Dilemma Intersection
1. I'M INTROVERTED

SEQUEL OF 'WAITING FOR THE LOVE OF THE SERVANT OF THE COUNTRY'

INDIRA POV

The morning sun shines brightly, I always enjoy the morning sunshine from my bedroom balcony. Closing my eyes, I inhaled a lot of air and exhaled slowly.

"One of the blessings of the world from God is still to be able to breathe and breathe the morning air. Morning is a new beginning, a new opportunity for us to write amazing stories into life. The morning always teaches us that there is hope in every step of life. Good morning, Universe, "my inner.

Tok tok tok tok

"Dad! Breakfast first yuk," cried Mother Gisya.

"Yes Bun, soon Adek down," I replied to Mother.

Hii.. My name is Indira Myesha Kirania Syafa, I am the youngest of three children. My two brothers, now do not live with us. My first brother lived with Oma, Grandpa and Grandma in Palembang. As for my second brother, he had just been accepted into one of the Institute of Internal Education (IPDN). Because his desire to become a state servant like Dad was rejected outright by Mother.

Oh yes, my father was a Major General named Fahri Putra Pratama. While my mother was named Gisya Kayla Nursalsabila, Mother was only a small businessman. Mommy has a cake shop that was taken down from Oma Syifa. Right now I'm just entering High School. Slowly, I came down the stairs and I saw that Father and Mother were sitting sweetly at the table.

This is the custom of our family, never to miss breakfast together.

"Today Adek delivered Om Mirda, yes! You see, Monik wants to control Mother," said Father.

"Yes Dad" I answered briefly. He protected us as his children.

"He said Rara will come home, he will stay with us as we love," said Mother made me smile happily.

"Seriously Mother? I can't wait!" I really miss Rara, my dear sister.

"Dear dear, Om Mirda will pick you up after nganterin you," said Mother and I nodded.

After breakfast, I say goodbye to school. All along the way I just kept quiet, reading my favorite novel.

"Miss Dira, we've arrived" Om Mirda's words made me realize.

"That's a damn shab, Om!" I said with a stiff smile.

"Read the novel very seriously! Be careful, Miss Dira, and happy learning" said Om Mirda.

"Thank you very much, Om!" I said and hurried to the gate where Carel was waiting for me.

I approached Carel who was engrossed with her phone, I just patted her on the shoulder and walked towards the classroom.

"Well less asem you! Uda cave waitin even melengos aja go," annoyed Carel.

"St! Don't be noisy, earache!" I said while walking.

"Basic miss introvert!" carel said and made me smile.

That's what I call from Carel and Fika, the best friends I've had to date. Actually, I have a lot of friends, but not like Carel and Fika. They approached me, just because they knew I was a General's son. In the past, I was used by close friends. Until I chose to be alone, only Carel accompanied me. Then shortly thereafter I met Fika, a girl my age. His father died while on duty. Fika's father is a policeman, and her mother is an elementary school teacher.

I casually entered the classroom, and I saw Fika staring at the window.

"Dream! The neighboring chicken died, if you mostly daydream," Fika looked at me and smiled. By writing on a piece of paper, Fika said that she was waiting for me.

"Calm down, I'm here!" my words made Fika nod.

Fika is actually not mute, only since the death of his father he had experienced physical violence by his friends. Fika was exposed to Disartria Syndrome. Disartria (dysarthria) is a disorder of the nervous system that causes speech disorders. This disorder occurs when damage to the nerves affects the muscles used for speech.

Carel approached the two of us while shaking our waists.

"You two are compact if you make a cave kesel," said Carel then sat on his lap.

"Don't get angry, later your fans on all the run!" Fika mocked Carel through her writing accompanied by a melted emoticon.

"Look, you're the number one fan in my heart," Carel's tease pissed Fika off.

"Buntstick lizard, spiciness!" fika's writing makes me hold back my laughter.

"Udah diem! Soon again, Lusi came," I said to make Fika and Carel quiet.

The lesson begins, although it has shortcomings, but Fika also has advantages. He's a smart kid, always even the first rank. I don't think of Fika as a competitor, because I do recognize her level of intelligence. We both have trauma in making friends, it makes us close.

The break bell rang, I walked to the cafeteria while listening to music using I-pods. While Carel and Fika walked in front of me.

Bruk!

I bumped into someone, it seems that he is the upperclassman. Because he was wearing our school Futsal team uniform.

"Sorry Brother, I did not accidentally" I said, looking down and took my book that fell to the floor.

"Next time be careful, sweetie!" it wasn't the man I hit who answered, it was his friend.

"Thank you, Brother!" I walked away from it because I didn't want to be the center of attention.

Fika has ordered me a bowl of baso, while reading the book I enjoy the food in front of me.

"Eat first! Just read a book!" Fika wrote that down and took the book out of my hand.

"Well Mami Fika, I'm eating!" Carel smiled, because Fika was very attentive to us like a mother to her child.

"Fik, can't you baso have you for the cave? Still laper!" said spoiled Carel.

"Ck! Buy again sono, shy you!" I was upset when I saw Fika give her meatballs away.

"Syirik aja you! Her fika is nothing," Carel casually eats Fika's meatballs.

Since the lesson hours were empty, I decided to go to the library alone. Carel and Fika prefer to go to the music room.

"Heh girl blague!" my steps stopped when I heard that voice.

"Me?" I asked while pointing at myself.

"Haah? I've never felt a doubt or anything like that" I replied casually.

She tried to pull my hijab, I quickly parried and locked her body. He did intend to bully me, but unfortunately I already understood that.

"Take me off! Fuck you, holy-ass!" his screams made everyone stare at me.

"I never felt like I had a problem with you, and one more thing! You are wrong target if you want to bully me, I could easily break both hands this beautiful! All this time I've been in them not because I'm afraid, but I've been facing a potential trash society like you!" I said and let go of his hand violently.

Everyone was staring at me, the thing I hated the most!

"Rather than being busy bullying the weak, it's better to reflect on yourself! Because by bullying others, you indirectly show your weakness! Don't underestimate the silence of introverts like me, if once again I see you bully others then prepare your sweet hands to break!" I just left him.

I am an introvert, I prefer solitude. To calm my heart, I chose to go to the school garden. While listening to music, I read novels. It suddenly crossed my mind to become a writer, and it made me smile to myself.

"Based on a strange girl" said someone who looked at me from afar.

Now it's time to go home from school, Fika brought her favorite matic motorbike and say goodbye. Every day, Carel and Fika would go home along with his motorcycle. While I must always wait for the invitation of Om Mirda or Kak Monik.

"Huf! If only Dad could I bring a motor," said my inner.

I saw Brother Monik pick me up, I remembered that today my first brother came home. When I got home, I immediately ran inside. I can't wait to meet him.

"Bone! Which brother?" I asked with great enthusiasm.

"Gluck! Greetings first, dong! You make Mother shocked," Mother's nagging is common to me.

"Hehehe, sorry Bun! Assalamu'alaikum, beautiful Mother. Where is my beloved brother?" tanyaku and Mommy smiled stroking my head.

"Dikamarnya dear, maybe again rest," replied Mother.

Immediately I went to my First Brother's room.

"Yamaaaakkkkk! Dira kangen!" I screamed and hugged my sister tightly.

"MashaAllah, this adek is wearing a high school uniform!" said Rara to me.

"He will be fed with Mother, so Dira cepet gedenya," I replied while struggling spoiled in her hands. Brother Elmira was my first brother, even though we were bloodless. Because Brother Elmira is the foster child of Father and Mother.

We kept throwing laughter at each other, without realizing Dad was standing at the door by folding his hands together.

"Ekhemmmm!!" deheman Dad made us look.

"Yeahhhhh!!" sister Elmira shouted hugging Father, I understand how much Kak Rara misses us.

"But really you guys, until my dad didn't know!" Dad was pissed off at us.

"Sorry, Dad. Brother misses you Adek, Brother misses you too" Brother Elmira continues to hug Dad, to channel his longing.

"Dad is also very kangen with Brother, you guys have lunch?" Dad asked as he stroked the heads of the two of us like a kitten.

"Belom, Dad! Earlier, Adek disturbed Kakat pas want to brim," I said with a smile.

"Gee! Bad boy! Yaudah yuk we have lunch first, Mommy already prepared a good meal for Brother," asked Dad to both of us.

We went down and had lunch together, just silence because Dad forbade us to talk while eating. After eating, I went to my room because my phone kept ringing. Bang Husain continued to make video calls. I immediately went into the bathroom, and quickly performed the dzuhur prayer.

Actually I intend to go down and approach Kak Rara, but all that I paused when I accidentally heard their conversation. I went back to my room and my phone rang.

The Video Call

"Where the hell is that? Called from earlier too!" Bang Husain nags me like Mother.

"Just finished praying! Want something?!" I was angry looking at Brother.

"Does want to see Brother!" we miss Rara very much.

I walked towards the balcony, I saw Brother who was pensive on his own. I turned my camera phone to Brother.

"Why is Brother sad so?" Bang Husain asked me.

"Obviously, you always love your brother's escort," I'm sad, because we always get a strict escort from Dad.

"Everything is for the good of Brother. Yaudah, you hang up. Don't tell Brother that you want to go home!" pinta Abang Husain then turned off his call.

The End Video Call

I thought back to my plan to become a writer. I took my Mackbook, and started writing about my feelings.

"About me being an introvert, I don't like crowds. I'm different from other people, my nature tends to be cold. Only with family, I can be spoiled. I'd rather be quiet, I'd be more comfortable alone. Keramain is too foreign to me, I'd be more likely to be quiet. Not that I'm arrogant, but I don't know how to make a topic. I'm just a monochrome, I'm not very good at words,"

POV END'S

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