The Secret With Bad Boy
Incongruously
Demian's treatment room was no longer deserted. The VIP room was no longer exclusive. Since the hour of rest, I don't know how many people who had come to visit him.
Demian, who is a son, continued Yudhistira, the owner of the school, made the teenager visited by many guests who were curious about his condition.
Whether it cared about Demian or just wanted to show his care in the eyes of Yudhishthira, the teachers came to visit. Though usually when there are students who are sick, enough representatives of teachers and classmates who come. But this time almost all the teachers came to visit.
“You're distracted, Son?” asked Imelda who saw the discomfort of her son. Since the break, Demian had not been able to rest. Eat only a little because it is not good there are guests who take turns to meet him.
“I'm bosen Mah. Can't come down? Pegel sleeps on.” Demian looks saturated with the condition required bedrest. Complaints of dizziness in his head make doctors worry about a mild head injury suffered by Demian because of the kick of one of the perpetrators in his head.
“Emang not dizzy?” Imelda looked at her son with worry.
“Udah improving. I want to sit down, bosen the bed continues.”
“Yes, Mom asked for help nurse first yes.”
“Iya Mah.”
Imelda pressed the red button by Demian's bedside and soon a nurse came over.
“There are things you can help with, Bu?” ask the nurse kindly.
“This is sus, my son wants to sit down he said. What is it?”
“Oh, can already be ma'am. Must be sore body? I'm not dizzy, right?”
The nurse approached and set the remote control at Demian's toe.
“Ngak. My body aches, if possible, I want to go down and take a little walk,” pinta Demian.
“If sitting may be, but to go down, I consult first to the doctor yaaaa..”.
The nurse pressed a button on the remote and soon Demian's upper body was lifted.
“Is it comfortable enough?”
“Ya, enough.” Demian raised his hand as a gesture quite.
“Well, wait a minute, I'm the doctor's consul first. The result, I'll inform you later."
“Iya, sus, thank you.” Imelda.
The nurse left, leaving Demian alone with her mother.
“Where, is it comfortable enough?” Imelda sat on the edge of Demian's bed. He held the son's hand and gently rubbed it.
“Iya, it's been mengedingan Mah.”
“Thank God,” Imelda rubbed Demian's head fondly.
Demian was silent for a moment, repeatedly he looked at the clock on the wall and then exhaled his coarse breath.
“Why are you waiting?” Imelda could see Demian's restless face.
“Ngak Mah, no kok.” Demian blushed in embarrassment, seeming surprised that the mother could read his agitation.
“Kinanti, are you waiting for him to come here?” Imelda did not stop investigating.
Demian smiled again and turned his face away while exhaling his coarse breath. Imelda understood very well Demian's turmoil waiting for the only person who had yet to come.
“Stories with Mamah, Kinanti what kind of person?” Imelda is curious.
“Mah, it's akh. How about Kinanti anyway?” Demian blushed in embarrassment, his white facial skin looking flushed.
“Loh, can't you? Mamah also used to have a first-class High School girlfriend. He's the head of the osis at Mamah school. His son is cool and polite. His glasses were cut off because he was studying hard. Every day, Mamah is restless if she doesn't see him at school.”
Imelda gave a small smile repeating the memory of the white age of ashes. He lured his son to tell stories.
“Have ten deket in SMA time it can be. Neither Mamah nor Papah will be forbidden. Just so you know the limits. Remember, however, she was a precious daughter to her parents. His parents will not be willing if you hurt him either physically, mentally or psychologically. Your future is also very long.”
“If you can take care of that, Mamah no problem you know a girl with Mamah. Who knows, you could be with Mamah.” Imelda said with great determination. He also did not want Demian to only think about lessons.
“Iya Mah, if later I'm sure, I know directly with Mamah.”
“Okey. So, Kinanti or not?” Imelda again teased her son.
Tok tok!
The sound of a knock at the door diverted the mother and child's conversation. They immediately turned their heads and smiled at the figure of the beautiful girl who appeared behind the door.
“Siang Aunt, Demi..” Sapa a girl who is none other than Frea.
“Freaa...” Imelda immediately greeted him.
“How are you Auntie? Sorry I just nengokin Demi.” He embraced the friendly Imelda welcoming him.
“Yes is okay. You also go to school.” Imelda rubbed Frea's back gently and broke her embrace.
“By the way more beautiful aja this Frea,” praise Imelda while pinching soft cheeks Frea.
“Hehehehe. Aunty can. How's Demi doing, Tan? It's getting better, right, Dem?” Frea looked at Imelda and Demian alternately.
“Udah better. I sat down and he said he wanted to go for a walk,” timpal Imelda who was taken by Demian.
“Thank God. There's no Demi, I don't have a aunt's place. Where the test was so hard again.” Frea pursed her lips in annoyance.
“Measure learn! Ngemall mulu!” timpal Demian's.
“Dih, need times!” Frea replied.
Imelda smiled at Demian and Frea's familiar interactions.
“Frea, aunty stay a while huh. Aunty wants to go ahead first, there is something to take care of.” Imelda tries to give time to Demian and Frea. Maybe with a light conversation about school, Demian can get the spirit to heal soon.
“Oh yes Aunt, Demian let me temenin.”
“Okey, thank you. Dem, Mamah stay tight. Fine with Frea, do not be fooled,” Imelda's message while pointing the index finger pitched threat to the child.
“Iyaa.” Demian smiled slightly at the manner of her mother. That's the Kinanti he supported, now Frea. Hah, mothers do like to bother themselves.
After Imelda died, Frea pulled a chair to sit next to Demian, “Where is the village girl, have you been fascinated with lo?” ask the curious Frea.
“What's fun? You don't see my face battered gini?” Demian pointed at his bruised face and it was still painful.
Frea chuckled small. “Yes sorry, it's because the thugs are emotional because you spray pepper or pepper pepper into their faces. Automatically they are sprained and consequently you are in the hit. They asked me to apologize lo.”
Frea said regretfully. He thought his plan with Demian would go well but ended up in the hospital instead. Though he only wanted to prank Kinanti and make Demian appear as a knight who saved him. But apparently, their efforts failed.
“Sorry what, Kinanti has reported the thug to the police semalem.”
“HAH, REPORT THE POLICE?!” Frea was really shocked.
“Yes, while he reports directly to the police, bring the results of the visa all.”
“TERUS LO LET THAT BE IT?! WHY DON'T YOU BAN IT?!” frea's voice was rising.
“You I forbid how, the guy he went when I slept. I also just knew when he came back here with Kala.”
“Terus lo diem aja? You didn't even know me. What if the thugs get caught and they say I told them to? You think not Demi?!” Frea said with annoyance.
“Yes now I have logged on. I was also injured and could not do anything. I ate it at the bribe.” Demian was upset.
“Akh, know akh! You can't be sandelin! Anyway if the thugs were to talk about the macem-macem and my name dragged, I will also call your name. It's good if I have to take responsibility!” frea grumbled while looking for his phone in the bag.
“Mana again hape!” grunt with annoyance.
“Cek pocket lo.”
Frea said and sure enough, his phone was in his pocket.
“Each him do not panic. You tell that thug to run out of town for a while. Change also the license plate number of the motor because Kinanti reported their license plate number and mentioned the characteristics of the thugs to the police until he made a sketch of his face,” Demian explained calmly. He was not too panicked because he could have claimed not to be involved with Frea and only as a victim.
“Fuck is a country boy, nusahin aja. Lo again, like girls soan. Classy nyari little napa? Don't let me tell the police, the teacher reported. Huh, not quality!” cerocos Frea does not accept.
Demian just fell silent, he did not care about Frea's babbling. He only knew he was waiting for the girl.
****
