Why ?

Being late...

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A bright morning in a mansion that is quite luxurious, in one of the complexes in a city. A 15-year-old girl is sailing in a dreamland. It's almost supposed to be waking hours, but I don't know what makes him still in a thick blanket, maybe because of the cold winter that makes his lazy soul smolder.

"Gres, let's get up.

You'll be late if you keep sleeping." Said his mother who had opened her bedroom curtains so that sunlight could enter the room large enough.

"In a moment ma, still sleepy" said the new blanket was brought thick without caring about the sunlight that had entered completely into the room.

Then her mother sat herself on the edge of the bed near her son "Can't be darling, it's noon. You need to get up and go to school. It's even 06:25 Lo, soon to be in your class".

Gres who was still unconscious just kept quiet. But he digested the words from his mother, "awhile, it's still six o'clock right?

Wait. six passes. Gosh..., mama why didn't you wake Gres up from earlier, I'm even late". He jumped out of his favorite bed, ran to the bathroom.

Without waiting for long, he immediately took a shower and got ready. While his mother was tidying up the child's bed, muttering "the child's bottom, always throwing a tantrum".

Then his mother came down from the top floor of his son's room to the kitchen, more precisely at the dining table accompanied the husband who was having breakfast.

"Where's the press ma?" ask the father to his wife.

"Well, again, sir, the boy is always acting up" his wife said, laughing a little.

They continued to eat breakfast while waiting for Gres to come down from his room.

"Bi, please get me the milk I made for Gres at the table near the refrigerator" said Gres.

" Good mistress" then, the housekeeper stepped in to get the milk.

Oh, her mother's name is Siena Sandra, of Korean-Indonesian descent. While Gres' father was a native Indonesian, usually called Raditya sir more precisely Raditya Presmana. And Gres himself is the only child of the Presmana family with the full name Gress Presmana.

With lightning speed, Gres had even descended from the stairs and was about to head to the dining table, there he could see his father reading the newspaper in ready-made office clothes as well as his mother who was complete with her office suit.

" Good morning, Pa, Ma, sorry Gres woke up a bit too bad because it was too cold, so want to sleep on and on" he said while putting on his cute face.

Then he looked at his daughter for a moment and smiled

" Yes good morning also my beautiful daughter. It's okay, baby, every day you don't do it!"

Then the mother could only smile and say

"Next time don't be so anymore, later you get used to waking up bad luck, yes it's time for breakfast baby. Here!"

"Can't ma, it's too late. Gres went straight. Later breakfast in the school cafeteria" said Gres as he passed stepping in front of the main door.

But his mother called him

"honey, you should have breakfast, or at least drink milk. Let it be strong and strong" while giving milk to his son who is almost at the door.

Gres who stopped his steps took the milk given by his mother, then drink it until the remaining half a glass and run to the mang juki that is ready in the latest sports car Gres output given by his father a few months ago.

Gres' father has not allowed Gres to bring his own car because Gres does not yet have a SIM.

" Good morning, mang. Take Gres to school. Do not wear it long, because it is already late Banget. Mama's drug."while waving his hand to his mother who was standing in the middle of the door saw his son who was late, did not even have time to say goodbye to his parents.

On the way, "Non, the road is a little jammed because of the hours left for work." Said Mang Juki while looking at the rearview mirror.

"Just have to be quick, Gres is late..!" While occasionally looking out the window because of bored with the speed of mang juki who is driving.

And that's how they talked on the way to school.