Healing
119. Guardian Disciple

" I'm sorry madam, we've been waiting here five minutes, is madam going to stay in the car?".

The driver's voice roused me from the daydream. Honestly, I felt nervous to go out and join the other guardians. From the conversations I managed to hear at a glance from people passing by, they talked about work, and also talked about their children.

All this time I have never been in a group of guardians, there is no one I know. If I go down and come in, maybe I'll look like a stray cross. No friends or acquaintances.

" Later sir, there is still 10 minutes until 10 o'clock exactly, later if less than 5 minutes I just come out" I replied to the driver.

After I thought I should attend the invitation, pity Shaka if no guardian comes. Moreover, I have received an invitation from Shaka directly. But I'm gonna get out of the car when the show starts. In order to get there, everyone was sitting neatly in each one, so I did not look like a stray.

And as planned, I got out of the car at 10 or less five minutes, I walked to the Hall where the student guardian meeting was held. The hall building is visible from the front of the school. That's why I can find him so quickly.

I went inside after filling out the attendance list. And choose to sit in an empty chair in the back row so as not to be flashy and the center of attention.

If only I used to go to school again and at least graduated High School, maybe I would not feel as inferior as I gathered with other guardians. I even graduated from Junior High because I was after package B. It makes me feel like a minority here.

The parents and guardians of the other students were well-groomed, and showing a high sense of confidence, they seemed to be highly educated people from the upper middle class.

It used to be Shaka's guardian to replace Mama when Shaka was still in SD I did not feel this seminder, because the other guardians look ordinary and mostly come with motor vehicles, or even riding angkot.

After Shaka Junior High, everything was different, he went to a good high school for a big fee. It is only appropriate if the school here rich people.

But I think again, if Yoga was also a school here, why he was interested in me who was in regular Junior High School, is not sure his friends at this school are much more beautiful and attractive, because they are supported by the wealth of his parents.

Instantly I felt lucky to have been loved by Yoga from long ago to this day. But one more question came to my mind, had we not been in a forbidden relationship, and I not been pregnant with her son Yoga, could Yoga still love me?. I don't know....

The guardianship meeting began, there were several teachers and also the principal who took turns talking in front, I listened carefully about the tour study plan of 8th grade students.

Unmitigated, the three choices given are all at a fantastic cost. The closest choice for a vacation to the island of Bali with several tourist destinations, two other options are to the land of sakura with the destination of Disney land and universal studio. One more option to Korea with several tourist destinations is also one of them to the Namsan tower, surely for lovers of K-Pop or drakor will strongly agree to travel there.

I follow Shaka's advice to attend meetings, sit down, and listen enough, not to comment or ask questions like other student guardians.

Because upon entering the deliberation session, so many are asking questions and commenting. So like this meeting of the guardians of students from among the rich and educated people, many speak up in this forum.

Only a few people choose to be quiet like me. That means I belong to the minority.

And while the others were in a rush to raise their opinions, someone poked my arm, "I'm sorry Miss, are you the student guardian here too?, you seem to be very young, like you're very young, and I've never seen your photo on the student guardians' profiles?", asked the mothers sitting next to me.

" Yes, I didn't get into the guardianship group, because my husband's assistant number was included, and he rarely commented" I explained.

The mothers looked at me sharply, as if they were stripping me naked.

" Oh... I deserve to have just seen miss, 8th grade what is her child?, maybe my daughter's class?", asked the mother again.

I didn't have time to ask what Shaka was in 8th grade, so confused what to answer. It would seem strange if Shaka's guardian didn't know which class he was in.

Immediately I sent a message to Shaka asking him what class 8 is, so I can answer the questions of the mothers. But unfortunately tick one, unread, it's possible that Shaka was taking lessons in class, so he didn't read my message.

Since I didn't answer my mother's question about what 8th grade Shaka was, she whispered to the person sitting in front of her in a voice I could still hear.

" Maybe the lady is the new wife of one of the student guardians here, today there are more young girls married with rich om-om, too, instead of the same marriage that is young but poor and lives hard, now realistically, money makes a long distance of age is not a problem".

It would be better if they did not know me and did not remember me after today's meeting, hopefully this is our first and last meeting.

At 12 hours the meeting was completed with the results of the study tour to Bali, due to the effects of the pandemic that has not ended. For the sake of mutual safety, after a pretty tough debate from many guardians and teachers, finally the decision was taken.

I came out the earliest from the hall building, because my seat was at the very back, and the exit was behind me.

" Kak Raya!", exclaimed Shaka, while running slowly towards me as I exited the hall.

" How come you're not in class?, what's the time to rest?", I asked while removing my phone because there was a call coming from Yoga.

" Other break, out of prayer, this is going to the canteen nyari snack. Thank you, sister, already want to be present at the student guardian meeting today, sorry when you send a message, HP is in the bag, because again the lesson".

I nodded at Shaka's apologies and thanks, and came face to eye with the two mothers sitting next to me and talking about me earlier. They both passed you and whispered back. They must be talking about me again, because they are talking while glancing at me.

" Where if you're going to the cafeteria, this is your father's call".

Shaka nodded and rejoined his friends towards the canteen. Thank goodness Shaka had a lot of friends at school. She's a transfer student, so I'm afraid Shaka doesn't have any friends, but it's been a while since Shaka moved here, over a year ago, and Shaka is also a humble and sociable kid, it is only appropriate that his friends are many.

I picked up the phone from Yoga, "Why Ga?, I just finished the student guardian meeting, this just came out of the hall", I asked by phone.

" Yes, the hunt came out, I was in front, just nyampe, was asking to Haidar to come down here, I'm in front of the gate ya".

I hung up the phone from Yoga and looked for her presence in front of the gate.

I found him, he waved to me, I returned the wave of his hand. But when I was about to approach Yoga, the two mothers stopped my steps.

" I'm sorry, can I talk to you for a second?".

I looked at the two mothers in turn, then nodded, "Why?", I asked.

" So that's Miss' sister huh?, we've been mistaken for miss, please forgive us", the mothers said solemnly. I just nodded because I was in a hurry to go home, Yoga had just arrived from out of town, and was waiting for me outside, she must be tired.

" Yes, papa, I'm not easily offended, just relax, but sorry my husband is waiting outside so I'm in a hurry", I said as I left the two mothers and walked towards where Yoga stood.

I know the two mothers were still watching me, maybe they were wondering what my husband was like, after they casually guessed my husband om-om rich. They will certainly be shocked when they see Yoga who is young and very handsome.

Yoga gave a big smile as I was close to her, she spread her arms wide to embrace me. I, who missed him so much, went straight into his arms. We are like ABG who again kasmaran, do not see the situation and conditions, play hugs in crowded places, let alone this in front of the school gate. There were a lot of students coming out of the school looking at us. Yoga does not matter.

Yoga kissed my forehead and opened the car door for me, "Come in, go straight to the house, or stop by to eat outside?", asked Yoga after we both sat next to each other in the car.

" Just go home, but stop by to buy young mangoes yes.I want to eat a lot of hot again this way, make a rujak definitely fit" I said.

" Pak Surya knows where the young mango sells?", Yoga immediately asked the driver.

" In front of SMA 1 there is usually, the interpreter has a sambelnya as well, let father inter, we pass there Mr", said the driver.

Sure enough, there are ranchers with various kinds of fruit, but I just want young mangoes, and Yoga immediately bought all the young mangoes in the rancher. Yoga is overrated, but I like it.