Don'T Call Me Pigy
Grandma's Plan

"What?" The old woman who was originally sitting on the chair quietly stood up after hearing the news someone had told her. His face flushed with flames of anger, his eyes sharpening as if he wanted to devour anyone who was considered a prey.

"They even punished Ms. Shopia for the incident, Madam," the whistleblower continued, sparking emotions in his old heart.

"Bad of them! How dare he do that to my granddaughter!" grim Grandma stared at the void in front of her eyes.

"That's all because they don't know who Miss is" the whistleblower said. This time, Grandma's eyeballs moved on to her.

True, all of this is due to Shopia's status which is still hidden as the grandson of the owner of the place. He sighed, sat back down, thinking of a plan.

"When will the inauguration of the new building be held?" asked Grandma after she managed to calm her heart.

"When the race starts, ma'am," said the rapporteur.

"Tell them if this time I'll come alone" Grandma said.

The complainant looked up, looking at Grandma with a look of wonder on the face because all this time he only ordered his assistant who came and never appeared directly.

"Okay, Madam!"

Grandma shook her hands, asking her to leave. He is unable to defend for now because Shopia himself has asked to hide his identity. Long breaths repeatedly blow in order to unravel the tightness in the chest.

Waiting for the arrival of children and grandchildren anxiously while thinking what punishment is appropriate for the head of the foundation for his mistake of bluffing Shopia.

"I have to take action because otherwise, they continue to be arbitrary towards students. Who do they think Adinata is? To the extent that it must submit and obey him. Look, what can I do with them?" murmured the Grandma while imagining a company.

He never knew their faces, only hearing reports from the assistant who always replaced him every time the meeting. All he knew was that Adinata was one of the most influential people in the city.

While waiting, Shopia and her mother arrive home. The state of their faces tangled, especially Shopia who had to receive a suspension sentence for more than a month. He remained at home waiting for the punishment to end.

"You all right?" Grandma rushed over, directly checking the state of the grandson's body.

Shopia shook her lethargic head, collapsing on the sofa letting go of the tiredness that plagued her body.

"Grandma's heard it all, take your time to start training, Shopia. So that when your sentence is over, you have managed to change yourself," said the grandmother attentively. He rubbed Shopia's hair gently, giving her support even though in the heart the anger peaked again.

Shopia nodded, then nodded her head for sure. At first he was confused as to what to do, but after hearing the advice of Grandma he became eager to spend his sentence.

"Good, Grandma. Shopia will do her best" he said with confidence.

Grandma smiled in satisfaction, she glanced at Ayunda, Shopia's mother who only fell silent after arriving home. Things like this often happen to Shopia, but this time it's different. Usually, the child has never been involved in a fight with anyone, let alone a student named Alisa who is clearly so respected.

He thought it might be because Shopia's status was now different even though it was still hidden. He has a strong support behind the scenes when big problems occur.

"Rest, you must be tired" the grandmother told Shopia.

The girl complied, went to her room. Leaving two people facing each other with different faces. Grandma stared fixedly at Shopia's mother, a thousand questions that came to mind needing answers.

"Do you often get this kind of treatment?" The question posed by Grandma disperse the daydreams of Ayunda.

"It's never been like this, but it's different now. Maybe because Shopia felt there was support behind her" Ayunda said, recalling a time when Shopia was silent and never spoke.

Grandma sighed, shaking her head slowly.

"No! You're wrong, all because Shopia feels it's time to fight back and stop standing still when bullied. Shopia wasn't actually weak, she just wasn't confident to do that."

Ayunda stunned, brazing the gaze on the mother who just said. He looked down, breathing. Come to think that perhaps what the old lady said before was true.

"What we need to do now is, fully support Shopia in order for her confidence to grow back. You as his mother play a very important role in that," said Grandma staring fixed princess only wayangnya who lowered her head.

Ayunda again exhaled the air, raising her face in gaze with an old bead in front of her.

"Mother's right." He smiled, nodding surely to Shopia's success against her weakness. They both have to be a force for Shopia, a boost for her to regain her confidence.

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A few days after the incident, news about the arrival of the owner of the foundation was spread to all campus residents. There are many talented students gathered to make a festive welcoming event in time.

Including Alisa, each of them is training for the big event. This is the first time that foundation owners have come directly to campus because they usually only send messengers. No one was left behind to enliven the event, except Shopia.

Students who are ostracized, not famous, and not glimpsed at all by most residents of the place. However, the news that reached Shopia's ears, did not necessarily make her angry. He looks ordinary, and continues to practice losing weight.

"You okay?" the grandmother asked worriedly, because the news was also heard by him.

"It's okay, Grandma. I'm used to it. I'm not interested in participating in such an event anyway" Shopia replied as she wiped the sweat off her face.

He had just been allowed to rest to just wet his throat before returning to continue the exercise. At first Shopia complained, but the longer she got used to it and couldn't stop.

"Have there been a change?" ask Grandma to coach Shopia.

"Not significant, Madam," he replied as he glanced at Shopia who was several times found to be breaking restrictions.

The girl grimaced, grimaced and bailed away leaving them. The glances of his coach's eyes were so sharp and unsightly. He shuddered in horror, continuing to walk towards the first floor.

"What's wrong?" reprimand the mother who was preparing lunch with the house assistants when Shopia arrived in the kitchen.

"There's nothing, Mom." Shopia's eyes nudged at the same menu every day that Ayunda had prepared for her.

"Mom, don't keep going like this once in a while. I'm bored," he lamented while pointing at a variety of vegetables that are only boiled.

Ayunda smiled, patting the child on the shoulder. Actually, he didn't have the heart either. However, it must be how else, for the sake of Shopia achieving his goal he must do all that Grandma and Shopia's coach have ordered.

"Remember your purpose, baby. It's time to stay a little while, don't complain. I'm sure you'll succeed" said the mother, giving her support.

Shopia snorted, but was also reluctant to issue a protest. He had a purpose why he wanted to do all that.