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Lazy Boy

After the event of performing arts in the framework of HUT School of One Nusa Satu Bangsa, today the students have returned to follow the learning activities as usual.

Some students and high school students came from different directions using different transportation. Some use motorcycles, some are escorted by their parents' private drivers, some bring their own four-wheeled vehicles. However, more people are using public transport.

Bagas circulated the view of finding Indhira in a classroom that was almost filled with students in the class. However, there is also no Indhira figure. His message since the morning he sent had not been responded by the woman.

" Ris, where's Indhira?" indhira asked Rissa, my friend Indhira.

" You're her boyfriend, why ask me?!" sahut Rissa ketus's.

" Jutek is so you!" cibir Bagas's.

" Who did Indhira escape yesterday?!" Questions that don't need answers are posed by Rissa.

" I should ask you, yesterday out of where until now Indhira has not come?" rissa asked back.

Bagas grinned. Of course he could not say what really happened after he brought Indhira home.

" He didn't tell you Ris? It's past seven o'clock, you know!" Bagas glanced at the circular watch on his left wrist. Indhira does not usually go to school without giving a message.

" Nothing, his HP is also inactive."

" Morning, Sir." It sounded like the children were greeting Mr. Didin who had just entered the classroom.

" Morning .." replied Mr. Didi walking towards his desk. " Ris, please share this sheet of paper, we have a mathematical repetition now." Mr. Didin told Rissa to hand out the paper he carried.

" Deuteronomy now, sir? No notice yet, sir?" One of the students I heard protesting an impromptu retort made by Mr. Didin.

" Yes, Sir. How, suddenly gini, anyway? We haven't learned." One other student chimed in.

" The things you give are the things you learned yesterday. If you listen well, surely you can do those things. After all, math isn't a lesson, is it?" It seems Mr. Didin had no influence on the protests that some of my classmates had staged.

Bagas himself did not bother about the repetition. He actually began to fill in the questions given by Mr. Didin. Grateful to be given a watered-down brain. So problems like those given by Mr. Didin can he master easily.

However, suddenly his memory was fixed on Indhira. Why didn't he leave? Why didn't he return the message?

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Indhira threw his body on the bed, while his gaze was directed to the clock on the wall of the room which had shown at nine past thirty-five minutes.

It was exhausting the work he did today. After Aunt Marta forbade him to go to school, Aunt Marta had prepared a list of groceries that Indhira had to buy in the traditional market. After that Indhira had to clean the house, wash clothes and lastly cook for the lunch menu later.

" O Allah, until when did the servant get rid of all this?" Unknowingly his mind was complaining about his current fate. And a clear liquid immediately poked as he closed his eyes.

Since her father died two years ago, Indhira's life has been under intense pressure. He did not gain freedom and tranquility in his own parents' home. All because of the presence of Aunt Marta and family in this house. They seemed to want to control the house owned by Indhira's parents by treating Indhira not far with a housekeeper. Even to go to school alone, he was banned as before.

While Bagas, the man who had been the place to complain instead took him to the road full of heresy.

Fatigue and eyes that feel heavy because last night can not sleep, making Indhira's eyelids heavier and finally stuck until finally he fell asleep.

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" Gas, where are you going?" benny asked as he passed by her as he exited the classroom door.

" I have to, Ben." said Bagas.

" At two we have training to prepare for next Sunday, Gas!" benny exclaimed as he saw Bagas rush to leave him.

" I'll be right there, Ben!" Bagas. However, he did not stop his steps towards the parking lot.

" Hi, Brother Bagas ...!" Some of Bagas's younger siblings greeted when the man arrived at the school parking lot. It feels like an artist if it's like this.

" Hey ..." How could she not be loved by many women? In addition to his charming physique, Bagas also has intelligence above the average student in his school and also a humble attitude.

" Bagas when do you sing again? Kak Bagas' voice is really cool, you know!" Among the students who said hello there were those who asked questions .

" Later, just wait next Sunday there is an event that we will follow," said Bagas while turning on his motorbike.

" I go first, yeah! Bye ..." Bagas immediately left them because he wanted to go to Indhira's house impatiently knowing the news about Indhira.

Twenty-five minutes Bagas took to get to Indhira's house. And now he has parked his motorcycle in the yard of Indhira's house.

" Assalamualaikum ..." while knocking on the door. Bagas gave his regards.

" Neurova ..." Aunt Marta opened the door. " Eh, there's Bagas. Come on, please come in first." Aunt Marta kindly invited Bagas to sit on the sofa.

" Indhira no Aunt? Why didn't you go to school, huh?" Bagas immediately asked his purpose to come to Indhira's house.

" Ah, that kid is so lazy!" Aunt Marta shook her hands in the air. " He didn't go to school because he woke up bad. Though Aunty has been building him since Shahuh. But, he's still sleeping. Finally bad luck and lazy to go to school."

Kening Bagas crinkled. Of course he did not believe the words of the woman before him During this time Indhira told a lot about how the treatment of Aunt and her family to Indhira. And Bagas himself smelled the falsehood of the story told by Aunt Marta earlier.

" Is Indhira sick, Tan?" tanya Bagas was worried.

" No! Not sick but lazy! Yes, although lazy it is a disease," said Aunt Marta.

" Can I meet Indhira, Tan?" Bagas was getting impatient to see it.

" Wait a minute, Bagas. The boy must be sleeping in his room." Aunt Marta then entered the interior of Indhira's house which is not too broad.

Five minutes later Aunt Marta had returned to the living room and said that Indhira was still sleeping with a grumble, vilifying Indhira and calling Indhira is a lazy child who likes to sleep without helping with homework.

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