
“Yeah, Bun. I knocked Fahrul down. So don't be surprised if tomorrow I get a call from school,” said Gathbiyya softly at the dinner table.
“Indeed why did you hit Fahrul?” eddy said he did not expect Gathbiyya's anger at Fahrul and Khairudin increasingly stirring beginning with Khairudin's words that Adit was only his errand boy Dinda in the office.
“He attacked me first Cake. Like Grandpa said, I can't fight first. Even though I am small and female, I also do not want to be harassed like that. He called me just with EH only. I don't want to see it because I have a name. Unless he doesn't know me yet. We have been in class for 7 months. There's no way he doesn't know my name,” Gathbiyya said in self-defense. Adit and Dinda were still silent, they only heard their daughter talking to her grandfather .
“What do you think of him Mbak?” ask Ghazanfar.
“He'll call me ah uh ah uh. I didn't look, and he was angry. I said I had a name and we had 7 months of first class, he said I was cocky and then he hit me. The first punch I snorted, but the second blow I received because I was preparing to receive.”
“I received his blow despite the pain, because from there I had a reason to reply to him,” reply Gathbiyya with a sneaky smile.
“Just I reply by taking his hand and I slam him,” explained Biyya.
“Astagfirullah,” said Adinda.
“If she's wretched how?”
“If he's wretched then risk him. Am I the one who thinks?” Gathbiyya. That's the talk of the kids. Indeed, he would not think that until Fahrul was wretched because of the dings and there are deep wounds on his head.
There's no way the kids would think that way.
Adit understood the point when he was called. He already knew about him in the field by his younger brother Fahrul Khairudin and has been replied by Biyya with a math problem.
At least Adit and Dinda already know first will be called because they believe Fahrul's parents did not accept his son slammed by Gathbiyya.
Today Adit came to fulfill the school call. It turns out that the one who came was Fahrul's mother and father.
“What is Mother referring to? Who can't educate who?” adit's reply is still polite. Adit does not want to be provoked by his emotions.
“Your son has already slammed my son!” said the mother again. The father was still silent while looking at Adit sharply as if he wanted to measure ‘strengan’ man across from his chair.
“You have asked what the problem is with your child?” ask Adit.
“My son I have asked to be called here to witness what happened at that time,” explained Adit.
“Freely your child is a witness here that he will only lie!” the mother said it was fiery.
“What is your child's version of the story like?” tanya Adit looked sharply at the face of Fahrul's father.
“My son said he was resting, then without any reason your child is angry with my son because my son does not want to ask your child to be given a snack.”
“That's your child's version. Okay we hear the version of my son,” said Adit who had prepared Biyya to be called and when that sweet little girl entered the room accompanied by miss Niken.
Biyya told me everything even she also told me about Khairudin who said his father was just a errand boy in his mother's office. Of course, his father Khairudin and Fahrul were shocked to hear the behavior of his two children.
“What age are you?” ask Fahrul's papa.
“I'm 8 years old and I'm in 5th grade. I have also registered for acceleration for the SD exam,” said Biyya proudly.
“My twin sister is 8 years old now in 3rd grade. One class with Khairudin. That's why I know Khairudin accused my father of being just a errand boy!”