Last Trust
Chapter 6

" Mom, where's my Almameter? " Sheep the child of Siska's mother I heard quite loudly, his tone was like a spoiled child. I moved my eyeballs looking up, while eating this delicious bread. I feel like I want to go and go again. Miss Siska seems to be very good at making cakes, if only I could enjoy this cake every day.

" A little while" said Siska's mother, leaving me, swinging her legs up the stairs, towards the room on the second floor.

" Mom just ironed it out, wait a minute, I'll get it! " The sound was bouncing, so it was also heard by me from the lower floor where I was sitting.

I became curious as to what the character of Siska's mother's child was, whether she was really a badboy, then why her voice sounded spoiled whining, when talking to her mother.That thought flashed, and as soon as I felt amused, until my lips pulled to the side, I chuckled softly, imagining how he looked.

I sipped her warm tea, when the bread in my mouth was gone. The beginning of a pleasant day, my stomach was full, my heart became carefree, and my spirit grew to do my activities all day. And "Uhuk" I choked, when I realized that someone was looking at me right in front of me. Since when did he stand in front of me?. Oh God, it turns out I was unconscious with time, because it lingered long enjoying the taste of this cake.

Instantly the tea water in my mouth that I had just drank, splashed out, hitting my mouth and also my hijab, a little. I put the glass with my heart on the table, the tea water is still hot enough, I don't want to spill and then hit my hand.

I looked back up, to the man's face, at a glance I was stunned, it turned out that Siska's daughter was quite handsome, but her shoulder-length hair, unraveled, giving the impression that she was indeed a badboy. and also the appearance of this man .. Messy, I grimace in the heart, when observing his appearance.The yellow diameter was only he sipped over his right shoulder, what a blurred appearance. But, why does it feel like I am no stranger to seeing this face, or maybe I have seen it before?.

" Why come here, hurry home and never come here again! " then the man said rudely and kicked me out. I was wide-eyed for a moment, shocked by his arrogant and rude attitude.

" Lutfi, what are you doing! " Shouted Miss Siska as she went down the stairs, the woman looked angry but also embarrassed.

" Be polite with the guests coming! " , continued Ms. Siska, the light scolded her son in front of my eyes. My eyes did not stop watching their quarrels. Siska's son turned his head and turned half his body to the side, facing Siska's mother who was now among us, standing beside her Son. Siska's face was angry.

" I've said many times, ma'am, I won't want you to set up, let alone bring people to change me, who he is, God" the boy replied fiercely, and it offended me to hear his words.

I was surprised by his blunt attitude of not appreciating the feelings of others, what a brash child. Had he no conscience, my heart growled in anger.

" Lutfi!! " cried Miss Siska loudly mixed with emotion. Siska's mother clenched her hands, her chest rising and falling, holding back her emotions so as not to throw her punch at her own child.

The incident before my eyes, has managed to drag me, spur my emotions, I gaped, this child is very outrageous.

The atmosphere of silence is quite long, tension occurs, Miss Siska and her child are equally emotional. But both can still control their emotions, so there is no violence. I, who was watching firsthand, also felt emotions and felt as if we were in a layer of hot air.

" Aa'aaahhhh" A frustrated tone was thrown from the mouth of the brash child, after the silence lasted about ten minutes. Good, he chose to give up, the atmosphere became a little more melted. With long steps, the boy stepped out.

Ms. Siska and I alike let out a long sigh almost simultaneously, as if they had just been freed from harm.

" Sit up son", then Miss Siska told me to sit back down. Shortly after I sat down, Miss Siska sat back down. I almost fainted with the incident just now.

" It's my son's mother's son, his name is lutfi, his character is loud and also rough. Hhhh.. it feels like the mother is tired with him,.. mother wants him to change,. become a beautiful boy, ..who can later pray for his mother and also his late father. "

Siska's mother spoke with glassy eyes, the woman looked sad and helpless. I could not bear to see him at this moment, as soon as I felt concerned, feeling how Siska was feeling at this moment.

" Patience yes ma'am", I said later, holding the right palm of Siska's hand and holding it, I mean that Siska's mother remained strong and steadfast.

" That's what always bothered the mind of his late father, even when he was sick he never stopped thinking about our son, he continued to blame himself, he continued to blame himself, if he could not educate our only child.hiks... "continued Ms. Siska, her speech shook, also accompanied by a teardrop. It took me late in a sad atmosphere, so I could not bear to go to him where he sat, then stroked his back while calming him.I wanted to feel like I was crying, too, if only my eyes had not noticed the presence of a clock attached to the wall 7 am, it would have shown.

I swung my feet a little quickly when I entered the gate of my house, and yes, sure enough, I saw my mother was already anxiously waiting for me, while sitting on the front porch.

" Hyla." she cried, but it did not seem like she was angry.

"...Where have you been, son, why so long, did something happen on the street? " ask mom so worried. I smiled in response, felt guilty for sure, hugged him and explained why I had been home long enough.

" I stopped by my friend's house, and there I was on a delicious cake, so I finished the cake before going home" I said, which made my mother take a look at my hands, slow down.

" Athaghfirullah, you are, you have made me worry, next time do not be like that again, yes! "

" Yes ma'am.hehehe." I chuckled.

" Yes, take a shower, you'll be late for college! "

I obeyed my mother's orders and also gave her the items in the message, took a shower and packed up to go to college.

Time passed so fast, at 9, I came out of the house to go to campus. The long journey took time, I arrived at the campus at 11 pm, yes.The distance of my house to my campus is quite far, and I took by riding a motorcycle, which I named " the duck".

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Today the sky was cloudy, when I came out of class because I had finished studying for 3 hours. I took my drinking bottle, then sipped water to wet my throat, 3 hours of lessons, and was not allowed to eat and drink, making me thirsty.

Then I closed the bottle again, and I held it while walking towards the parking lot. The incident before my eyes, suddenly made me stop swinging steps, watching the incident with a tense face, "Astaghfirullah," I screeched, in shock, and immediately ran over to my friend whose motorcycle collapsed, because it was hit from behind.

" You're okay, right? " i asked anxiously, worrying if my friend got hurt by the bad boy's actions. My friend shook his head, but it seemed like he was enduring the pain.

" are you really okay? " i continued, still doubt if my friend is really not hurt.

" Oh my God, your legs are scratched deep enough, really don't hurt? " i continued, after finding my friend's calf on the right scratched and bleeding. My friend is now grimacing, perhaps enduring the pain that is beginning to creep.

" It's okay, anyways I don't want to deal with. ", ah..Free, as if my friend's confession was like the wind and then in my ear, I was carried away with the emotion of reprimanding the brat, I got up and stood up, then chased after the brat with a little run, I was running, fortunately, many motorcycles in this parking lot that are moving want to get out of the parking area, making the road a little jammed.

" Hyla.. hyla." I heard my friend yelling hard enough to call me, but I didn't care for a while, because my current goal is only one, want to teach him a lesson.

" Hey you. stop! " i shouted loudly, to make my college kids look at us, and their faces became tense. The boy was still unwilling to stop, with all his might I threw my bottle at him, and yes. The boy turned his head and I gaped for a moment, it turned out that the child I was going to give my raw bogem was Lutfi.

" Crupped" my body cursed to myself.

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