
...***...
“Vin ..” Erika grasps Vincent's hand gently. “Try the same story Mama, why so this? Doesn't Mama see you every night doing chores?”
Vincent just looked down embarrassed.
“Cause of thinking Viani yes?”
Vincent lifted his head, staring at the gentle face of the Mother. The woman did not say much, she just smiled and did not get angry at her eldest son who looked handsome and more like him.
“First love makes us hard to move on, baby. But if you are like this, you yourself are the loser. Viani is not necessarily thinking of you.”
“Yang yesterday was wrong Vincent, Ma.”
“Mama know .. Alleviate your guilt huh? If Viani also loves you, she should be able to forgive you and know that what you are doing is not just because you are a player ... Love is understanding and forgiving, Honey.”
Vincent lowered. “Sorry Vincent yes, Ma. Please don't tell Papa.”
“Mama knows .. Yes already, Mama walk first. Go to bakery. You studied hard!”
...***...
“Cumpulin now, woi!” shouted Rizki, the class leader who is famous for being fierce and fat-haired.
Her friends gather all the tasks one by one on her who now stands tall in front with a pretentious expression - with a buttoned collar, a neat tie, and a, a red and white coat of arms on his chest and the emblem of Paskibra on his arm.
Viani followed by collecting her Biology assignment and immediately returned to her seat. He followed the lesson as usual and shone back with confidence, answering every question the teacher threw at him.
But something is strange. The words ‘sok smart’ no longer spewed Rianti on him, when he answered their teacher's question. The girl looked ordinary, indifferent to Vini and even seemed indifferent.
Even when the break lasts. The whispers of those students signified that there was one big thing going on in their generation. The question is: what gossip?
“Har, what happened?” asked Viani who was eating her breakfast in front of Harry.
The man shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what had happened. “I told you about gossip, Vi.”
For a moment, their breakfast was so quiet and peaceful. But this is too peaceful. Until someone comes to cut off their activities.
“Viani, you were called to the principal's room!” call Rizki to him.
“Why? What business?”
“Gue don't know. For sure, Nadia is there too.” Rizki passed away after making sure Viani stood up from her seat.
“What's the matter son,” complained Harry. The man left his breakfast to take Viani to the front door of the principal's room. “You don't pa-pa if I leave?”
At that puff of tired breath, Viani nodded and left Harry outside.
As soon as Viani entered, the first sight she saw was Nadia who was sitting on a chair beside a large man. Viani guessed that he was Nadia's parents.
“Viani has arrived ... Login, Vi .. here!”
Whoa, there is a wind what the headmaster suddenly spoke to him so kindly when telling him to come in?? So when he invited Viani to sit down, he was like a buffalo that was plucked in his nose that allowed a princess to occupy his throne.
The headmaster began to explain his intention to call Viani about the bullying done by Nadia and her friends.
Nadia's father apologizes directly to Viani before telling slash to force her son to do the same. “Do, Nadia!”
Nadia looked down embarrassed, she stood tremblingly close to Viani. “Gue .. sorry Vi ... top ... bad behavior I to elo ..”
“NADIA!” the father beside him snapped at the child in a half-screaming tone.
Nadia's cry instantly dripped down profusely. “Gue promises never to bother you again, Vi. And I beg you, say the same bokap lo, do not pull the shares from my bokap hospital. Please! Don't pull elo stocks either.. Please really, I beg you ..” said the girl begged desperately on Viani.
...***...
Harry and Viani were enjoying Sour Sally's yogurt before they got into the movies. At that time they were talking about what happened in school and which became a hot issue lately. Viani also told him about the thing that happened last afternoon.
Harry blinked his eyes in disbelief at what he was hearing. Viani and her family have a stake in Nadia's father's hospital? Well, Viani should have had a much bigger influence from the start than the jamet gang.
“Keep, our principal why is suddenly good with you?”
“I just found out that Papaku is the biggest donor in our school,” said Viani who had actually lost interest when talking about the principal.
Had he been asked to lick his father's ass, he would have done so long as the money they received was always beyond the threshold of reasonableness.
“I was shocked by it,” comments Harry.
“Moreover I'm the one home and the days of my Papaku.. By the way, I'll stop being cold with Hana.”
“So she's out of the jamet gang?”
“It looks like that ... it turns out he was the one who chep to Papaku.”
“Lah ..” Harry was even more shocked to hear it until his yogurt spoon almost slipped from his hand.
“You were shocked, especially me .. Hana really apologized to me. My Papa Pantesan jutek from yesterday like grandma again PMS. But doi did not say if it turns out the problem is this.”
“Perhaps so that you do not feel ashamed times, Vi .. so that you are not labeled a ngadu and papi child."
A spoonful of yogurt goes into Viani's mouth, "It could be ..."
"Anyway, you've surprised me, haven't you? Now it's my turn ..”
Viani squinted her eyes at Harry suspiciously, “What's wrong?”
“That has been your PR all along Vincent, Vi ..”
“Ooh ..”
Viani's look was ordinary, expressionless flat. Harry failed to surprise Viani.
“Vi, how about a plywood face anyway? Not surprised?”
“I was suspicious earlier .. but did not have time to know who the writing was. And I saw that he was punished for not being allowed to go to class because he didn't take Biology this morning. While my biological task is there, but different writing. And I know it's not your writing.”
Harry's yogurt cup had been eaten by the man. He chuckled when he heard Vincent's absurd behavior. “He sure likes you very much, Vi ..”
“Ck! Don't be nebak!” Viani clucked in annoyance.
“That's a suicide mission, don't be trivial! More than three times he was punished for changing his name on a task he was tired of making use of your name."
Viani put down her unfinished yogurt cup. “We don't have to talk about Vincent.”
“I know if you also like Vincent, Vi ..”
Viani quickly dismissed the accusations. “Narang!”
“You are always CPCP* the same Vincent loh! I'm a guy, Vi. I know what that view means. My advice, do not shut your heart. Give him a second chance, try to explain him.
Try behind if you do wrong and no one wants to give you a chance, how to try? If you love me, you can forgive me. If you love, the sense of understanding you is much greater than your anger.”
“Don't talk here like I'm the bad one here, Har! What the hell are you doing?"
“I didn't mean that. I say this to your country as a friend, rather than you later regret.”
Viani looked sharply at the random point of whatever she saw, unwilling to make eye contact with Harry who had upset her. “You must be better off with Hana, right? But didn't tell me?”
The corner of Harry's lips was drawn to Viani's guess.
For a moment Viani's heart was slightly pinched. He thought Harry was putting his taste on him and he almost fell in love. But in fact until now Viani still considers Harry a friend, although sometimes once in a while, the man's sweet attitude makes Viani touched.
“Nonton yuk. It's time ..”
They walked to the cinema, bought pop corn and drinks before waiting in line to enter the studio. Viani walked ahead of Harry to the chair.
Arriving at the D row, he immediately looked for their seats. His ass was perfectly stuck in seat number 7. Viani placed her drink in a glass socket on the chair, placed her tote bag on her lap while feeling the light of the cinema darken and the sound of Dol*by stomping in everyone's eardrums, including her.
The man who followed her sat sweetly on seat number 8. All went well until his nose caught the smell of the hotdog.
"Don't you buy that hotdog?" muttered.
He looked at the chair, at the place where he should have seen Harry.
He was replaced by Vincent.
...****************...
*CPCP: steal a look for attention
How's it? Dimaafin not this Vincent??