The Secret With Bad Boy

It was a busy morning

The morning rush is clearly visible in a simple house with cream-colored dominant paint. The two men seemed busy getting ready because they had to leave immediately. Kinanti still had to finish the glass of milk that had been prepared by his father and chew quickly two flat eggs that were also prepared Lukman.

Meanwhile Lukman was still in his room, wearing a shirt in a hurry as the day got more and more noon.

“Dad, do we have to leave this early every morning?” Kinanti brought the father's breakfast into the living room. Nearest room to Lukman.

“No boy, this time. He said he wanted a demo so we had to go through the protocol before the protesters came. If it's a little late, we can't pass at all. We have to take the detour path and it will definitely be bad luck.”

Lukman just finished combing his hair that is starting to thin, maybe because of his age is not young anymore.

He sat in the guest chair and drank his daughter's black coffee. Bakarpun bread he chewed quickly along with multi-vitamin tablets that he diligently consumed every day.

“Why don't you tell me you want a demo. That's why I woke up early.” Kinanti put on her shoes on the last rung of the stairs, she was in such a hurry.

“Dad just remembered, even then in the same tau temen father. Where dad had a meeting this morning.” Lukman looked at the watch in his hand and it was getting late.

He immediately fed Kinanti's toast.

“Let's go. Soon some roads will be closed.” The coffee was forced to drink only half of it and Lukman rushed into the car to warm up the engine.

“Iya father.” Kinti tied his shoelaces quickly. Hah, he should have put on the shoelaces from yesterday, not just this morning.

When he was ready, he grabbed the leftover toast and his bag, ran out of the house and locked the door. While in his mouth there was still a piece of toast that he would spend.

“Hormality, eating while walking.” Lukman protested as Kinanti got into the car and sat by him. The toast was still in his daughter's mouth and was not finished eating.

“Gag keguugu.” His words are unclear. Looking at Lukman who was looking at him, Kinanti immediately took over the bread in her mouth and smiled faintly.

“Sorry dad, not hunted.” He repeated his sentence.

“Customize, telen first, new talk. Especially the Kinan girl. Must maintain ethics and manners.” Lukman was still texting while parking his car out of a not-so-broad yard.

“Iya daddy. But also do not forget, later trim the collar of the father's shirt that still stands next door. Don't be in the guise of chicken maling.” Kinanti reply reminded.

“Your nakal.” Lukman smiled at his daughter, one hand controlling the steering wheel while the other hand smoothed the collar. He looked at her appearance from the visor mirror before him.

"Udah, it's handsome." Temptation Kinanti made the father chuckle.

“Yeah, why the hell does Kinan have to be at that school? It's a distance, yeah. Most schools are very expensive SPP, more than double in the usual school. I see a lot of other costs that must be paid especially in the final year of this study.” Kinanti Protest. He saw another school closer to his home.

Last night, Kinanti had checked the cost of education there. The amount of money Lukman paid was not small to pay for one final year before he graduated.

"School costs in Jakarta are not cheap. Especially private and international schools. But it does not matter as long as it can make the father's daughter develop and increase Kinan's knowledge in the field of lessons. He said there are many opportunities to be accepted at a famous college. The school was also supported by several large educational foundations."

"Again, the school was a recommendation from Kinan's teacher in Bandung. Kinan many transfer schools, some schools may not be able to accept Kinan. And Kinan's teacher recommended the school with the guarantee that Kinan children will excel and be able to catch up. He has contacted his acquaintances and said he can accept transfer students year-end.” Light Lukman as he is.

Kinanti nodded in understanding, even though he was still unable to accept.

“At that school, many rich kids. He said it was safe, there was no bullying and so on. But I'm worried about Kinan. Later, if someone does it Kinan, be it physical, psychic or mental, Kinan says the same father. Try to find a better school. I don't want my children to be humbled by others just because they are more money.” Reveal Lukman with great sincerity.

“Daddy, I know who Kinan is. It is impossible for Kinan nerima to be humbled by others. Father who grew up Kinan never snapped Kinan let alone mukul Kinan, the time of others Kinan barin confessing evil things with Kinan.” Kinan's determination was convincing.

“Good, it's just dad's son. However, no one can underestimate the father's child. Or harass Kinan.” Timpal Lukman with great sincerity.

Kinanti just smiled at the message from her father. He always tried to look strong and brave in front of Lukman. Because he didn't want Lukman to worry too much about him.

The red light was bright and Lukman's car was forced to stop with other vehicles. Kinanti noticed the road around which he passed. He tried to memorize it so that when he had to leave and go home alone, he did not get lost. He noted what public vehicles pass through this road.

Unintentionally, his gaze stopped on a biker who was in the front row. The gap between the vehicles in front of him is quite tenuous, making Kinanti can see the license plate of the motor. I don't know why he felt quite familiar with the flat number. I don't know where he's seen her.

“Later afternoon, Kinan don't come home too late. I'm afraid I'll be home late because it's my first day of work. So Kinan try to go home in the afternoon, so there are still many public vehicles.”

Lukman's message blew Kinanti's mind.

“Iya father.” Sahutnya while still paying attention to the straight motor with a row of sitting.

The traffic light was green again and the bike was already speeding up, leaving him to share the road with other riders. In his mind he thought,

"Where have I seen that bike?" kinan Gumam.

He recorded the license plate in his notebook. Maybe he'll need it someday.

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