Three Hearts to Carla

episode 14

The weather was very hot today, but it was late afternoon. But the sun still refuses to return to its quarrel. After a day of this hot brain to think during the exam, now my body is also following the heat because of the sweat that flooded my body after I rode a bike for 45 minutes from school to home. Especially with the road conditions that go up and down. Makes my energy today a lot drained.

After reaching the front of the house, I took the time to save my bike first in a regular place. I did not go straight into the house, but I sat on the front porch of my house taking off my shoes and enjoying the view of the rice fields and pond. The breeze coming at me reduced the fatigue I had felt.

After the tiredness disappeared, I went inside the house. It just so happened that my parents were going to work in the fields. So I just went in without excuse. Because even though I am at home, I always excuse myself first if there is someone else in the house. To be more polite.

I just went into the room and fell on the bed, my sister's voice was deafening.

I don't know where he came from, the feeling was that no one was home.

"Eh Son, it can not be si! My ears hurt knowing the horror of your false voice. A bad voice is proud." I walked back to the room grumbling.

Instead of reducing the volume, well this is even harder.

This child must be taught a lesson. I was upset as I walked back to the bathroom where my sister was having her bar concert.

I took the rope and tied it to the door handle. I pulled the rope and tied it to the window next to the bathroom and I put it back again and I tied it again in the door handle. Continue until several times until the door is difficult to open from the inside.

"Rasain Lo is delicious I work with. Wrong itself knows again tired and the head is even making a fuss. Duh head so much more nyut nyutan right?" I said while holding my aching head and then laughed with satisfaction at being able to do my sister. I am waiting for the end result.

I heard he was still humming, but it seemed like the bath was done. Let's wait for the reaction.one..two.tig..."

not until I'm done with my count, son has already called me.

"Mh... Carla MBA... Please open the door. Look out for you Mba, your bike tires will be hit by nails so tomorrow morning you go to school on foot." Shouted the Son while threatening me.

"No way, wrong itself is making trouble in the afternoon. I don't know what anyone else is tired of!"

"Where do I know that you're home. I take a shower and no one is home."

"Yes, but not that time either. Whether there are people or not we should not shout unclear. Neighbors will be disturbed. We live next door so we have to respect each other!" Saying again.

"Yes yes, bawel... Now open the door!"

"No want! Open it yourself !" Reject me

"Well, it's cold."

"Mh... Please mba, the most beautiful, the best, and the most super duper is amazing. I'm asking you to open the door. I promise I won't scream again!"

"Promise??" My first ask.

"Yes mba, really bothered the bukaya aja!" Sewot Putra's.

My mom went home and came in through the door next to the bathroom.

"This is the look of Bu the Son, yet another bath is still sempet-sempetnya concert, already so loud sound equal fals so much again. I don't think anyone else is disturbed." My sewot while removing the rope that I had tied to the door and window.

"Yes, but I don't know if anyone's home." The son still defended himself not to lose. And after she came out of the bathroom, as if she didn't feel guilty, continue singing.

"Tu kan Bu, you say it's rich." Omelku, stomping his feet, walked back to the room again.

My mother can only rub my chest to see my behavior and my son's.

"Sister brother fights every day. Something just makes it a problem. Can't you get along for a day?" He came in and sat down in the kitchen chair.

"Alright Sir...Sir... It will also get along. We understand that at this time they are still equally unstable. If you are an adult, you will get along by itself." Reply to Mother who is also making coffee for Father.

"Yes, Mom, but sometimes you are ashamed of your neighbors. This house is ramenya if Carla same Son at home. If rame njai same sholawat no problem, well this is due to quarrel." Complain Father again.

"Eat him sir, it's a tough task for both of us. How to get our kids to get along so well." Add the mother while exhaling rough breath and handing coffee to the Father.

"Yes we must not fail to educate the three of them, ma'am, must be equipped with religious knowledge. So that they can understand living the right life according to the law."

"Yes enough we who feel the lack of education and religious knowledge due to economic limitations and lack of religious knowledge that our parents used to have.

Let our children not feel what we feel."

"Yes Ma'am" while sipping the mother's coffee.

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The semester exam is finally over. The students are already free from the maple this semester. Now it's time to relax before the semester break.

This class meeting event, the committee held various games and races that were attended by all classes.

From the game of volleyball, football, sepak takraw, tug of war, and many other games and races.

The purpose of classmeeting is to establish intimacy between students, both class X, XI, and class XII. Then also train student solidarity and sportsmanship. In addition, it can also channel the talents and interests possessed by the students. And the latter as an entertainment event and a container to channel the excitement after the Students do the semester exam.

The committee appointed by the student body is OSIS. So all the managers of OSIS are involved in the classmeeting event today. Including me who was assigned today to control the volleyball race.

I'm escorting the class X and class XII races. I sat in the corner of the field to record every score that came in.

Today the weather is very hot, Sweat to pour on my body. Suddenly my head was dizzy and my vision darkened.

I don't know what's going on. It's just that I heard a familiar voice near me. The voice I always missed. The voice that always makes my heart shake. Yes, that voice is Randi's voice. His voice panicked like confusion. I'm trying to open my eyes. But these eyes feel heavy and the body feels very weak.