DEANNA
Deane-3

"Mbak Dea, wake up!"

Deana blinked her eyes when she heard the sound of the door being knocked hard. He was surprised when he saw the sky from a part of the window that was not covered with curtains was already bright. His eyes glanced at the clock that was already showing at half-six in the morning.

"Mak Dea!" The voice surprised the girl again. By rushing the girl down from the bed and open the door before Rangga broke into it like the incident two months ago.

"Bak is awake, Ngga." When the door opened, Deana could see the look on Rangga's face that looked upset.

"Tape! What time is it, Mommy?" Rangga asked with pursed lips.

"Sign up, Ngga. No more praying." Deana replied by showing her a smile.

"Yes, go to sleep again. I want to run Sunday morning." Rangga turned around and was about to leave, but Deana immediately held back her sister's steps.

"Bak's coming, yeah." Deana raised her eyebrows while pleading for Rangga to allow herself to come along.

"Wash your face, brush your teeth first. The face of the pillow is so timid, Ma'am." Rangga chuckled, angrily Deana hit his sister's arm before re-entering the room and preparing to join the morning run.

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The morning air still feels so cool especially the region is still rarely no pollution from vehicle smoke. Rangga and Deana ran along at medium speed and interspersed with some small talk. Deana's height is almost parallel to Rangga, if they first saw they would have thought if Deana was Rangga's sister. Moreover, Deana's face looked younger than her age.

"Mbak Dea, why?" rangga asked, awakening Deana from her daydream.

"It's okay, No." Deana replied calmly as she did not want her sister to know what was troubling her mind at the moment.

"Don't lie, Ma'am. I'm no longer a child who can lie." Rangga clicked his tongue. He knew that something was being hidden by the woman. Deana responded with a forced smile.

"When did you lie to me? You are a child, Ngga. KTP has not been had," ledek Rangga. 

Rangga laid his body on the grass and made his two arms as a cushion. The man let the sunlight hit his face. "Sir, after graduating from Junior High I want to go to work. Follow Lik Agus as the building coolie."

Deana turned her head, looking at Rangga with a slightly sharpened gaze. "Can't! You must continue your education, No! Even if you can until you hold a college degree so you can achieve your goals of becoming a teacher."

"I don't want to burden mom, Ma'am. I feel sorry for mom having to work a bone slam like that. In part, the work so porters building the result is quite mba. A little higher than mother's pay as a tandem labor." Rangga was still adamant. The young man's decision was very unanimous. In fact, unbeknownst to Rangga had thought about it carefully.

"If you say no, it doesn't mean no. You are a boy who will later become a backbone of the family when married. At least, you must have the capital to be able to live better. In addition to yourself, but also for the sake of your family later," Deana advised. Rangga did not reply, only a rude sigh*n sounded from him.

"Ngga, maybe soon I will migrate to Jakarta."