I climbed the angkot.

It didn't take long for me to be schooled, I walked to class as well as the other students.

many of those students who rebuked me more precisely mocked me for them this rare opportunity, I was alone there was no Adit so they could insult me, he said, because if there is Adit they will not dare to mock me. I scold with their words even though my ears hurt to hear it.

"ehh Cinderella where prince Lo has fallen he hangs out Ama rich Lo" said one of the students

" put on a pellet what the hell Lo rich appearance my maid at home can naklukin Adit" said the other student

" uh rancid girl don't dream Lo be a real Cinderella, most Adit just want to playin Lo" added another student.

And there are many other insults.

I try not to care about what they say about things like this I listen to often, for me, my grades are more important so that I can get a medical scholarship, don't you want me to be a doctor so I can help others and raise my mother's degree.

The bell rings indicating the lesson will begin, a charming-looking teacher enters our class name buk Susi master mate-matika.

" the children before learning in the beginning of the mother there is little information, Aditia has left our school, she will continue her school in country x".

I was surprised by the information Susi's book gave me, wasn't I her boyfriend why he didn't tell me. my chest also feels claustrophobic there is a feeling of sadness but I do not want to think bad maybe Adit has not had time to tell me anyway even though long distance dating is not a problem for me because I believe in Adit if Adit loves me too.

my break time spent reading books in the library was usually Adit who accompanied me to study together, we studied together, although in today's era many teenagers style of courtship free style western style style is different from us who still hold fast to the norms of Susila we only spend time dating with things that are useful.

I opened sheet by sheet a reading book called "the dream pursuer " the book that I liked the most Adit gave but this time I really did not focus on the book my mind floated thinking about Adit.

"o Allah why my feelings are not as good as when I lost my father, O Allah protect Adit" my inner self.

I don't know today I really messed up I decided after going home from school to the hospital to visit my little friend named Raka, Raka a 10-year-old child he has congenital heart disease.

I met him in the park behind the hospital 3 years ago.

" the flash back"

today I was asked by my mother to deliver the provisions of the father who forgot my father brought. Dad became security in one of the big sick rumash in our city.

I went to my father who was sitting in his guard post and handed me the lunch box that my mother had left me.

" well, this is my father's missed stock"

" thank you, Oya we go home the same waiting father in the park" said the father while pointing at a beautiful garden behind the hospital.

I directed my gaze to every place in the park tingcai.the cool air makes anyone feel at home sitting here therefore many patients are sick this unwind in this park.

I saw a little boy sitting not far from where I was, his eyes were really sad.he lowered his head looking at the grass under his feet.I was somehow interested in coming to him and sitting next to him.

" hey boy, what's your name?

I'm raysa "my base while extending a hand

he turned to me after hearing my voice.He was really handsome despite his age of 7 years but his face looked pale.

" my name is Raka,

can you tell who Kaka is?" answerable

" oh I just want to take a break here I saw you alone so I came here,

Are you a patient here?" I asked because he was wearing hospital clothes.

" yes, sister, this hospital has my father" he replied

" what are you sick with?" ask me more, I'm curious because his face is so pale.

" i have congenital heart disease" he replied.

once a child of his age had to feel pain where other children played cheerfully he instead had to relieve the pain of syringes and hospital tools not to mention drugs that somehow many he should swallow.

one thing that makes him similar to my good friend Adit he also has a flat face.

" emmm you believe in this world there are megics!! the magic God gives to the patient.

effort and patience will bear sweet fruit someday because the megic will work to change it so beautiful.

God can't give us a test if we can't deal with it." at least that's what I believe.

"thank you, sister, if Kaka wants to be my friend" he asked me.

" of course boy" I answered while hugging him.