My Daughter Your Child
my daughter is not my son

Quinsa realized that he was stunned by the music that Dilan played.

Slowly Quinsa retreated from the front row. Quinsa turned around and walked out of the art room. Arjuna noticed Quinsa's behavior from earlier.

Dilan looking for the figure of the girl he likes, “Where is she going? Was it here?”

Quinsa's face reddened, “Iiii... why did I so pounding like this, but he was just a cocky guy, who I knew in the bus yesterday!” Quinsa stood outside bowed while stroking his own chest.

Suddenly Arjuna came, touching Quinsa's shoulder. “Hey...what are you doing here alone?” Arjuna asked who had been following Quinsa since.

Quinsa surprised, “Eh you! No, I just remembered that we have an English repetition today, let's quickly go back to class!” Quinsa replied, not wanting Arjuna to know what Quinsa was thinking just now.

Arjuna follows Quinsa from behind, while Dilan looks for Quinsa until he gets out of the art room. It's a pity that Dilan no longer sees Quinsa there.

Quinsa was very serious about reading his English book Matpel, although in fact Quinsa was still curious about the performance of the school band in the art room.

“Quin..! Quinsa.!” Call Arjuna.

Diana looked jealous, seeing their familiarity. “Na..! the Juna, the more familiar the day with the bad girl!” Salsa whispered to Diana.

“Arjuna is too kind, generous people like to help the poor, poor people who do not know themselves!” Diana replied deliberately raising her voice, insinuating Quinsa.

Taking a deep breath, Quinsa tried to patiently hear Diana and Salsa's rant.

Arjuna who had earlier called Quinsa's name, was not also replied by Quinsa. Finally Arjuna stood up and approached Quinsa's seat.

“Quin.from earlier called no see anyway! What's up, you're mad at me huh?” Arjuna said after seeing Quinsa's pouting face.

Quinsa lazily replied to Arjuna, because Diana and Salsa just kept watching and talking about it.

“Ngak..I'm not angry with you, I'm just another males chat aja, dah ya.I want to learn, soon to be a repeat of English!” Answer Quinsa.

Arjuna tries to understand Quinsa's cold attitude towards her. “OK, sorry I did. I just want to give you this!” Arjuna left Quinsa's notebook on his desk, the book that fell and was left in the art room earlier. Arjuna then turned around with a sad face.

Quinsa felt bad, why he was cold to Arjuna, but the nosiness and ridicule of Diana and Salsa was not Arjuna's fault.

“Why did I get upset with Arjuna earlier!” Quinsa said regretfully. “I have to apologize to him later!” Quinsa whispers in the heart.

Then the English Teacher, entering the class, they began a repetition.

After school, Quinsa sees Arjuna walking. Quinsa grabbed Arjuna's shoulder from behind.

“Hai friend..! Hehehe.we stopped by the yuuk art room! I'm training, will you?” Ask Quinsa to be nice to Arjuna. Slowly Arjuna stopped his steps.

“Who are you? I am your friend!” Arjuna replied cynically then lowered Quinsa's hand which was embracing his shoulder.

Quinsa was sad to hear Arjuna's words. “You're angry with me yaaa.?” Quinsa asked spoiled. Arjuna was silent, actually he just wanted to prank Quinsa.

“Juna..Arjuna..! Iiiihh.gitu aja angry, Sorry I deh.emind I was outrageous, his brother I sprained the same ridicule Diana and Salsa was in class!” Obviously Quinsa while pleading to pull _pull Arjuna's shirt.

When Arjuna wants to answer Quinsa and wants to explain that he is only pretending to be angry with Quinsa, Dilan comes to call Quinsa.

“Quinsa...Quinsa!” Shouted Dilan running towards Quinsa. “Quinsa..I heard you were in a singing competition huh? May I accompany your music later during the race?” Dilan asked. His breathing was so bad because of running.

Quinsa saw his face turn bright. Arjuna retreated slowly to see Quinsa, who was focused on looking at Dilan.

Slowly Arjuna turned around, walking alone leaving Quinsa who was engrossed in chatting with Dilan.

In her little hut, Quinsa is again faced with the fact that she cannot practice singing here.

Quinsa's voice is too good, making the envy of Mbah Sinam neighbors increasingly peaked. “Wong crazy! Screaming 'cause! Make my dizzy sirah wae!” Mbah Sinam.

Mr. Reng sighed, saddened by the response of the neighbors who did not like to hear Quinsa sing.

“What's wrong with my son? Just sing, it's not bad voice!” Grouse Pak Reng.

Quinsa did not care about the cynical talk of his neighbors, and continued to practice singing even though only capitalized on radio tape and small microphones.

In the afternoon, as usual, Quinsa was looking for something in a pile of garbage, which might still be recycled, then conjured by it, into a new object that could make money.

Quinsa came home with a sack full of used wrappers, from various types of food and drinks. “For what are all those used packs Nak?” Ask Mr. Reng.

Quinsa then issued an example of a beautiful object, which came from a wrapper of coffee.

Mr. Reng saw the beautiful bag that Quinsa showed, “wah his bag is very good Nak!”  Said Mr. Reng in response.

“Do you know what this beautiful bag material is made of?” Quinsa asked Mr. Peng to guess.

“Hmmm..what yes? I don't know Quin! What is it from?” Mr. Reng turned around asking.

Quinsa smiled, then showed me all the old wrappers he had collected from the Kulon TPA. “From this all Fathers!” Quinsa.

Mr. Reng was amazed to think, if used packaging like this, could be a good item worth using.

“Not playing! How can you have an idea like this Quin?” Ask Mr. Reng curious.

“From school Dad! In my school taught me how to recycle household waste, into items that can be used even worth selling.” Quinsa told his father.

Quinsa was convinced that this idea would bring money, which could help him to buy all his needs, for the singing competition later.

Quinsa overnight made a beautiful bag of used snack wrappers, in addition to waterproof, this bag is also brightly colored and much in search of students and housewives.

Mr. Reng watched from behind the curtain of Quinsa's room cover. In the heart of Mr. Reng felt proud of his daughter, though....

Mr. Reng lowered his head, and realized that Quinsa was not his real son.

Recollecting his story of the desperate exchange of his sick biological daughter for a healthy and beautiful baby son of a rich man.

Twelve years ago, in a large hospital, Mr. Reng planned to exchange his terminally ill daughter for a healthy baby who had just walked into the nursery that night.

Mr. Reng was forced to do so, because it had no cost for the treatment of his daughter who suffered from congenital disease, a rare disease that makes the baby difficult to breathe.

Mr. Reng thought that his daughter would survive and be able to live without worrying about expensive medical costs, if cared for by rich parents.

From outside the VVIP classroom inpatient room, Mr. Reng made sure that he would not make the wrong exchange for his daughter.

Sure enough the estimate of Mr. Reng, it turns out they are both married couples from among people who are wealthy. 

Mr. Reng did not hesitate to carry out his plans that night.

Eventually his daughter was successfully exchanged for a child from a conglomerate derivative.

Mr. Reng who at that time wore a coat and covered his face with a mask, carrying the baby son of a rich man who he now raised, named Quinsa.