
"Sheila..."
The summoned one turned his head with the most beautiful smile he had. A middle-aged woman walked up to him with slow and quiet steps.
"Kids, can you leave me with Sheila for a minute?" Said the woman to several other girls who were tidying up their beds.
Sheila put down her backpack. He sat next to the woman with all his respect.
"How's your school doing?"
"Two or three weeks, the school's closed, ma'am." Sheila replied slowly. "Or maybe, it could have been faster. I don't know."
"Every night, Mother, father, and donors have decided that they will transfer you to SMA Negeri 99 Jakarta."
"But, Mom-I want a course. I don't want to trouble mom and the others more."
The woman grabbed Sheila's hand. "Sheila, of all the orphanage kids here, you're the only one I can count on. And I'll do everything I can, so you can graduate to university."
Sheila bowed. He is not unwilling to be proposed by the mother of the home. It's just that he feels bad about his other friends. He was afraid that his other friends would be envious of him.
"If you've finished everything, tell Mom. So that we can go straight to the country's High School."
Sheila just nodded. Mind raging. Being able to go to vocational school, is because he just wants to be able to get a job easily.
But it turns out, the school will be closed for good, in the near future.
"Sheila.."
Sheila held her head up. He saw that all his friends were already crowded nearby.
"You don't have to think about us." Said a girl with her pink hijab.
"Yes, Sheila. Provided, if you're successful later, don't forget we're here.."Other kids' timpal.
"You can be successful, Sheila. All of us here will always pray and support you. Are you really friends?"
"Yes, Sheila."
Unknowingly Sheila's tears began to fall rolling. "Friends..."
Wuzzz...
The cold wind blew quite hard. Slam the doors and windows in the room.
"Friends..." Sheila said softly. His face turned pale instantly, as he looked at all his friends who had turned silent like statues. "You guys why...?"
"They're okay, Sheila.."
"How are you, my grandson?"
"Grandma---- who?" Sheila gulped. He was a bit anxious and scared of the old grandmother.
Www...!!
Sheila's eyeballs move on the two Persian cats who are now jumping on her mattress.
The furry and beautiful cats, immediately sat down casually. Staring at Sheila with her sparkling bluish eyeballs.
"Sheila..." The old grandmother grabbed Sheila's hand. Hold it tight. "Actually it is, much more fragile than the old twig that has fallen to the ground. Once you or your friends hurt her, you'll never see her again.."
Sheila's eyes widened. Now he saw an event that had never happened in his life.
"It looks like this is our last meeting..."
"grandmother..."
The old grandmother tapped her wand twice on the floor. Then he looked up with his shady smile.
"Look at him as best you can. And tell the others that there will be no more meetings after..."
"Grandmother, wait...!"
The grandmother kept walking away with the two cats.
"Grandmother...!!"
"Goodbye, Sheila. May you enjoy your wonderful and joyful days.."
Sheila only blinked once. But the old grandmother had already disappeared completely from his sight.
"So anybody feel weird, right? How did the air get so cold?"
"Yes, same. I'm also."
"Sheila, do you feel it too?"
"Sheila..?"
"Sheila you why...?!"
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