The Strange School

Recognition

"ARE YOU THE ONE BEHIND THE BUILDING?!"

The deg!

Slowly Tama lowered the position of the cutter and widened her eyes wide not expecting Aira to know that.

"Are you the key?"

"You led everything?"

"You're the one selling those women?"

Now the silent Tama did not speak.

"Shinta too right?" suddenly, Aira directs her to Shinta's case.

Tama grew increasingly shocked to hear Aira's words.

"The photo of Shinta scattered on the site was taken in the building, right?"

"Know who you are?" Tama glanced sharply at Aira.

"Not important"

"Know from whom?!" Tama slightly raised her tone, cutting out Aira's speech.

"Is the answer now yes or no?!" Aira leaned her body towards Tama.

"My suspicion was that time, right?!"

"Jawab or I won't see your face again!"

Tama still looked confused to answer what.

"Sorry" In her low tone Tama said sorry.

"Sorry?!"

"So really?!"

Tama just shut up.

"Your name?!"

"So that's all true?!"

"You're looking for her?!"

Many times Aira wiggled Tama's body so that Tama immediately opened her mouth and explained everything.

"By the way Tam!"

"MA?!"

More surprisingly, Tama answered Aira's question with a slow but sure nod. Tama felt there was no other way for her to shift this conversation. Maybe it's time Aira found out about the dark business.

On the other hand Tama is sorry. Not sorry for running that business. But regretfully because he did not keep his secret until finally Aira found out. Tama considers himself stupid and not becus for this.

Sorry Aira, I can't keep you out of this dark business. I used to promise you that you wouldn't know or hear about what I did. But it turns out I can't, Tama's inner.

Aira kneading. The hand that was originally grasping tightly the sleeve of Tama's clothes stretched out and fell. Aira could not pucker anymore. Because the reality that he really did not want to believe it was true. His breath was wheezing when he had to hear Tama's confession. Aira's crying almost broke. Really can't believe it.

"Hahh.." sighed in disbelief.

"I don't think we should meet first"

Aira immediately opened the car door with that mixed feeling. Angry, upset, disappointed, unexpected, distrustful, or other feelings that are difficult to explain into one.

"Mir!" Tama wanted to hold Aira away. But he also realized, maybe Aira needs time alone. If he forced Aira to stay, things got worse. All right, Tama just let Aira go even though on the other hand Tama could not bear to see Aira's back that went up and down because of crying it started to move away.

Tama made sure from afar, from the glass in the middle of it. Making sure that Aira exits the hospital area is fine. Which was then when Aira actually left, she flailed the steering wheel of her car and shouted regretfully.

"I have to howaaa?!" his yell.

Aira Pov's

BOOM UP!

Suddenly he apologized. Does that mean he confessed his actions? I really didn't think it was him. The person behind the building is him. What did he think when he did that? Was happy? Happy huh? Or is there some regret?.

I decided not to meet him for a while. While not until when. I need a clear mind to think cold. Although in fact this feeling is ambiguous.

Get off the car my tears immediately broke. Walking alone while crying, of course, many pairs of eyes that look at me in wonder. But I just keep going because they don't know what I'm feeling right now.

I waved my hand stopping the passing taxi. I went in, the taxi driver looked at me with pity because I was crying.

"Loh, why mbak? How crying?"

"Did you break up with her boyfriend?"

"Or, her boyfriend is seriously ill?"

"No papa kok sir, just walk" I said as I sobbed.

Arriving home, I saw the lights of the house that had been lit when I had not stepped on the house since. I looked around the house with my eyes open and thought, Who is home? Is there maybe a thief, huh?

I entered the house with a slack. Not to forget, prepare to bring a broom to be used as a makeshift weapon. While in the living room, I heard a thunderous sound coming from the kitchen. But why is the maling in the kitchen? What can he steal in the kitchen? Slowly my feet moved towards the kitchen.

Right, I saw someone busy in the kitchen. I see that wide back. The originally ambiguous, disheveled feeling slowly faded away after seeing the person's back.

"Dad!"

I hugged my father's body from behind. Warm taste. This is the hug I want. So comfortable, until it does not feel if my tears wet my father's back. And over time the sobbing began to sound. Happy at once moved. God didn't playfully plan this. When I needed a soothing hug, my first love father was home.

Suddenly I remembered my childhood. Mother's days are still there. The time when the three of us were still living in the house and were once that happy. The time before the bastard woman took it all away. While I set aside the hate that never stopped for dad. No, maybe not hate me, but that woman. Because if it wasn't for that woman, the three of us could still be living together.

"Aira's home yet?" said father.

"Well, why cry Ai?" dad realized that his back was wet and heard my sobbing. He turned his body around because of it.

"Why Ai?" dad equalized my height and started wiping my tears.

"Hey, why cry daddy's daughter?"

I didn't answer. Hugging my father tighter from the front. Even my stuff is getting louder.

"Husssttttt.." Dad rubbed my back gently.

"When did you get home?"

"Don't you call Aira?" I let go of the hug. Asking while crying spoiled in front of dad is very comfortable.

"Willful surprise, heheh. Yaudah, you take a bath there. Keep eating, you see what's in the suitcase" I glanced at the big black suitcase beside the tv.

"Dad brought a lot of souvenirs?" many enthusiast.

"May take a shower so I can see his souvenirs"

"Yes yaaa"

"Father again this week?" I asked, glancing at the cup that was filled with coffee and sugar without water.

"Make coffee. Want to pour the water, eh! Suddenly someone pounced!" joke dad.

"Here let Aira make it!"

"Its hard, you take a shower. People live in water. It's there!" I was encouraged to take a shower immediately.

That's dad. I never asked what my problem was. But I know exactly what I feel. Why don't you ask, huh? Don't you want me to remember the trouble I'm having?

Author Pov's

At the hospital, Indah as the detective who handled Rida's case was standing next to the corpse who was lying at the autopsy table with the forensic doctor of course.

It was beautiful to open the white cloth that covered the body of the corpse. The whole body of Rida's father had many stab wounds.

"Seeing from his stab wound, the perpetrator must have used a blunt knife" the forensic doctor said.

"This is the autopsy report. But whose wife hasn't come out yet. Maybe two or three more days" the forensic doctor said.

"Okay doc, thank you"

It was beautiful to look at all the results of the report carefully.

"Dull knife?" beautiful Gerrutu.

"Why would he use a blunt knife if it was his intention to kill?"

"Did he deliberately let his victims die? That would be like revenge. His friends say they never had a problem with anyone"

Aira's house.

"What did you eat?" Aira came down with her head still wrapped in a towel.

"Father was your favorite chicken delivery!"

"Wooaaahhh!" Aira pleasure.

Aira ate voraciously. In the middle of enjoying the food, Aira remembered the black suitcase beside the tv. Therefore, Aira became impatient. Aira pulled the suitcase to her side. Aira was about to open the souvenir suitcase even though the food was not completely finished.

"Waaaah! So heavy!" he pulls the suitcase.

"Dad bring what?!"

Krieeeit....

Suitcase zipper sound open.

"Woaaaaahhh, funny-funny stuffaaa" he cried in admiration.

The first thing Aira came across were some key chains that had funny shapes. Aira likes that keychain. Second, Aira saw there were several bracelets that were no less beautiful. All Aira disassembled one by one while devouring the food that had not been exhausted.

Aira found a large cowboy hat. Wearing a cowboy hat was because he thought it was suitable for him.

"Ehhh, it's got a father" his father insisted.

"But I fit in well" he chanted.

"Why buy batik cloth with the same motif?" aira protests.

"many more. There's one, two, three, four, five, seven, eight?!" Aira revealed the eight batik cloths in front of her father.

"Do what? The motif is just the same color difference"

"Where is the exact same again" he protested.

"No! The colors are the same motif!" Aira showed me the batik cloth she meant.

"That's for you to love your friends!" father says.

"Seriously yeah?!"

"Waaah, they must be happy. But this is mostly yeah! There are only two!"

"Pity the Eagle too"

"Other one?" - Aira.

"Please, who else?"

The deg!

Aira became reminded of her problem with Tama as soon as her father mentioned Tama's name.

"Ohh, Tama huh?" the look on Aira's face turned sour in an instant.

"Why?"

"At least there's a problem with Tama?" said Bernan, Aira's father.

"Ah.. Ng.no yah"

"You don't think you know?"

Aira's face turned red because she was caught lying.

Tinctong!

The sound of the house bell.

"Let Aira do well" Aira immediately ran out.

"Who's the one"

"BIAN?!"

"Why is your face battered by gini?"

"Uhhh.... What a stench this stinks!" Aira fanned the nose area using her palms.

How surprised Aira was the arrival of a Bian with such conditions. Messy hair, a bruised face, bloody corners of the lips, irregular breathing, and tangled clothing.

"No papahhh.." Bian collapsed on Aira's shoulder.

"Ehhh, uh, uh, eh?!" Aira was overwhelmed by Bian's extremely heavy body.

"Dad! Well please help me!"

Bernan ran towards Aira worriedly.

"Why Ai?!"

"He who?"

"Please! This weight!"

Bian's sleep in Aira's room was assisted by Bernan.

"Make him soup, let his influence disappear. Do not forget to compress the wound as well. I want to continue my work first" said Aira's father.

"He drunk?" - Aira.

"Yes yeah"

"Why is this how it is?!"

"Some of him fight with who's like gini?"

"Where he was drunk again" Aira continued to grumble.

"He can be drunk. Who's in the hospital?"

Aira was compressing her wound. At that moment, Bian slowly opened his eyes. How happy he was when he opened his eyes there was Aira who took care of him. Unknowingly Bian's lips were attracted. Bian smiled even though his condition had not completely improved. But, Aira still did not realize that Bian had awakened. Aira's still busy with her wound compresses, until, uh,

"YYYYYYYYYYY!" Aira was surprised because Bian's eyes were already open.

"That's right!" hit Bian's chest.

"Ngagetin is it?! Since when did you wake up?"

"Ehehehe, eheeheheh" Bian smiled an indistinct smile.

"Idihhhhh, what's the boy?!"

Aira stood up from her seat intending to clean the container and the towel used to compress earlier.

Hap!

There was a hand preventing it.

"Where are you going?"

"Here's a napa" Bian in a drunken tone.

"Idihhh, fuck! So cute know?!"

"Surge! Would you like my compressed water to flush to your face?!" said Aira.

"Some of the ngrepotin really?!" lamented Aira.

Aira returned to her room with a tray containing a plate of rice, a bowl of soup, and a glass of warm drink for Bian. But upon arrival in the room, Aira did not see Bian in her bed. Where's she?

He tried to find it in the tree house. It turned out that it was true that he was there standing and daydreaming alone.

"Ngapain the?!" Aira.

"Now! Eaten up!" thrusting cart.

"God!" Bian opened his mouth giving the code for Aira to bribe him.

"Relieve it! Eat yourself!"

"Jaudah doesn't eat!"

"Jaudah whatever! That's the loss!" - Aira.

"I don't want to eat, I don't think, I'm still drunk, I can't go home, I'm here and on, ngrepotin you, ehehehehe" Bian teased.

"Issshhhh! Child policy ****!"

"Judah here!" aira grabbed the bowl of soup.

"That's dong!" with his carefree Bian opened the mouth to welcome Aira's bribe.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh" Bian moaned because of the corner wound of his lips that were exposed to hot sauce.

"Well! Rasayn!" babbling Aira.

"Lagain why can gini si?!"

"Where to my house again. Can't you stop by your other house?!" gerutu Aira's.

"Whoor! Suddenly my steering wheel turned here, yaudahdeh!"

"Who is the same?!" ask Aira sewot.

"Hmmmm, it turns out that sewot sewot is still there a sense of worry huh?" bian Goda.

"Ck! Udahdeh, don't start!" pissed Aira.

"So I met Tama" - Brian.

"Yes on?" - Aira.

"He drinks a lot!"

Aira seemed uninterested in Bian's conversation. However, that's not entirely true. Aira quietly listened to Bian's story carefully even though it seemed outside Aira did not care at all.

"Udahdeh, don't talk about it-"

"I'm barentem with him" Bian's reply made Aira's speech cut off.

"Hahhhh" Aira breathed a rough breath.

"Remain yet again? Don't you keep fighting the same way he keeps going?" said Aira.

"Do you know what we're dealing with?"

"You want what happened on that beach?"

"You saw it for yourself, didn't you?"

"Did you see him swing his gun?"

"Even you're chasing that guy, right?"

"Yes keep what the same thing Tam-"

"Name man!" suddenly Bian brought his face closer to Aira's ear and whispered.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Bian laughed fiercely so whispered the word that confused Aira.