Positive with you
chapter 29
At 1pm, the school bell rang. The students began packing their things and praying together. After that, everyone alternately shook hands with Mr. Danu and then left school.
Randi, who had just dropped out of her class, accidentally caught Sofia in the front row of her class. Sofia was busy working on something. Though he should have gone home considering that the 1st class is 11.
"Sofia.." said Randi who walked over, making Sofia turn towards him and stand welcoming Randi's arrival cheerfully.
"Sister Randi. Randi's sister going home?"
"Well, I want to go home, aren't you home yet? Hasn't it been picked up yet?"
"Yes, I haven't been picked up. Randi's sister has been picked up?"
"Not yet."
"If so, Brother Randi temenin Sofia, yes? Sofia is again taking PR." Sofia sits back and bends down to write her book answer, which Randi follows, sitting next to Sofia.
"Sofia, this is you're wrong" said Randi who had noticed for a moment Sofia's book that was written randomly - a stamp and many answers were wrong.
Sofia looked at Randi with an incomprehensible innocent look while Randi was throwing her breath rough because she understood the intent of Sofia's gaze.
"Here" Randi shifts Sofia's book and then deletes all of Sofia's copied answers cleanly.
"I teach you yes, try to read first about number 1"
"Is this one, brother?" tanyanya pointed at the question in question.
"Yes"
Sofia shifted her book back and started reading it.
"Before going home, Udin saw a donut seller.Udin bought 3 chocolate donuts. Udin also bought 5 cheese donuts. How many donuts did you buy?" read Sofia with the stammering.
"How much is that? I bought 3 donuts. Keep buying 5 more. So 3 + 5 \=?" Randi while showing Sofia to understand.
"Emmm..." Sofia thinks. "8?"
"Yes there are 8, so the number of donuts bought udin there are 8" explained Randi and Sofia mangosteen.
"Oh yes" Sofia who later wrote the answer in the book.
"Of Sofia, if you don't write that, the little ones in the box, just a moment here .." Randi pulls back Sofia's book and gives an example again. "Well, like this let it be neat"
Without a sound Sofia then follows the instructions of Randi. And after he finished he looked at Randi waiting for the results of his work.
"Well, can you?" asked Randi who answered a nod. "Now the number 2, read first because the answer will be written here"
Randi also taught Sofia painstakingly. When Sofia made a few mistakes she was also a little angry but then immediately understood it. In the midst of both. Tara had come to pick up Randi and then approached the two who were sitting in front of the class.
"Mother.." said Randi who saw the arrival of her Mother, while Tara smiled back her son's greeting and stroked her hair for a while.
"What else is this?" tara asked the two.
"I'm working on PR" said Sofia who glanced at Tara for a moment and resumed her activities.
"I teach Sofia Mother again." said Randi as well. "Mother, Mother, Mother knows no, Sofia is stupid Mother, cook 3+ 5 she can not" whispered Randi so that Sofia does not hear.
"But indeed Mother, has been taught several times she does not understand"
"Yes, it is so, the mother said, if you often learn must be pinter but if you rarely learn it or never learn it must not be pinter. So you can't say what kind of person it is, if the person knows how offended?" Tara's trying to advise her son.
"Yes Mother sorry" replied Randi regretfully and slightly lowered her face. While the one discussed remains calm working on the PR.
"Oh yeah, is this you haven't come home yet?" tara asked who was aware because the school was empty of Sofia.
"Sofia hasn't been picked up yet" Sofia replied.
"Not picked up?" Tara frowned, at least the 1st grade child came home at 11 while now it was 1. "Keep you know why you haven't been picked up yet?" Sodia answered by shrugging her shoulders.
Unable to answer, Tara became a little worried considering that now the school is deserted and the case of child abduction is also being severe if you hear the news.
"Sofia has her mom or dad's number or her mom? let Auntie keep calling, let Sofia get picked up"
"I don't have, usually, a teacher who calls Oma" Sofia replied innocently.
"Oh yes, if so, Aunt to the teacher's room first yes"
Tara walked to the teacher's room. Arriving there the teacher's room was deserted no one. The door is also closed. On the notice board there is a press that tells the teacher that there is a meeting diaula meeting.
"Yourf..." Tara breathed out hard.
The clock in his hand already showed 1.40pm. Tara has to go back to the boutique but it's impossible. Sofia and Randi are seen from where they stand who are still busy working on PR. There was no other choice, Tara approached the two.
"Sofia, the teacher and the teacher are meeting again so Aunt can't ask. So now than here alone, you join aunt Kak Randi to the cafe ahead there huh. Learn there to be more comfortable while eating ice cream until the pick up comes, okay?" tara said while helping the little girl pack her books.
"Es cream?? Sofia with aunt?" Ask Sofia again.
"Yes" replied Tara.
"Yyyyeee, can eat ice cream with Kak Randi..." Sofia jumps - jump for joy as well as Randi who is beside.
Tara, Randi and Sofia sit at the cafe. Tara had deliberately chosen the veranda so that if anyone picked up Sofia she could know right away. There they enjoy ice cream and some other snacks.
The clock had shown at 2 p.m., when Tara finally saw a luxury car seem to stop in front of the school. A middle-aged woman just got out of the car and walked into the school.
"Sofia, wasn't that what picked you up?" tara asked while showing the car parked in front of the school gate.
"Yes that's Oma, auntie"
"Yes, if so, now we keep going right there" Tara helped pack. "Ran, help me get in Sofia's book"
"Yes Mother." answered Randu.
Randi, Sofia and Tara return to school.
"Omaaa." cried Sofia calling the figure of a middle-aged woman standing in front of the office while running towards himaz.
"Sofia, from anywhere Oma is confused about the way .." replied Bu Yanti, the middle-aged woman who welcomed her beloved granddaughter.