
"There really is no need to transfer to class?" ask Wildan who is still worried about Aya. At that time he was going to take the princess to class, Wildan was rejected outright.
Aya insists on going to class by herself. Even when she was in a wheelchair, the little girl said goodbye. Turn your own wheelchair into the school.
Wildan tried to catch up, but still the rejection he received. The heavy heart of the father took off his daughter school. His eyes were still staring at Aya who was already away.
Tears drip to the cheek. He remembered that fateful incident. If only they did not force to go on vacation, surely now Aya can still walk normally. The wife will also be beside him.
Wildan shook his head a few times. Keep away all the memories that stifle the chest. He must be able to look forward and become a papa figure that can be proud of by his son and daughter.
"Papa always prays for your happiness" Wildan's monologue slowly got back into the car. Drive the four-wheeled vehicle to his office.
Aya has arrived at the class. Put his wheelchair on the front desk. In a place that is indeed from the beginning does not provide a bench, so as to make it easier for the little girl. He doesn't even have a sitting friend at the moment.
Aya looked around, many friends had already come. This is natural because the time has shown at 06.49 WIB. Of course the students must already be in school, if they do not want to be late.
Everyone seems to be in a group with people they like. Talk and say things that are their favorite. Form some small groups in the class.
The atmosphere looked crisp making Aya less comfortable. The sound of each other making his ears hurt. He prefers if the lesson hours have begun, at least there is only the sound of the teacher echoing in the classroom.
"For a long time, what should I do?" Aya monologues herself. Think of what he could do to pass the time before the ceremony began.
Aya's tiny hand fingered the desk drawer. There's a piece of paper that can be made sure it's not his. There was hate speech for the little girl. He ignored it and instead turned to the side that was still clean. I'm used to things like this.
He remembers putting a pencil in his pocket. After getting what he wanted, Aya just scratched the pencil on the paper. He was always alone, but lately Aya was very happy because of the presence of Nindia.
Aya's view was still focused with the picture on the table. Little by little Nindia's facial lines were drawn there. Because he was too fixated on the image, he became unconscious if anyone noticed him from behind.
The person seemed unblinkingly looking at the work made by Aya. A very beautiful and beautiful face. That person felt like he had seen that figure before. But, he felt like he had forgotten where exactly they met.
Teng Teng Teng Teng
The sound of the school bell echoed. All students go outside the class. Aya ran her wheelchair slowly. Suddenly there was a student who kicked behind Aya's wheelchair hard.
At once he was surprised, but immediately normalized the look of his face back. Things learned from Arya who always had a flat face without expression. After all, he was the one who always did that.
"Stop away. If you can not walk do not block people through dong," said the girl known as Aya Sekar.
He was a student next door. The man is beautiful, but his behavior is not as beautiful as his face. Sometimes something is done to hurt the people around you. So, it's not just Aya who is always being ridiculed like that.
Aya did not care and kept turning her wheelchair slowly. Arriving on the field, he was directed at the back row. But, again Aya got scorn from classmates.
"Enak yes ceremony but sit down. Get in the back again, avoid the heat." His voice is very slow, but can be heard Aya well.
Plaques
"Sorry, there was a fly on your shoulder" said the student who was next to Rahma. Suddenly he patted the back of the girl's shoulder rather loudly. Even the clapping sounds loud. Until a few pairs of eyes look towards Rahma.
"It's easy" said Rahma in a thin smile. He looked back for a while before focusing back on the front.
Dea, the student who had been doing riots was a neighbor of his complex. Daughter of Mr. Ahmad. It also has a twin who always goes along. His name is Dean, he's being a ceremonial officer for now.
Dea winked at Aya for a moment. Looking back ahead before being reprimanded by the guard teacher. Her smile seemed sweet even though it could only be seen at a glance by Aya.
The ceremony was completed a few minutes ago. Aya chose to wait until the corridor was quiet. It was only when there were no more Aya students running their wheelchair slowly.
"You want me to help." A voice suddenly buzzed behind him.
Aya jumped out of the chair in shock. Fortunately, he did not fall. In front of him was Dea and her twin.
Dea smiled wryly, while Dean only displayed a flat face. Not a friendly or insulting face. Just a flat face with no expression at all.
"No need," Aya refused slowly. Afraid to offend them both.
"Why? Though I want to be close to Aya," said the girl again trying to melt Aya's defense.
Aya who was scowling was basically an unpleasant person only able to nod her head. Dea hurriedly pushed Aya's wheelchair, while Dean walked on the side.
"Aya's picture was good. She who?" ask Dea to open the conversation.
"That's Nindia's sister," Aya answered briefly.
"Who is Nindia's sister?" Dean who heard his twin brother ask again tried to give the code because he saw Aya who was less comfortable. Dea did not just obey, he just aggressively asked Aya.
"Sir Nin is Aya's older sister," Aya replied after being asked a series of questions.
"Can I have a new sister?" Dea asked a new question.
"Because sister Nin works at Aya's house." said Aya cut because they had arrived at the class.
Dea takes Aya to her desk. Then he returned to his own seat beside the twin brother. All the students in the class saw them. How can the coolest twin brother be with the quiet Aya.
Unfortunately it is just a question that can be said in the heart only. No one dared to ask one of them.
The twins with charming looks and starry values. Everyone wants to be their friend, but to be second is like building a wall so that no one can get close.