Sam
The Founding of Sam

*

The plan, the exercise will only be done five days in a row. Sam and his three friends will gather in a mini studio for rehearsals.

Music rooms at the school are already using. Of course they are an OSIS team that has an important role in the event.

This exercise is actually enough to make him tired. But how else. For the sake of the last offering for his beloved High School, he will give his best even though as long as he is there more gives a bad impression. However, this is where they study.

Mom and Dad are home now. Sam should be happy with their presence. It's just that, after returning from Dika's house and continuing training for an hour at monstrax overnight, he again got a reprimand from papa.

"Well on, when do you want to be established, anyway, Sam!"

Sam who just came has received a strong welcome from the papa.

"Sam just got home from practice, Pa." Sam put the helmet on the shelf. After that, he immediately grabbed the hand of the papa and kissed the back of the hand with a muscle that slightly raised there.

Rusno is thinner than the last time he met Sam. Because there is cholesterol that must be maintained, Rusno must maintain his diet. So, he lost a little bit of weight.

"You're still drinking!" With his eyebrows almost intertwined and a rising voice Rusno began to intimidate his youngest son.

Sam breathed a big breath. Denying it free. The jacket stinks. When his friend offered him Sam brushed him off. It spilled on his jacket.

"This, no ... "

"Mandi, sana! Just make pollution at home!" Rusno violently jerks Sam's hand.

"Once your body is clean. We talk!" Rusno passed from the front of Sam who now bowed deeply by holding back his sense of regret.

After Rusno died, suddenly, Tantri came and grabbed Sam's shoulder. The woman, who was two days and a half century old, slightly sniffed the smell of her child while frowning. "Your mouth doesn't smell." Tantri frowned then switched to sniffing the parka jacket on the other side. He just shook his hand in front of his sense of smell this time. "Yes right, your stinking jacket. So make papa misunderstand, right!"

"Maaa," said Sam lazily mingled tired.

"Wes-wess. Recede! Shower first!" Tantri slightly pushed Sam's shoulder to move immediately.

"But, papa always does. Like to conclude it yourself, right?"

"Udah, yes, Sam. The important thing is that you clean first, then eat together. Mama wait," expel Tantri with a wry smile.

Sam clucked slowly. Mama also does not believe in herself who is now already little by little away from the liquid melenakan it. With gontai he took a step towards his room.

Thirty minutes later, Sam went to the dinner table and joined his father and mother who were waiting there. There was still the rest of the conversation between his parents before he approached the dining room.

There, Tantri had poured vegetables for her husband. "Come, Sam. Take a meal" Tantri said as Sam just landed his body on a wooden chair.

There's a lot of healthy cooking at the rectangular table over there. Apparently Tantri does take good care of her husband's health.

"Sam, grab a grilled fish on the kitchen table huh! My mother intentionally did not bring it here. Afraid papa's tempted later. Come spiel!" Tantri blinked softly while patting Sam's arm slowly.

While Rusno slightly clucked while slightly keeping a smile masygul. Not angry or upset. Rather, because the wife still remembers the favorite cuisine of her youngest child. Even though she hasn't lived in a house for three years.

Upon Sam's return who smiled knots while sparkling with his favorite burning indigo, Rusno only glanced at Sam's face while shaking his head.

Then Sam's incredible dream dinner is now realized. Being able to sit between papa and his mother is an immeasurable happiness.

At night, the dining room that is usually quiet, now returns a little boisterous sound clanking spoon that collides with ceramic plates. There was a little talk, even a light conversation that was not far from Tantri cuisine. Although in the absence of Ali and his wife and children, at least the usually quiet dining room now looks more alive.

Remembering Mirel, Ali's first child. Sam is feeling homesick with the little boy who is about to start school in kindergarten.

Several times Sam glanced at his papa. It was a little bit of a worry, if the man he called papa for 18 years would mention the smell in his jacket again.

"Say Ali, Mirel is fussy, Pa," Tantri said without distracting from the phone. He had received a message from his eldest son.

"Mama, anyway, no farewell" said Rusno who was busy with his phone as well.

"Mirel's been to school, huh, year, this, Ma?" ask Sam to chim in.

"Yes. Mana mba Silvi has not been able to do much strenuous activity," replied Tantri while remembering her daughter-in-law and then looking fondly at Sam. Inwardly, he was grateful that Sam was not as indifferent as he seemed.

"Kasian," murmured Sam after putting plain water in his glass. Rusno who heard it had glanced at Sam and then returned to his cellphone. For some reason, Rusno felt insinuated this time.

"Mama's gonna pick me up. When Mirel entered school, right, Sister Silvi ran out."

Sam mangosteen responded. 'Still lucky, boy. There's still a mother as her grandmother."

"How else. Hope his son wants to go to boarding school. Tau himself, the more Mirel was forced the more he revolted. Bang Ali wants to go to school near the dormitory, said Tantri at length while piling dishes.

"The content is problematic, Ma?" ask Sam. Her deafness so multiplied let alone remember the story of the grandmother who told her when she was pregnant.

"Yes. Just fell and bleeding, right."

Rusno is busy with his cell phone. Not interested in getting into the conversation. A little afraid that it will worsen the mood.

"Pity. Did mommy used to be like that when she was pregnant with Sam?" ask Sam grudgingly while looking at the woman who now starts wearing hijab every day .

Tantri rubbed Sam's arm. "Not what, Sam. Mama accepted it. All paid off at your healthy birth without anything less. Especially if you grow up to be an active child and ..." Tantri deliberately paused her speech to see the huffed look of Sam. "Why you?"

"Entry that Sam first, Ma?"

Tantri. Her beads blinked and glanced at her husband who saw the warm interaction between her and her youngest child.

"Eat him, if you love your mother. A military school. Or you choose to come with papa to Manado. College there. Let mama not worry keep thinking of you here."

Rusno's words made Sam feel really upset.

"Udah-ud. You think carefully, don't just decide something when you're not focused."

"Or at least you feel sorry for Sam's mom. Every day, mama doesn't eat well because she thinks of you."

"That's the word, Papa. Mama doesn't calm you down here anymore. Especially college here. Even if you don't want to follow in the footsteps of papa or masmu, you go to college there and stay with mama papa, yes!"

Sam was silent for a moment without giving an answer. "What did Mama say? There's still a follow-up, right?" his question deliberately diverted the conversation.

Tantri smiled knotfully and pinched Sam's cheek. He still remembers what he was going to talk about. "On you who were active earlier to," he said as he lifted a pile of dishes and passed from there.

Sam doesn't want to be curious. He lifted the pot of mejicom to take to the kitchen. Intentionally following his name. "Maa, continue the story," pinta Sam a little pushy.

"Here, you are. What the hell. Help keep the dishes here!" Tantri began to wash the dishes while grinning a smile. He glanced at Sam who was obedient to clean the dining table. In my heart, it was a pleasure to prank Sam.

Finally, Sam still guessed what his mother would say. He deliberately did not go to the room and sat on a fur carpet in front of the sofa in the middle room. There's a 32-inch LED tv clinging neatly to the wall. Usually if Sam is exhausted he will sleep in the living room with the TV on until Sam wakes up in the morning.

"So how? You decided, right?" ask Tantri who is now sitting on the sofa.

"Maaa, don't rush the bill, please. Sam still wants to enjoy Sam's graduation." Sam is lazy when it comes to this. He squashed the origin of the TV channel that was suddenly boring.

Tantri grabbed Sam's long hair and played it. He understands better than anyone the character of the child. Sam can't be forced. If forced, it was clear that his son would act as he wished and that was not his hope.

That night the children were talking from heart to heart. She gave many inspirational stories from various people she met at her husband's office. Hopefully, Sam will be more open minded.

Rusno did not join there. Tantri is certainly the one who is the reason the man is not there. As a hard man, he already understood the meaning of the wife. Moreover, he believes his wife will be able to conquer the heart of his son who has a strong disposition, just like him.

*

Again about education. Sam had so much advice from his mother. Sam is still hesitating. Thinking about everything in the future. After training, Sam calls his brother and asks for advice from him.

For less than thirty minutes, Sam talked on the phone. Ali said it all came back to himself. Because the word of heart will take us away from the abyss of regret.

"Ehem."

Sam turned quickly to the origin of the voice. There is Rusno who is standing while cross-sectioned and sitting on the front steps of the terrace.

"Pa," said Sam awkwardly.

"Hem. Call your brother?"

Sam nodded with a look.

"If you ask that question, answer it!"

This time Sam looked up. "Yes, Pa." There is a small whisper when the father is really a person who does not like to interact if only verbal.

"So how?" rusno asked, looking at Sam who was sitting next to him. Don't forget the look of hope also present there.

"Sam take the second option, Pa. Study in Manado and live with papa." However Sam thinks, his heart is not sure to feel in military school like the request of the father.

Rusno breathed a big breath and looked far ahead. Maybe not always his will will will be assented by his son. Lucky the wife has given understanding if Sam is different character with his eldest son–Ali.

*

The noise behind the music room caught Sam's attention. He was in the room to restore the electric guitar he had used to test the sound on the stage that was still in decoration.

Footsteps lead him to approach the origin of the sound. He looked around him. There were no students or students around, because some of them were gathered in front of a stage that was dirty. Also, some of them help the OSIS team to decorate the school yard to retire the night of separation later.

At the back of the library. Sam finds Nada checking in with the man who appears to be on her back.

"You have the heart, yes, Na! What do you think I am. Your guinea pig!"

"I have no such intention, Ka. From the beginning I've said, try first until the future rich' how."

"Yes. AYE!" Arka squeezed her hair and went back to pointing at Nada, "and stupidly I'd just like to obey you."

"Six months you're just messing with me, Na. I really love you the same. But you have no intention of welcoming my feelings."

The silent tone did not answer. He did not completely ignore the Ark.

Arka.rude grunt and waist ruffled. "Yes, yes, said my friends. You are stiff, hick, even just kiss his cheeks until angry is not clear.Kampungan."

"If I'm a village, I don't have to be the same. Find someone else who is more skilled. I'm even more sure that you don't really love me, Ka."

The accusation of Tone made Arka even more furious. "What do you mean, hahh!"

"See. If you love me, you won't snap at me rich' gini, Ka!" The screams of the tone also rise because it continues on the press.

Arka scooped her face. Hoping that with that, he could slightly lower his anger. After the heat in the chest that had spread on his face slightly subsided, Arka tried to reach Nada's shoulder which looked slightly frightened.

"Tone, pliis. I'm sorry if I was rude to you. Please understand!"

The clutches of Arka's hands made Nada even more uncomfortable and presented fear.

Seeing that, Sam did not remain silent anymore. He immediately approached and pitted the bogem on Arka's shoulder. Make the grip of the hand come off.

"Banky, Lo!" Shouted Sam.

In addition to fear and surprise, Nada pulled over to get away.

Fists and feet are no longer avoidable. Time and time again Arka was overwhelmed to face Sam.

Tone gets scared when they're all in trouble. The girl broke both of them, but then she felt dizzy from being hit by a hand and fell staggered.

"Tone!"