The White Heart Jasmine

Chapter 85 - Meet Bondan

The following days Elvan reduced his time to train the children. The more focused jasmine assisted Hasan. Elvan concentrated on the script. Soon he'll have a thesis. Melati urged him to focus. Actually Elvan just casually face the business of the script trial.

"Let the results be maximum. Not just graduating. Please.." pinta Melati's.

"Yes, yes, Mrs Elvan's candidate." Elvan scrambles Melati's hair.

"Iihh.. conditioned hands, yes..." Jasmine pouting.

Elvan chuckles.

"Children let me and Hasan take care of it. There is still Bu Lidya and Pak Hadi as well. Other teachers can help, to." said Melati.

"My script is about the House of Garuda, it should be there often." Elvan tried to defend himself.

"No. The interview and the required data are complete. So the writing is maximized. Check again, edit again. Let's be good, there are not many questions when tested," said Melati.

"Okee..." Elvan. So Elvan also forced himself to focus on doing his script assignments. He was more often on campus.

That day Melati as usual came to the House of Garuda. Practicing with the kids. Bondan is not coming anymore. This week he came only once. What's up, huh? If he decides after training he'll find Bondan.

At five o'clock, Melati is on the road to Bondan's house. He still remembers the alley of Bondan's house when he was delivered that night. By riding a motorcycle, Melati went there.

Entering the small alley Melati asked Bondan's house to mothers who were sitting chatting in front of the terrace of a house. They show Bondan's house. His name was Aaron. It was a bit far away from entering. Still turning a few times. On certain roads Melati must demand a motorbike because there is a ban on riding a motorbike, many small children.

His house said white walls painted dark brown doors and windows. Melati looked over here and there, and. ah. it seemed.

"Where are the results today? Just this? Enough to eat! You want to, work??!!" A father was scolding the boy standing in front of him.

That's Bondan? Slowly Melati approached them. He parked the bike in front of the house.

"Tomorrow if you can't get twice this, don't sleep at home. Wanna?" That man punched Bondan in the head. Melati was shocked to see it. He dared to say hello.

"Good afternoon, sir," said Melati.

Hearing that the father of about 40 years turned his head. With an angry face she saw Melati. His gaze slightly changed there was a question mark who this young lady in front of him was. Bondan also looks at Melati. He was very surprised to see Melati coming to his house.

"What's wrong?" ask the father rudely. Melati's guts are shrinking a bit too.

"I want to see Bondan" replied Melati.

"What is my son's business?" ask the father who is Bondan's father, Aaron, more astonished. How did his son know this beautiful woman.

Bondan looked down. He folded his arms hoping that his father would not get angry.

"I'm Melati. I invited Bondan to practice music some time at the Garuda House. And because Bondan didn't come so I wanted to look at him" Melati replied carefully.

"What training? The music? Home moreover? Does he have a home?!" Aaron's anger began to rise.

Jasmine ketir-ketir. But he had to dare to face this. Bondan is getting scared. He held back from crying.

"My friends and I taught the children to develop their talents so that they..."

"Alaaahhh.. Better he find the money.. We're not rich people like you who don't think tomorrow want to eat money from nowhere... Don't make a mess with my son. Know??!!" Aaron who had been sitting down just now stood up and approached Melati.

"If I see you near my son again, watch out for you!!" Aaron raised his hand, with his forefinger pressing Melati's forehead.

Dag dig dug also Melati faced Harun's rude attitude. But he tried as calmly as possible.

"Where's money? I can't wait anymore for this obvious thing like this." Aaron roughly took the bag on Bondan's shoulder. He took out everything there. Then he threw the bag near Bondan's feet and left.

"Bondw..." Jasmine slightly crouched down facing Bondan. He held both of the boy's shoulders. Her heart was as if it was sliced to see what Bondan was natural.

"I'm. I'm afraid, brother." she said softly sobbing.

Melati put her knees on the ground, grabbed Bondan's shirt and hugged the boy. Bondan was crying in Melati's chest. Yes, Melati also shed her tears. Regardless of what life you have been through all this time, mind Melati.

"Bondan, we're in, yeah." Jasmine. They're coming in the house. Small and messy house. Obviously this house is not maintained. It may have been for days not swept. There's stuff strewn here and there.

"Where's your mother?" ask Melati.

Bondan. She was crying again.

"Mother isn't there?" Jasmine sat in a chair. He pulled Bondan's hand to sit next to him.

"Mom's gone, brother. I often beat my mother.... Ever bleed, until fainting... I don't dare. Take me. Afraid...same Father," said Bondan Pilu.

"Oh my God.." murmured Melati. He wanted to scream hearing this. How cruel his father was. That means Bondan can also be treated the same.

"When did you leave?" jasmine asked with a slightly trembling voice.

"I'm second grade. So it's been three years" said Bondan. His eyes were wet.

Melati is so full. He's got to do something. Bondan can't possibly be left like this.

"Bondan, you're coming with Brother, yeah..." Melati holds Bondan's hand.

"I'm scared, Brother. You will be very angry" said Bondan.

"But you promised training would come." said Melati. "You don't stop learning. Your soul is in the music, Bondan. You'll succeed if you stick to it."

"I don't know, brother." said Bondan Lirih.

"Have you eaten?" ask Melati. He realized it was hard past 7 p.m. Bondan.

Jasmine order food online. He bought crispy chicken and milk for Bondan. Shortly the order arrived.

"Come, we'll eat" said Melati. He tidied up the table and put some food in there. Bondan ate rice and chicken in front of him. She must have rarely eaten properly, perhaps even her stomach was rarely fully filled.

Melati smiled mixed sadly looking at him. The taste of the food itself is difficult to enter the esophagus.

Finish them eating, Melati pamit. Bondan closes the door and Melati leaves. Along the way Melati thought of Bondan. What can he do to get the boy out of his house? He should talk to Aaron. There's no other choice.

*

we can never choose our own life.we are only given time and opportunity to live.so better or not is our decision to live with heart, with love....

*

*

*

*

*

❤ thank you already read..kindam comment, like, vote yaa... 🙏☺❤❤