Desmala Gralind
New student
1 week later....
The news of Desmala Gralind's death is still warm so the media talks time. They assume that the death of the daughter of the Gralind family is very dear. Many do not think that the girl who was just introduced by Alisia and Herman Gralind a few months ago has now died.
Herman and alisia are mourning the death of their daughter. The two decided to go to America to calm down. For them here the memories of Mala are still very warm. Until they continue to dissolve in sadness due to the memories of Mala that are still left behind.
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On the other hand, Rakha is still convinced that Mala is still alive. It has been 1 week he went back and forth to the settlement of residents in the river. Until the people there are no strangers to his face. But still his efforts did not bring results.
"You're here again son" said the mothers who were going to the market.
"Yes Ma'am"
"Didn't your efforts go in vain this week?"
"Nothing is in vain for the people we love Mom"
"But hasn't the body been found? on what basis do you still think he's alive?"
"My little heart says another Ma'am" Rakha replies still faithfully with her friendly smile.
"Alright, mom stay first"
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At home, Rakha who has just returned home after searching for Mala. He immediately threw his body on the living room sofa because of fatigue.
"Are you still getting Mala?" asked Andi who had just come down from the stairs.
"Yes pa"
"What are you wasting your time doing, for someone who is clearly dead!" andi sarcasm.
"Mala's alive pa, I'm sure of it! and I'll prove it all equally papa!"
"Cihh child does not want to be arranged!"
"I was wrong to go home!" regrettable Rakha.
"Then what do you want? want to get out of this house? are you willing?"
"I can!" Rakha. He picked up the jacket he had just thrown on the sofa.
"I'm leaving!" said Rakha took the keys to the motor on the table.
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A father is what every child expects. However, now Rakha no longer expected a father. Since his mother died, it seems his father also died. Because Rakha no longer felt the love of his father.
The streets in a quiet night make Rakha free to jockeying on the streets. At least with the speed he can feel more relieved.
Rakha stopped his motorbike, he stared at the star-studded night sky.
"Malaaaa! you whereaaa?" shout Rakha. He is feeling frustrated at the moment.
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Rakha doesn't know where to go tonight. So he decided to go to Affan's house and stay there.
Several times the house bell was on the push and soon Affan came out. Looking at Rakha who seemed to be very messy. Affan immediately invited her in and took Rakha to his room.
"Why?" ask Affan.
"Berrantem is equally papa" Rakha replied briefly.
"What other problems?"
"Father you are Rakha, Mala is dead! what else do you want to prove?" ask Affan.
"Why do you even support my papa?"
"That color I see Rakha, try to use logic! there are people who can survive the accident! you don't see that abyss in a lot"
"My fault came here!" rakha said he was about to rise.
"Where are you? just here! I won't talk about that anymore!" affan said, he understood if Rakha was frustrated. So he would rather give up than let Rakha sleep on the streets.
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1 month later....
It's been a month since the accident. Rakha has not yet managed to find a bright spot about Mala's whereabouts. All his friends try to convince Rakha that Mala is dead and he must be sincere. But Rakha remains convinced that Mala is still alive.
Rakha is no longer looking for Mala. For the time being he could only hope that Mala would return to his presence. Although the probability of that happening is very small.
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At school Rakha no longer often joined his friends. He became quieter after the departure of Mala. He always spend time alone as he did when he first met him.
The four friends had already tried to comfort Rakha. But it always ends up failing. They can only hope that Rakha will return to the way she was. And his eyes opened to accept the fact that Mala had died.
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In the school cafeteria, Dira, affan, haura and Zayyan were taking a break. Every time they gathered, Rakha would always be absent.
"Rakha has not wanted to join us since Mala died" said Haura, concerned about Rakha's situation. Haura knows that Rakha loves Mala so much.
"Yes, I feel sorry for Rakha now. Prefer to be alone" added Dira.
"Now he doesn't want to join us in the same cafeteria. Rakha more often spend time in the library if not in class alone" said Zayyan.
"And if we play, he always refuses. And more choose to the lake where he and Mala made a pact" Affan added.
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On the shore of a calm lake. Rakha sat alone, whenever he was here he felt more comfortable. It was as if Mala was by his side sitting by the lake.
At the lake, Rakha could only continue to reminisce with Mala one by one.
"This lake always reminds me of Mala" said Rakha. He took a stone beside him. And looked at the stone. Next he threw it with all his might towards the lake.
"I used to try to entertain you by throwing stones at the lake, now I can't even entertain myself. For losing you" said Rakha.
"I beg you to come back Mala, I can't without you" he said staring deep at the end of the lake.
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At 8 am. Rakha is already at school. He sat alone in class. From the moment Mala is lost in her life rakha prefers silence.
"Mala, I miss" he looked at the photo of Mala on his phone.
The bell rang, the class that was originally quiet was now becoming crowded. The teacher who taught also entered.
"For the children, before we begin the lesson. I'd like to introduce your new friend. Queenzie, please come in!" pinta Bu teacher.
A pair of shoes entered the class that began to quiet with curiosity with the new student.
"Hello everyone, I'm Queenzie, you can call me zizi" he said very kindly.
Suddenly the entire class glared in shock when they saw the face of the new student.
"He right?" said Haura who kept smothering her own mouth in shock.
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