Nackal Duda
Do You Have any Friends?

I let Tari cry on my breast. His body felt so small when I hugged.

I patted her on the back gently and tried to comfort her feelings.

"Before, I thought seeing Tara her life was a mess and her household with Damar ran aground was my wish, it turns out that when it all happened I even thought of you at home. I'm not home yet, you're definitely waiting. Then I went home, didn't know why,"

"Maybe I'm afraid that if I'm tempted by Tara, our household could fall apart. What will your fate be? If you meet and threatened again with your stepfather how? Anyway, I had a lot of thoughts until I didn't see a cat passing by, my reflexes slammed the steering wheel and hit a tree. Thank God I have nothing."

Dance hugged me tighter. "Thank you Om. Om already love the same Dance, all this time only Mom and Dad love the same Dance. Happy dance Om dear same dance."

The darling?

So what I feel is no longer caring but affection?

Am I making progress now?

From the beginning indifferent, caring, dear what is next... love?

I remembered my intention to ask about his personal life more deeply.

"You said the only thing you love is me, your mom and dad. What about your friends? Isn't that girl his best friend?" much

Dance no longer hugged me. He leaned his head against my arm and stared at the clean white ceiling of the hospital room.

"Teman Tari is only the owner of soto stalls and the owner of seafood stalls. Oh yes, the neighbor who asked to wash his clothes the same Dance also in the category of friends deh." He counted the number of his friends with his fingers.

"Not friends I mean. Your schoolmates!"

Dance lowered her head and linked her hands together. "Dance doesn't have it, Om."

"What true? How can?" I just can't believe it. "Tales dong same me. I'd like to know more about your other life not about your stressed stepfather."

Smiling dance. "Yes, I'm stressed hihihi."

Dance looked back at the hospital ceiling. His gaze seemed to be opening an old wound that he had buried tightly.

"It all started when I was in elementary school. I went to school where Mom taught. There I was in class with a rich, smart kid. We're competing to be number one in the class,"

"I used to spend a lot of time, so I learned a lot. That's why I beat my friend. Unfortunately, the envy and habit of being spoiled by his parents made him not accept and spread rumors that I was smart because it was helped by my mother who was a teacher. One by one my friends were incited to hate me."

"You're not fighting?" my many.

"Where is there any justice for a little guy like me? I entered the BP room because he complained to his rich father that I was cheating on his exam answers. Be the law and have to repeat the exam at school again" he replied with a bitter smile.

"You said your mother dong!" my protest.

"Mom's had a lot of thoughts, Om. Mother was also bullied by my family because she also did not have children after adopting me. They think I was adopted as a lure so that Mother immediately had children, in fact Mother was not also pregnant and lived depressed. Just like Tara. I'm reminded of Mom when I see that Tara's mother is depressed because she can't get pregnant."

Oh God this child, already know that Tara is a rival eh even care about the suffering of Tara. It's good to be human.

"Then you've got your own problems? Until when?" I asked about her school life.

"I think after graduating from Elementary School and entering Junior High all my problems will be finished, in fact not. I'm one more Junior High with my friend. Favorite Junior High School where many smart students there. She's so popular because she's beautiful, I'm this simple how to fight her. Again he spread rumors about me that I have people in it so I always get good grades. I choose not to have friends then. Not all the friends I have, neither have anyone defended me,"

"From then on I was alone. No friends and even if there is a group task I finish by myself. Whoever's in my group will be good because the job is done."

"You must have been afraid then?" I stroked her hair which was now dry. "You're still too small to receive such treatment."

"It's normal, Om. That's why I'm a closed person. Until I graduate High School I'd rather be alone. No friends and fun with the books I read to add knowledge."

"You're one more High School with your 'friend?"

Dance shook her head. "He didn't go to the High School where I was. I only went to regular High School because I had to take care of Dad who was getting sick. Same with Mom. Dad died and Mom started to feel sad. Mother was cheerful when Father approached her. I don't want Dad but what can I do? I've fallen in love."

"Oh, so proud! If Om is famous as a Qur'an memorizer who has a lot of cool new showroom business!" his reply.

"I'm being baled again! You dare, huh?" I tickled him to his foresight.

"Udah, Om. Forgiver. Ih Om I'm pretending to be sick! From earlier the power is like a healthy and fresh fit!"

"Don't you see that my head has scars? Anyway get home you have to take care of me!"

"Yes... Da... Nursing dance with all your soul and body."

"It can really change it now. You buy food there! You will be hungry. All buy me a snack. Here despite the VVIP class for me to cook your cooking!"

Dance smiled, "Let's Om go home, will dance masakkin more delicious."

"Promise?"

"In sha Allah."

****

"Aren't you going to the course?" ask me the next day.

"Who will take care of you?" ask back to Dance.

"Oh, don't think of me! You just take courses to add pinter. But inget yes, he had to go home directly here and do not ride in another guy's car!"

Dance smiled and walked up to me. He kissed my cheek lovingly. "Om very jealous of the man?"

"Jealous? No! I'm the one relaxing on the beach!" elakku.

"Then anyway? Though Dance likes loh loh loh loh Om jealousy kayak gini. More to feel that Om is very fond of the same Dance."

"Are you jealous if I'm nagging Tara!" my reply.

"Yes that's because Dance is very dear to the same Om. Dance go to the course first! Later if the food course can be brought Dance, will Dance bring deh."

"Kiss first!" my door with spoiled.

"So it's already."

"It's on the cheek. Not here yet!" I pointed at my lips.

"Then if anyone comes, Om!" dance Protest.

"Lock the door!" my orders.

Dance also according. He locked my bedroom door and kissed my lips, I kissed him back.

A short kiss did not satisfy me. Just as Dance let go of her kiss I snatched her back. I kissed her with passion. Every time I get close to him why do I always want more?

"Om.." protested as I kissed her neck with my hand on her axe.

"I want it! Let's make that version in the hospital!" take me.

"When caught? Yesterday was in the bathroom!" his protest.

"That's different. Now I want you!" I pulled Tari into the bed and started fishing. This smart kid started doing his job. Wow the sensation this time is more thrilling. It feels more different.

****