The Secret With Bad Boy

Two different nights

"Where are you from?" ask a firm voice that pauses a teenager who just got off his motor sport. He parked his bike for a while before getting ready to face the man.

The teenager turned his head and saw the figure of a man sitting on the waiting chair of his porch.

The man got up and approached him. The light of the garden lights made him able to clearly see the thin mustachioed male face with bulging eyes staring at him.

"His dream, you are still the same, wandering around every day and doing useless things!" the man wagged the tip of the teenager's jacket violently.

He stared intently at the pair of eyes that returned his gaze.

"Mas, let Kala in first. He just got home. I didn't even ask you about it, but you rarely met." Said a beautiful woman in her mid-forties who approached a man named Yudhistira.

The teenager named Kala looked indifferent. He took off his helmet and put it on the bike.

"Seeing her appearance like this, it was certain that she was fine. He must have done the unimportant things that he really liked. Where are you, racing wild again?" yudhistira asked, patting Kala on the face.

Kala did not chim in, he let his father say and do what he wanted.

"Huh, answer my question." The man ruffled his waist in front of Kala who was looking at him lazily.

"What do you want to know and since when do you care about what I do?" this time the teenager.

"Don't be rude!" yudhistira.

"Mas, enough mas. Shame to hear the neighbors. Every time you meet you always noisier and noisier." Said the woman named Wilda who tried to divorce her ex-husband and child.

"No need to interfere! Shut up you there!" point Yudhistira at the chair on the porch of the house. He maish is not satisfied to scold his son only wayangnya.

Wilda could not say anything. He could only obey and sit on the terrace, watching Yudhishthira from a distance. He also saw Kala's clenched hand hear the father's harsh words to his mother.

"How many times have I told you to come home and meet my mom. Why haven't you come yet huh, why?! It's been almost a year Kala and you still can't show your respect to my wife." Yudhishthira cried out loudly in front of Kala's face.

The teenager did not chim in, he stared back at the face of the father who so he hated. The man who left his family and chose to marry another woman.

Hah, if you remember that it feels like he wants to hit the face of Yudhishthira that he really hates.

But in order not to make things difficult for his mother, Kala preferred to leave in the presence of Yudhishthira. He left without saying anything, leaving Yudhishthira who was glaring in disbelief to see his behavior.

"CALANTARA!!!!" yudhistira shouted in a loud voice.

But Kala did not stop his steps let alone look at the man with the waist.

"Kalantara, are you challenging papah huh?!" Yudhistira still does not accept.

But Kala remained by his choice, going from before Yudhishthira with a thunderous chest and tightly clenched hands. Angry, that was all he felt at this moment to not want to see the face of a man who was so disappointing.

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In a different place, Kinanti was still staring at one side of the wall of her room which she neatened and she was ornamented to liven up the atmosphere. Some of the accessories he installed and so describe the feel of a girl's room.

“Wah, kereeenn ...” Kinanti muttered to herself while smiling. He was looking at the row of medals and trophies he had won from various competitions he participated in.

Finally, these proud items he can display and he looked at with pride.

The room this time was quite spacious compared to the previous rooms. So that Kinanti can store many items in her room, including various accessories as well as medals and trophies.

Kinanti is a smart kid. Although he often moved schools but his achievements were never disrupted. He attended Olympic science at his school. Because in addition to prize money and medals, he also wants to improve his quality through various races.

Winning doesn't matter. Yes fortunately all this time Kinanti always win even though it is not always in the first place. But at the very least, he can measure his abilities and boast of the father who has worked hard to be able to provide a decent education for Kinanti. He wanted to repay the tiredness of his father who had taken care of Kinanti alone, with the many achievements he had gained. For now, this was all he could do.

“Where, like his room?”

“Likes daddy. I can score all my awards.” Kinni proudly.

“Good!” Lukman rubbed Kinanti's head fondly.

He walked over to Kinanti's medal row. She smiled proudly at her daughter's achievements. He took a photo that he had made into a collage.

“This photo, can be displayed in father's room?” pinta Lukman's.

Kinanti. Apparently what Lukman meant was a photo when he became the champion of science olympiad in Junior High when he lived in Sulawesi first.

“Why is this a father's photo? This one is a bit blur.”

“Emmm, because in this photo there is the same father Kinanti. I love to see our smiles in this photo.” Lukman reasoned.

He really liked this photo, because only in this photo he accompanied Kinanti to get a trophy and a champion medal. In every race, usually, Kinanti is only accompanied by her teacher because Lukman has a busy life that requires her to prioritize work. But during the Olympics, Lukman received permission from his superiors to accompany Kinanti to follow the Olympics.

In fact, this photo is the only photo that captures the moment when he joined to celebrate his daughter's victory in a championship. Pride when hearing the name Kinanti called as the first champion was so imprint on his mind.

“Okey, can.” Kint finally agreed.

“Thank you.” One kiss was given by Lukman at the head of Kinanti.

“Now, you rest yes. Tomorrow you have to go to your new school. The distance is quite far so get up early in the morning. Jakarta is also jammed, do not let us bad luck.”

“Any father!” Kinanti made a brief salute to Lukman before the man left.

"Good night, Kinan. Sweet dreams."

"Daddy's night, sleep well in dad's new room."

The man smiled before leaving Kinanti in his room.

“Dad!” call Kinanti, when Lukman is at the door of his room.

“Iya?” Lukman turned back. He saw Kinanti's smile that was expanding beautifully.

“Thank you very much. Kinan dear father.” Reveal Kinanti sincerely.

“Dad also dear Kinan. Good night son.” Lukman smiled back. Kinanti's hand was the end of their conversation.

Kinanti closed the door to her room. He looked around his room which was quite large. He immediately approached a small window directly connected to the outside world. Stay there for a while while enjoying the night air of Jakarta that still feels warm.

A few stars up there blinking to greet him made Kinanti then smile a little.

“Please tell mom that me and dad are okay. We live in a new place and it feels more comfortable.” Reveal the Kinanti on the one star that shines the brightest.

After looking up at the night sky, he closed the window. Thin and thick curtains he closed and the main lamp was extinguished. There was only a yellowish glow from the sleeping lights that illuminated his room.

Kinanti laid her body on the bed. He smiled meaningfully at the thought of a new day tomorrow.

“Prepare Kinan, you have to adapt to a new place. Don't let me move your school again. Allaattt!!” Kinanti rubbed the shoots of her own head and then patted her shoulders. This is the way he always does to encourage himself.

He closed his eyes and welcomed a beautiful dream.

Meanwhile, Kala was still silent on the roof of his room, he saw the light of Jakarta. He was still reluctant to return to his room because of the tightness and stuffiness he still felt after holding his anger deep.

He bowed languidly. Not understanding the circumstances that always sucks for him. Often he thought, If only he had not been born in this family, would he have been happier?

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