Rangga's Beloved Wife
Story at school

Bagas get off the car provided by Rangga. Throughout the journey Bagas just silence. Maybe this atmosphere was still unfamiliar to him. He was taken to school with a woman who claimed to be his nanny. Mbak Ajeng, the nanny of Rangga's messenger followed him until he entered the school. Bagas felt followed also asked mbak Ajeng to go home.

"Sorry, den Bagas. I was assigned to look after Aden. Later I will be angry with Mr. Rangga." said Ajeng.

"But I want school, ma'am. What do people say if I'm followed" said Bagas.

"I'll just wait outside, Den. It's den Bagas' stock." Ajeng handed over a small bag containing Bagas's provisions.

"Thank you, ma'am." Bagas took his provisions and went to class.

Bagas walked into his school. For two days not to come in. His hands were carrying supplies prepared from home.A few cynical gazes pointed at him.

"Look at Bagas. His style is like a rich man." said Stevan, a classmate.

"yes, no." - Andre.

"Hey, if you say Bagas again, face me."Joseph approached his two friends while patting his chest.

"Hey, Ucup. Why do you defend Bagas, it is true that he is not the son of a rich man." replied Stevan.

"Here, Gas. don't listen to Stevan. We put the bag on the table." said Joseph pulling Bagas away from their cynical friends.

"Thank you, suf." Bagas' eyes sparkled when someone defended him from the interference of another friend.

"Together, suf. My father said we as men should be protectors for the weak."

"I will also protect you from the bad guys. Especially people who like to make my parents cry." replied Bagas steady.

"Tos." The two stuck together palms.

Bagas and Joseph left class to play. While waiting for study hours. Some of the students are still being delivered by their parents. Bagas stared a long time ago when there was a child who carried his father until he entered the classroom.

"Suf, is your dear papa not the same as you?" ask Bagas.

"Darling,dong. So unfortunately if someone disturbs me he becomes the front man to defend me. Just that, if my brother's business papa often forgets me." Yusuf story.

"Adil dong, you only want to be in love. Your brother would also want to dong." budap Bagas.

"Sister disease. A little sick, a little sick. If I have already framed one house will be busy with him. As soon as I see it."

Bagas saw Joseph's face as upset as he told his brother. Bagas was confused as to what to comment. He could only listen to his friend's curses.

There was no sound of school bells ringing. All the children entered the class. The teacher's mother contains her phone to check the name tag of the student wearing her barcode.

After finishing absent in the row the students also sat in their respective seats. The teacher went around checking on his students, nothing was missed. Then he sat down at the table teaching her.

"Today we will tell a story. Who here likes to tell stories?"

"I!" answer the students.

"OKAY. I want you to tell me about family. The theme is ...." The teacher wrote a word on the board.

"Dad!" answer the children while reading the writing on the board.

"Pinter!"

"Bagas definitely can't tell" Stevan said.

"Why?" ask the teacher.

"I have a father!" pekik Bagas's.

"Where, gas. We've never seen you as your father." ledek Stevan.

"Your children should not. Don't bother your friend. Although Bagas has no father, but he must have memories of his father" said the teacher defuse the commotion in his class.

Bagas ran out of class. He chose to sit on the swing. The teacher followed Bagas to calm his students.

"Bagas has a father, Ma'am a teacher." he said.

"Yes, the teacher believes you have a father. The teacher also has a father, gas. If there is no father there is no Bagas or mother teacher." The teacher is still trying to calm his students.

"But why do they always laugh at me, ma'am?" ask Bagas.

"That's because they don't know. If you know they will be good with Bagas." replied the teacher.

Bagas led the teacher back to class. Still sound boisterous friends laugh at him. But Bagas had been used to hearing about it since the first year he set foot in the school. This was his second year of becoming a big O class disciple. The parent said, if Bagas has seven years later just entered elementary school. He is only five years old now. Of course he will hit the kindergarten bench until next year.

Bagas sat down beside Joseph. Only Joseph wanted to be friends with him. Yusuf has only moved to school for a few months.

"Well, kids. Does anyone want to tell a story.'' The teacher reminded his students.

Some students came forward to tell the greatness of his father, some were sad because his father was rarely at home. There is also a story about his father's cuteness. Everyone has shared stories about child role models. The teacher deliberately did not ask Bagas to come forward. Because he knew his student would be inferior. But it turns out his conjecture was wrong, Bagas standing in front of all his classmates.

"My name is Bagas Barata Yudha. The word mother means I am the pride of father and mother. My mother said my father was a loving man. Dear mother, dear Bagas.

Two days ago I met a man who said he was my father. He's a very nice person, I made a room that contains the Solar System. Continue to say he wants to pick Bagas back home from school later." Bagas story is full of pride.

"Hahahaha." the laughter of the disciples who heard the story of Bagas.

"At least his dad's got a knob." ledek Stevan.

"Hahahahhaa.

The master teacher could only shake his head at the behavior of his students. The young woman asked Bagas to return to his seat. They also continue the learning process with other themes. Some of the disciples were still heard laughing at Bagas.

"I wonder what his father looks like." said Stevan.

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Good morning everyone. May all who read this story be given abundant health.

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