The Story of an Early Marriage

The Unexpected Tension

The voices of people shouting were getting more and more clearly closer towards us. Walas' mother and BK's teacher immediately stood up and exited the room observing outside what was happening. Bi Ranum was excused and left the room, only me, my mother, Feby Romance, and the psychologist named Bu Risma who remained seated in astonishment, what happened.

Before long my mother called the security brought from home, apparently my mother told the security to enter the room BK. He who was waiting for us outside finally came in. Maybe my mom would ask me what's going on out there. I myself was also curious about the crowd of screams that were still mingling it, so it was unclear.

"What do you see outside Bagas?" my mother asked a question.

"There's a demo on the school page, ma'am" replied Mr. Bagas.

"Huh, Demo," My mother immediately rushed outside.

I followed Mom's steps, our security also followed, the only one who stayed in the room was Feby Romance and the Psychologist who accompanied her.

Me, Mom and Security were already near the protesters, from a distance I saw there was a widow and the teacher of BK calmed the protesters. We were curious to try to get close to the direction of the demo.

However, suddenly my joints felt like a date, which in the demo was me. Now it is clear that the roaring cries.

"There should be no rape in the school environment,,,,!!!!"

"Eject!!!!"""

"Eject!!!! corona face or perverted face of this school,"

The protesters shouted with their lights, like thousands of wasps stinging my ears. I dazed and stared at my mother.

My mother had a red face on and fierce eyes looking at the protesters.

"So you were the one who was protested" my mother said furiously.

then my mother walked quickly towards the protesters.

"What are you screaming!!!! my mother said in front of them.

It turned out that they were none other than the students and the surrounding community, what made them until they marched to spy on me like this.

"My son is not a rapist" my mother continued.

They still ignored my mother's screams.No concern for our BK and Walas teachers who tried to calm them down.

The Headmaster had also arrived before them, making their shouts even louder.

"We demand that the rapist be expelled from this school" they shouted almost simultaneously.

I obviously couldn't accept the accusation, but I didn't dwell on anything other than staring at the distance with the security that I brought from home.

"You know nothing, this is all slander on my son" my mother yelled, but I still heard it.

But they came back not caring about my mother's rebuttal. They may not know my mother or know me. But sedition and doom so quickly became masters in each other's human hearts, that anything could happen. Their hearts have been possessed by the door of corruption, so that they are accused or vigilante.

I saw my mother go silent for a while, perhaps beginning to despair when my mother's voice was never heard by them.

"Or do you need this, it's tens of millions of dollars" my mother shouted as she reached into the bag of tens of millions of dollars, the rest of the money given to Feby was rejected and donated to the school.

I was stunned when my mother took the money out of the bag, the bond that tied the money to my mother was loose, and then my mother threw the money at the protesters. A funny thing happened, whether their eyes were green looking at my mother's money, they immediately picked up the fifty thousand bills one by one. Fighting for money that fell to the ground, elbowing each other, some even fell to the ground to scramble for sheet after sheet of money.

Instantly their demo activity turns into action to fight over each other's money. Banners that read their demo demands were also just lying around, even trampled. I asked a little in my heart, apparently they were so easily they were beguiled by money. Not everything they do is paid for with money. Difficult economic times in the midst of the corona will certainly make people's lives will be difficult, so they need money.

My mother is still busy squandering money, and this I think is the last chunk of money. My mother threw it back in front of them. Until they got full of pockets because they were deft and some put the money into their clothes and pants.

In this situation I remember Feby, the girl I liked was probably still in the BK room with the psychologist who was with him. Perhaps, he did not want to watch this demo or the good times they both had returned home.

But, isn't the problem in the BK room not yet closed, I haven't even apologized to her about the incident, even though it all happened in my subconscious or my dreams, I have to apologize to Feby.

"You heard hahhhh!" I was shocked by the echoing voice of my mother.

The protesters were surprised, perhaps they had only heard a voice as loud as my mother's.

"You don't know who I am yet, Hah," my mother continued yelling.

They went back silent, though,

They were silent, then whispering to each other.

"If you need money, that's not the way it is, because I'm sure you were incited to drop my son's self-esteem for money. Come on who wants to confess, come forward.. I have prepared tens of millions of rupiah for those who dare to uncover the mastermind behind this demonstration, hahhhh" my mother said even harder.

No one knows what my mother said.

"You need money, don't you! Hahhh" snapped at my mother again.

Me and security approached my mother, as did the principal, our Miss Walas, and the BK teacher. Then there was a protester who was heading to my mother.

"I am willing to reveal the mastermind behind this demo, Mom," said the protestor who approached my mother.

" Who's the mastermind" asked my mother in curiosity.

"There is another foundation that envies this school" he replied.

"Huh," The headmaster gaped at the confession.

"Which foundation," asked the teacher BK.

"The Titip Anak Terbaik Foundation," he replied again.

The headmaster nodded his head in a sign of understanding, then whispered to the teacher BK.

"They have spies here, looking for an opportunity to destroy this school" one of the protesters said.

"Indeed the foundation has long been at odds with us, the Principal said later.

"Now we solve this problem in my office. You come to the office and disperse the existing time," said the teacher BK.

The man apparently who led the demo, rushed he faced the time that crowded earlier, then gave him a disperse cue. Then he invited some people to go back to my mother and the principal, the BK teacher and the walas.We all left the school field to the Kepsek room, and the protesters have dispersed with a wad of money they have earned.

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

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