Positive with you

Positive with you
chapter 44


That morning, at the dinner table, at breakfast. The atmosphere that was usually crowded and filled with chatter turned into a desolate silence. Tara who was still flailing to Kila did not look or even rebuke even once at her best friend. Likewise with Kila, although actually in his heart wanted to, but he was detained.


The little boy sitting near his mother. Silence noticed. His face looks clear staring alternately at the two adults near him. I don't know what happened between her parents.


"Randi ... let's go ..." Tara's voice yelled from the porch of the house, waiting for Randi who never came out. At that time Randi was still standing next to Kila who was busy cleaning the dining table.


"Mommy, Mami is the same Mother again marahan huh?" search Randi to Kila.


"No, who else is coming."


"Mommy is the same Mother."


"No, mom and mom aren't marahan."


"If not, how about diem - dieman?"


"Yes, because no one wants to talk about Randi dear." Kila who finally looked at Randi and pinched her cheek slowly, to convince.


"But usually even though there's nothing in the talk, Mami same mother always talk, still chat."


"Randi ..." cried Tara again from the outside.


"Yes, your mother is waiting. You quickly leave there, already want half 7 lo, later." Kila's orders as well as divert the conversation so as not to be bombarded a number of questions again from Randi, while Randi still grunts Kila with an unrelieved face.


"There go, then get really angry again your bunda." he said again.


With a forced, and sullen face, Randi finally complied and walked out. He approached his parents who were waiting in the hallway and put on his shoes and went to school together.


On-the-go. Angkot.


"Mother" call Randi.


"Hem, what?" Tara looked at her son.


"Mother marahan is the same mom?"


"Anger? why is marahan?" Tara also covered.


"Yes, I don't know. But apparently Mother is the same mami again marahan."


"Emang looks like that? Even though Mother is the same mother does not why - why."


"But mommy's the same mommy, how did diem - dieman from yesterday?."


"That's just your feeling, Mother's child." Tara menoel Randi's nose with a slightly anxious attitude. "Oh, yeah, last night you did PR, right?" Tara switched the conversation, which was answered with a nod.


"Is there anything hard about PR?" tanya Tara continued to shift the conversation until the two arrived and got off the angkot.


"Mother, I left first, yes .." said Randi was about to kiss her mother's hand but Tara did not accept instead correct the tie her son wore.


"Just like Mommy entered, today the mother wants to see Mr. Danu." replied Tara who after finishing fixing her child's tie, immediately squatting in front of Randi and staring fixed at her son.


"Why should you move Mother? is there still a mom who can pick me up?" Randi who showed a face of objection.


"You know your mom is busy too. Here, let you be closer to your mother. Let Mother not think that Mother can not pick you up. If you go to school there, you can walk to the boutique."


"But Mother, I don't want to go to school there, my friends are here. How will Sofia be? no one's watching if he's bullied by kids."


"Randi, are you more sassier Sofia or more kasian like Mother?" tara asked as if giving an ultimatum was a difficult choice to answer.


"Mother." sizzled Randi replied softly.


"If you are the same Mother, it means you have to recede to Mother." press Tara finally. While Randi looked down sad and could only nod resignedly.


And that morning. After talking to Randi. Tara also spoke with Mr. Danu and the Headmaster gave his intention to move Randi's school.


That day, Tara was busy taking care of Randi's school move. Several times he looks like a wiri hero from Randi's old school to Randi's new school. Until it was not felt, the day came.


The clock shows at 1pm. Tara waited for Randi's return in front of the school gate. Soon appeared his son with a gloomy face in the midst of the boisterous children - other children who also came down home.


Tara and Randi, just got to the boutique. At that time, Kila was already seen standing waiting to lean on the cashier table. From the look of his best friend's eyes, it already seems very angry.


"Tar, come with me!" he decanted, glancing briefly at the paperbag containing Randi's new school uniform. Making Nila, Yuni, Randi and a few other visitors pay attention to both.


Tara put the paperbag under the cashier's desk. After that, he followed Kila with still in line with questioning views from people around. Especially Randi, whose face looks worried about fearing a fight back.


Brainskkkk ...


The door was closed slightly rough by Kila until the writing stuck on the door swayed slightly.


"Randi you moved schools?" knock Kila a little emotional.


"Yes, why?" tara answered coldly.


"You're crazy, yeah ... You didn't think about it?"


"What else do I think, Kil? it's the only way Randi can't relate to the family."


"But at least you're looking for a better school!" cut Kila fast with a slightly up tone. "And you know best what the SD conditions are next to."


Tara threw away her face, realizing what her best friend said was true. Coincidentally, Randi's new school is a school that is quite famous for many of his students who are naughty.


"Tar, this time you're outrageous. I'm disappointed with you!." said Kila and then immediately left Tara whose face had been reddened, just like that.


While Randi who has been standing in front of the door, can only look alternately at the departure of his mother with gloom and also the door of the room where there is the Mother alone.


Randi is moody because his parents had a fight. Walk alone in the mall. The step stops when there is a table next to the front of the timezone game stand.


He chopped his head with both hands. Randi sat there alone with a sad look staring at the timezone stand in front of him.


"Why do you want to play?" asked an adult man who arrived - suddenly sitting next to him, making Randi lift his gaze which turned out to be Sandi.