Naomi: Why There Must Be Love Among Us!
Part 3: Letters.

Wednesday is gray. The atmosphere of the third classroom of Budhi Pekerti Elementary School was heard when silent-students entered the classroom without any noise at all, not as usual.

At one table, a virgin sat alone, a friend of the bench never showed a nose, even though the school bell had sounded. He also rolled his eyes into the drawer under the table, do not say nose, school bag alone does not exist. Someone from the outside entered the classroom. High-statured and graceful. Him, homeroom. Not long after there was a virgin who followed, calling. The homeroom teacher turned around. The virgin said one or two sentences while handing over a letter. The homeroom teacher received the letter. The virgin rushed past but did not forget to say thank you while bowing her head.

The homeroom teacher opened the envelope. The letter opened. Letters are read. The homeroom teacher seemed to nod his head. The letter was finished reading. The letter was folded back. Then tucked in a class attendance book.

At one table the bench next to him was empty the virgin looks like a person who guessed, while the bottom of his thin red pomegranate lips he pinched small. The letter may have been a letter from a friend of mine, he thought so, but why did the girl bring it, why not Shanty.

"Before we start our lesson, I'm going to tell you that one of our friends is sick, Ipet." The homeroom's eyeballs were fixed to an empty bench, to the only empty bench in the room. "So let's pray that he gets well soon and tomorrow he can go to school again. So, today it's whose turn it is to lead the morning prayer."

The disciples also simultaneously mentioned one name, except the virgin who seemed to already know the reason for the absence, the real reason. "Ipet, Mom..."

"Naomi please replace," the homeroom teacher said one name. A female student stood up. None other than my fellow students who were absent. Him, the virgin.

Naomi, name. At home, he's called, Omi. At school, she is sometimes called Nana, sometimes called Mimi. His full name, Naomiiii.....

But that particular fellow of mine had his own calling for him, Nom-nom, as soon as he was called.

In front of the class, Nom-nom speaks loudly, inviting."Let us unite in prayer.." Nom-nom closes his eyes and folds both his hands. And SD. Budhi Pekerti is a private Christian school, so the habits that exist in the school, everyday, will start the lesson with prayer, Christian prayer, and will end it. But even so, especially in that classroom, there were three students of different religions, one male and two female. Of course they pray their way, there is no compulsion.

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Hour before. In one room - a boy slept with a covered body and wore a thick jacket. From behind the blanket that covered the entire body there were teeth that were grinding, especially when a middle-aged man walked in, the teeth sounded more grinding.

"Where do you want treatment?" The heavy voice of the middle-aged man said as his hands moved to open the blanket that covered the child. Then one side of his hand he put it on the boy's forehead.

The middle-aged man frowned confusedly "Not hot."

The boy was shivering. "Cold is not a fever!"

The middle-aged man nodded. "Ohhh..."

Like the shock the boy nodded.

"Sister, please bring the freshly boiling water here!" The middle-aged man's voice was shrill, he asked someone in the kitchen, who was gulping down a glass of chocolate milk just brewed by the middle-aged man. "Make what!?" ask the voice in the kitchen.

"Make this one liar out!" The middle-aged man yelled furiously at the child who had fallen on the bed. Hearing this, the boy suddenly stood up, he rushed to the bathroom, terrified him. The middle-aged man shook his head in amusement.

Deceit doesn't work. With heavy steps he walked out of the house, had been in complete uniform of course. At the fork in the road he paused for a moment, he seemed to think hard, like a nuclear scientist. Until his eyes were fixed on a virgin who was seen walking with hurried steps. Eureka...!

"North... Tiara's..." He shouted to call. The summoned glanced. He waved his hand. The called approaching. "What's wrong?" Then ask.

Suddenly a piece of money a hundred rupiah bearded out of the pocket of his pants, the money rushed he handed it into the hands of the virgin. "What's this doing?" Ask the virgin, pretending to be confused, even though she already knows the purpose and purpose.

"Make snacks," the boy grinned. "There's definitely shrimp behind the bakwan, isn't it." The virgin accused of being amused. The boy came back to take something out of his pocket, if it was a pants pocket, once a shirt bag.

Again he handed it over to the virgin's hand. "Please give this letter to my homeroom teacher." Pinta the boy pleaded.

"Less!" The virgin snorted with open arms that she put in front. The boy was confused, he seemed to think, but not as hard as the beginning.

"Somehow if the job is successful I do, I will invite you to watch in the cinema. In the cinema again there is a good film. Jet Lee's latest." Again an idea flashed quickly to his little brain.

But when viewed from the face of the virgin, it seems the idea is not welcome, because he was anxious.

"That's what you want. How 'bout... Watch the latest Ateng and Iskak movies... It's called Ateng Pendekar Bizarre, how?" Said the virgin offering a different movie.

Immediately the boy nodded his head, the important thing is still to watch this, he thought. Long story short, they finally agreed. "Ntar, night." The virgin accused. The boy nodded.

The virgin hurried back to the right and walked back, once she was half running. The boy grinned cynically, it seemed like a mischievous idea was spreading on his shoulder.

Until the virgin turned around, with the index finger that was accused he also shouted threateningly. "If you lie again, I'll tell your father!"

The pale boy became. He also nodded weakly. The little girl ran back.

***

After the prayer was finished, one of the students, in front of the door of the third grade, as the students were getting ready to leave the classroom, there was the sound of someone reprimanding a virgin. "Naomi you are in a hurry, where are you going, you forget what if today we are serving as a room cleaner."

Naomi, the virgin, patted her eel.

The adjutant laughed as he handed a broomstick into Naomi's hand. Yes, this afternoon, Naomi and her three friends, consisting of two men and one woman, were in charge of cleaning the entire third-grade room.

Cleanliness pickets, as they term.

The task is rotated every day, not only at the time of returning home, but also at the time of entry. And today, Naomi and her three friends were part of the turn at school. Then inevitably, Naomi had to complete the task.

The task was completed in approximately forty-five minutes, ending with chairs pushed under the table.

Before the door was locked, Naomi hurriedly grabbed the backpack, not only at that moment she seemed to be in a hurry, even after, she ran home first, not as usual, he said, while running, he did not forget to say goodbye, while the backpack he leaned on the shoulder. "That's it when the stomach has been rumbling," complained a friend while patting his puffed stomach.

The other two just shakes funny. While one chimed with a ledge. "You're what he's rumbling about."

***

Naomi kept running in one direction, the direction she was not usually going, the direction she was going in led to the big market. This is not the way back home. So, if this is how to go where the real virgin?! He kept running and stopped running when he got to one of the grocery stores. There he turned left-right, like he was looking for something. Until someone scolds her while patting her shoulder. "Find the brother!?"

Naomi nodded. The one who was pointing in one direction. Naomi nodded back. Steadily, he walked in the direction he pointed to. Among the piles of rice sacks someone was seen again lying down while sticking his ear to a small radio, he was listening to a radio play, Tinular said, as the title of the radio play.

Naomi counted in her heart, right on the count of the third she acted, the one who was lying was shocked. And what was made was shocked.

Naomi stared with eyes that she intentionally raised. Which was made startled by suddenly bowing his head. "Tomorrow you will I report to the homeroom," Naomi threatened with a waist-rigging.

Threatened to scratch the head.

"You must have paid Tiara, right" Naomi stared in full search. The investigated one shook his head in fear. "Don't lie!" Grunts Naomi. The one who was being bullied suddenly said with a sigh of disdain. "I promise to go to the movies."

"Cock!? Oh, you're a rich man now!? It's been a lot of money, so!?" Naomi frowned fiercely.

"The reward from the comic bacain," which was blurted out. Naomi grunted ferociously. "Oh, yes you, you can read on as you please... You forgot what my message was yesterday, huh!"

"I do not ask, those who love" the bully said slightly raising his head.

"Return it" cried Naomi.

"WHAT!? You're it..." One voice came from behind Naomi. It was clear that the owner of the voice, with what his own ears had just heard, was astonished. "You've been here for three years, going to school, how can you go to class!?" The owner of the voice was confused. "Your father bribed you, didn't he!?"

Suddenly, a fist landed right in the face of the accuser. After Naomi's body, she pushed to the left. And not just once, the blow hit right into his nose is large, inevitably from the nostrils the blood spilled out.

Instead of stopping, the accused even sprang into the body of the accuser, until they also fell rolling. Naomi responded with a scream.

People are made to scatter. The accused was beating with a punch that hit the stomach.

***

Two and a half hours more huddled up in the market security office until someone came over. He was none other than the middle-aged man, father. Mr. went to the market security office after getting word from a worker at the market, a janitor. I found the boy after work hours.

While doing schoolwork, nearby Naomi faithfully accompanied. The boy asked her to go home. Naomi refused. Naomi Berasalan, felt responsible for the occurrence of these events.

"He's your guy?!" ask the security guard named Burhan, with a blind eye. Burhanuddin once the name was listed on the top right of his service shirt in blue white uniform. Burhan's superior is ordered to look after the boy.

Naomi sniffed in annoyance. "If not why wait, did not you look for it?!" ask the security officer.

Naomi grunts ruthlessly. "It's not your business!"

"By your chick, Bang." - Kikik Burhan shook his head amusedly. "So cruel!"

"It's not my girl" the boy complained.

"Many times your story!" Burhan accused geli. "It turns out playboy is also you're apparently yes."

"Playboy means!?" Naomi shrugged her shoulders. "This is a lot of girls. Maybe you're the one to..." Burhan counted with his finger. "Nine..."

"Who is it?!" Naomi curious.

"Si Vera, Donna, Priska, Magda, Lia, Evi, Rita..." Burhan. At the time of Rita's name is called no doubt the boy is not amused. Naomi is confused. "Set the Dessy, the Kiky, the Tiara." Burhan.

"That's ten already." Naomi Guidance.

"Well, that means you're the eleventh.." Burhan turned the accusation while giggling. "So you know!?" Naomi curious.

"He's a friend of my son Nanno's" Burhan said.

Naomi nodded. "Do you know Nanno?" ask Burhan. Naomi shakes. "Said Nanno, this brother was once kissed by Kiky. On his lips, Bang." said Burhan. Naomi snorted furiously.

"Who kissed you!?" Suddenly, a heavy voice sounded in the room.

The boy shriveled.

Naomi kinda covers.

Burhan scratching his head was a bit scared as well he. His body is twice as big as his body. "Bone" said Burhan, standing up and holding out his hand.

Father just nodded. "Why him?!" Ask him to pull up a chair nearby.

"Berantem is the son of Akong" Burhan said.

"Udah be your thug now?" Grunts Father glanced sharply. The silent boy did not say. All of a sudden, the father called out and slapped the table. "Java!"

The three men were terrified.

The boy hurriedly shook his head in fear especially when he saw the father rise to his feet while pulling the leather belt. "You were schooled not to be a delinquent," growled the father.

Burhan covered the corner.

The father wanted to land the belt on the boy's body, but Naomi moved faster, the boy's body in her arms. "I was wrong. All because of me." said Naomi grimaced fearfully.

"Who are you!?" asked, pulling back his hand. "My brother fought, if he wanted to whip, whip me." Naomi turned around to look at me.

"What did you do!?" ask Father.

"I..." Naomi glanced at the boy. "I told him he could read because I taught him."

"What's!? You mean!?" Mr. mendelik. "Keep this whole time..."

"At that time the teacher told Brother to read the story of poor Mr. Grasshopper, but you can not read." Naomi explained.

"What does Akong's son have to do?!" Ask me you look upset. "He heard my quarrel with my brother. Then he mocked Brother. The angry brother kept pounding the boy's nose" Naomi said.

"Why can you quarrel" asked the Father.

"Abang mentang already read, to his friends who can not read instead seem to withdraw money in every comic he finished reading. He said, the money made Tiara watch a movie. Because..."

No wind no rain Burhan interjected. "He's jealous, Bones."

I didn't respond to Burhan. The one Burhan Keki made. "Because what?" I was even curious about the interjection earlier.

"Because Tiara delivered the sick letter to the class." Naomi lowered her voice. "You mean, he..." You're accusing me of being upset. Naomi nodded. Once again he slapped the table. All three were shocked.

"Why are you truant" Hardik. But Naomi said it. "Because he doesn't believe in God."

This time Burhan and father were shocked.

"Say, he doesn't believe in God. He refused to lead the morning prayer. Today should be her turn to lead morning prayers in class" Naomi said.

"Can't you believe in God, Bang? Burhan asked confusedly. Again Naomi answered. "My father doesn't believe in God and why should I believe in God. That's what he said." Naomi.

Burhan glanced towards the middle-aged man.

"Say, my father did not want to go to church. That's proof my dad doesn't believe in God." Naomi retells." He said, I trust Porkas more."

Burhan was laughing. Porkas none other than SDSB aka Togel aka the tail code.

Father was silent. Hose then the father turned the body. With a step I walked outside the room. He left the three people in the room who were facing each other.

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