Am I Different?
POV Dinars

Hello introduction, my name is Dinar Maharani. I now sit in the second grade of the top Junior High School in my city. I have a friend named Ananda Keyla Anggraini.

I know him from still sitting in the SD bench and it turns out that he also happens to be my neighbor. I'm the new transfer boy in this house. When I moved here, I lived in the city where my father worked.

But because of something that required me and my parents to move, but my father continued to work there. The person I first met here was Keyla. He's a good boy. Since I was in first grade, I always wanted to sit with him.

Keyla's a smart kid and easily familiar to anyone. Si Keyla is also one of the children who have more ability, you could say he is an indigo child. But strangely, he did not want it until people knew the advantages.

He was afraid that people would stay away from him, when they found out about his advantages. There was an incident when we were still in Elementary School, our names are small children, Keyla including children who like to talk ceplos. He spoke everything he knew and never thought that his friend would know what he saw or not.

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When we played in the park near the housing, we were with friends there was one incident.

"Merlin's." Call Keyla to one of our friends.

Merlin.

"So you were delivered, who?" ask Keyla.

"Send by my mother" replied Merlin.

"Who else? How come there's a kid our age, cousin, huh?" ask Keyla.

"Nothing, I'm just like my mama" replied Merlin again.

"Well, I saw him being rammed with your mama, too" keyla mengueyel.

"I don't want the same victory, keyla. his work continues, I want to go home," Merlin passed away.

"Hayo, Keyla. Merlin was angry," replied one of our friends as well.

The other friends followed Merlin home. While in this park, I live with Keyla.

"What do you see, Key?" my many.

"I saw a little boy our age, piggybacked by Merlin's mother. At first when he came the boy who was piggybacked was not there, but just as Merlin was down, the boy was in the piggy bank" explained Keyla.

"Now it's a ghost, Key," I replied.

"I was wrong, Din?" ask Keyla.

"Other times, talk to me first. If I don't see it, it's not a person. You know for yourself, you are not as rich as others" I said.

Keyla just nodded. I deliberately brought him home.

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Therefore, starting from childhood he was said to be a strange child, a pretentious child, a child who only likes to be naughty.

A lot of kids are deliberately away from Keyla, for some reason. To be sure, I don't understand either, probably because Keyla is an indigo.

Once an incident when leaving for our study tour in sixth grade SD, Keyla suddenly cried so badly.

"What's up, Key?" ask one of the teachers.

He did not answer, he could only cry.

"Dinar, try asking" said the teacher.

"Key, what's wrong with you? Is anyone sick?" my many.

"I'm scared! I don't want to die, Din," he said.

“Stop! Stop Mr Driver, stop!” keyla said in a high tone and cried a mouthful.

The driver ignored him. Keyla screamed and cried again.

“I said stop! Madam Master, Master Teacher, please stop, hiks-hiks!” Keyla called out while crying.

“I beg you, Mr. driver. I beg!" Keyla pleads.

He stood up and tried to tell us, everyone on the bus.

"I don't want to die right now. I don't want all of us to be wretched, I beg Miss Master!” Keyla stays with her chatter.

“Stop! long ago, sir." Our homeroom teacher gave the driver's orders.

“What the hell is that weird kid? Disrupt the trip. Don't know what, it's late at night still not arrived, good in the middle of the city!” babble one of our class mates, who never liked Keyla.

The teachers also approached Keyla who had stopped crying.

“What's up, son? What do you mean?” ask one of our elementary school teachers named Bu Evi.

“We stopped in less than ten minutes, Mom. I'm afraid we're going to happen" Keyla said.

“I see in front there will be a fallen tree right on top of our bus, if we don't stop. Please ma'am, listen to me just this once.” Keyla begged again.

“How, Sir?” ask Ms. Evi to our homeroom teacher.

Our homeroom teacher considered Keyla's remarks.

“There's no harm, ma'am, we listened to Keyla's words this once." The class also considered.

“Good, Sir,” said Bu Evi.

Bu Evi approached the driver and apparently the driver agreed with the reason he could rest for a while.

“Bother this child anyway, when do we get there if we have to stop every time he cries?" say our classmate again.

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Ten minutes passed, we continued on our way back. The bus was not far enough from where we stopped, there was a crowd in front.

And it turns out to be true, there's a fallen tree right on top of the car. The whole bus is giving thanks, “Alhamdulillah."

after that, everyone looked at Keyla. Either they want to say thank you or something else. But if for me, we have to thank Keyla, we're safe thanks to her vision.

From the many events that Keyla said, I never once wanted to stay away from Keyla like the others. Maybe that's how Keyla protects us. But I still don't understand the others, they keep telling me Keyla's a weird kid. Many still do not like it, even though his intention is good to help.

Once upon a time, Keyla talked to me.

"Din, I was wrong with them, why do so many friends dislike me?" ask Keyla.

"You're not wrong, Key. Who the hell can avoid if this is indeed the destiny of the powerful?" my spoken.

"Din, what if we're not a school anymore, who wants to be friends with me?" ask Keyla again.

"Let's relax, we'll have one more school, just calm down" I told Keyla.

"You're a really good friend of mine, Din. Thank you!" Keyla answered with a smile.

From then on, wherever Keyla list school, I always come along. And luckily, we were able to go to the same school and could certainly have one more class.

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