Self Healing
Episode 6 Lunch

Whose heart is not broken, when no one ever cares about it, and whose heart is never happy, when attention comes without pity because of the sincerity of his speaking eyes. 

@NuraSs_Fia

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 "Naziya is honest with mom now, where have you been yesterday? And why not eat? What's the matter you have?" ask Bu Rina directly 

"No-no-" the Nazi eyeballs were twitching, like people thinking about something scary. He turned his face the other way. The pain that shook his heart seemed to invite him not to tell a story at this time. Ms. Rina who understands that, understands the situation.

"Mother won't force it, but if it harms you again, inevitably you have to be honest now, come on! or do not just call your mom, yes" threatened Miss Rina who is ready to press the call button on the screen *handphone* glass that says Mamah Naziya.

"Don't ma'am," stop it

"Alright, I..." Naziya bit his lower lip. Bu Rina who was beside him rubbed her shoulders.

"Everything will be fine, let's tell you," said Ms. Rina gently

"I've had a headache lately, it was a bump a few weeks ago when I was exercising, so I've always had a headache to this day. When I was where and met who, about the past I didn't know, Mom... Especially when I'm sure, although not completely, who I really am. Yesterday I met the son of the foundation owner, I saw and remembered something strange... Huffsstt." it sounded tired.

Ms. Rina who heard the words deflected her eyes, almost to the point of dropping the item she was holding. "Ohh, sorry dear."

"..."

"The meeting was canceled, but I heard you were threatened with being expelled from school. What are you, you know him, baby?" his question was full of caution.

"Naziya is gone, not convinced. Expendable? Bodo very," replied Naziya lazy.

He remembered his cellphone which since morning was forgotten, rather than prolong the discussion he better open the phone. With his forehead frowning, there were some missed incoming calls and unopened messages from unknown numbers. Recalling for a moment, the number was exactly the same caller this morning that Naziya had not thought of. Open message touched perfectly by his hand, Naziya read the message half sigh. It's the same problem. 

From 0823****

   "Ziya you're okay, right? It's Hafidz. If you can, you should change schools immediately. I don't want you getting threatened by my problems. Please."  

To : Hafidz crazy😩

    "Gue well, you don't have to worry about me, won't move. Bodo very, the problem is faced is not avoided, do not be familiar and since when the language is you." 

The nature of Nazi sarcasm is back, not the same as yesterday. The paradox of the heart that continues to be a protective shield from the wounds that he has been covering. The send letter looks perfect, meaning it has been sent to that number. For a moment the Nazi mind began to be disturbed, and the commotion outside was curious. 

***

  The clock is ticking, the seconds are bringing change in every minute. When the sun was overhead, half a day was gone. Seen in the school corridor, a swarm of girls who are engrossed in the conversation, then one or two people who do not know where to go, he said, what is clear is that the second time of rest while waiting for one or two hours of lessons before returning home, including Albi and Rivaldi who casually berajalan coolly, unexpectedly someone hit Rivaldi unintentionally.

"I'm sorry." he said with his head lowered, Rivaldi knew who that person was.

"Not go down, get up! Intentionally or unintentionally, you still don't believe. He's my classmate." The guy was flabbergasted, his heart suddenly felt claustrophobic. It is true that he was unintentional.

"Nura" said Rivaldi.

"I'm sorry, you don't always infer something from the uncertain. Sometimes, it's true but deliberate can be seen from the way he behaves, and I don't feel that I'm intentional, because if wrong can hurt his feelings. There have been many prejudices that make someone's life destroyed," he replied disco, there is one sentence in the form of satire and Rivaldi it understands. Buru\-hurry Nura set foot, before the overcrowded heart that was being held overflowed into a speck in the area of the eye fertilizer.

Rivaldi was sculpting, and Albi was still cengo. Rivaldi is famous for the mysterious guy and the name ice prince for children\-children ips in his school because it happened a few minutes ago attracted the attention of people, because it was, some people who walked past them glanced and rumored, some were tweeting there were also those who put the look of a bodo face very.

"Kuy-kuy. Ciee ahh." Albi cheered Rivaldi, his gaze asking for an explanation. "That's the new kid?" Albi asked as she hooked the arm on Riavaldi for a walk.

"Yes." Simple, short, and clear.

Rivaldi's answer seems light, but Albi knows his gait and Rivaldi's sculpting attitude knows something is hidden, though not sure. When Albi will ask again, there is someone who is the center of attention of DHARMA KUSUMA High School students, although the most dominant schoolgirls see who comes to make both follow-ups interested in diverting glances. Someone just got out of the latest Lamborghini brand car, his body is high, maybe if likened to Aldi or Rivaldi but they should. Lovely eyes are covered in black glasses. His clothes wear a navy blue suit, and black jeans are not tight add charismatic aura of an entrepreneur look. Behind someone followed, his face looked older but equally\-cool, his simple look revealing a soul to the old man. He walked into the main corridor with the 10th grade and there was a turn north which connected directly with the special room of the foundation.

"Great cool" one of the words of a student

"Begoo, his nose." Some of the words were heard among the crowd watching.

Albi heard him wanting to vomit, even though he was a rowdy craftsman in class. Rivaldi was confused, but why was his heart hesitant he thought he was focused on the Nazis. He remembered that he had to go to the BK room even though his message after school, but and but. Fifteen minutes, that guy's gone from the tail of anyone's eye.

"Who is he? You know what?" asked Albi again, for a moment the curiosity about Nura disappeared.

"Since when did you become a journalist, many asked mulu. Buruan ah," Rivaldi dodged him a little run.

"Ngaco lo ah. Since when did I become like that," asked Albi alone.

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Hafidz crazy😩: Yes I know, problems faced, handover lo dah. 

Ziyalucuu😍: Good, lo pinter! Etdah. Do you know where my number is from?

Hafidz gila😩: From the heart of which some of his past stories are unfinished:)  

Ziyalucu😍: Lo again gesrek. Lo where is it? Go home!

Hafid crazy😩:As far as I dong anywhere.

  Naziya looked at the screen hpnya riled, waiting for the next reply, but the writing typing did not come. Blue ticks are not visible.

"What does it mean to say from the heart that some of the stories of the past are not yet finished:\( ." 

The routine is stopped when Albi and Rivaldi are already at the door with a typical Albi whimper.

"Lo's better?" asked Rivaldi to speak\-basis as he walked over. His eyes were shady, engraving a smile carved in the area of his ranum lips. Naziya returned his gaze with a smile, although his heart and mind were still reflected in Hafidz's words.

"Lo mode," Albi circus with drooping eyes.

"Remember the girl," he said. Suddenly lost the Nazi smile. His face was flat again, and all was silent when Bu Rina entered with the person earlier, who was the center of attention. "What else is this?" ask in the heart. 

"Albi, Rival, help you out first! You're in in 15 minutes, hurry!" exclaims Miss Rina.

Want to not, they're down. Earlier Rivaldi flashed a gaze that implied a question towards Bu Rina. "It's Rival, please!" This time his voice was filled with intimidation. The Nazis just swallowed his saliva hearing that. 

'Please 'Let's! It's Naziya." Ms. Rina invited me to approach that person. 

"Previously sorry to interrupt your time sweet girl. I just want to ask for your help, and introduce me Firman Anandasyah, and this is my father Hartono Anandasyah."

His talk was authoritative, not even showing he was having problems until he had to say ask for help against the Nazis.

"I'm Hafidz's brother. He ran away yesterday afternoon, and I don't know what the problem is that makes him behave like a normal person. He said you were the one who fought with him before, we won't be demanding, but do you know where he is?" he continued, the direction of his words does not look like cornering anyone. Naziya could not answer he was silent for a while, until Hartono spoke up.

"I believe you're a trustworthy girl, there's a secret I didn't explain to her, Hafidz. Hafidz my son, he's my darling, but because of my fear, everything I'm worried about happens. He went on a rampage asking for that explanation, and suddenly he said a no-no, a little bit to make my heart ache, that day also my anger peaked and slapped him hard. He left, and he hasn't returned. I miss him" explained Hartono.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your explanation. Whatever it is I have no right to interfere, yesterday I did meet him, but now I do not know his whereabouts." replied Nazi honest half confused.

"*There is no creepy look from this family, but why did Hafidz go away* "the monologue of his heart.

" You're not lying, are you?" search Word.

"The world is full of lies, so why ask me not to lie. Obviously life always demands we lie-" Ms. Rina who heard the gawking. "Naziya," Cut it.

"Sorry mom I haven't finished yet, so as not to cause multitafers. Lying to cover up the good and lying to pretend to forget the faults of others, or to cover up the wounds of the cruel world." Naziya's answer made Hartono unnerved, his words were right.

"I will indeed invite you to negotiate before, hearing that you have fought with Hafidz. But please, "Hartono is starting to give up. The Word that sees his father like that does not bear to. "But is there-"

The Nazi phone read, the name of Hafidz crazy calling on his screen. Firman saw that, immediately he had Naziya lift him and all fell silent by sitting on the side of the rangjang that Naziya occupied.

"Hallo... " 

"Ziya, I beg you please change schools. I'll pay for the move."

"Lo who would dare to chat?"

"But you don't understand…"

"What's? So I was. He said you won't be scared anymore, sissy lo, so hotshot but still like a girl. Time is lo ngehindar. Until the end of the world you will never get what you want if you take refuge behind limited words from people but you do not prove to use your eyes," cut the Nazis quickly.

"Lo don't need to be pretentious, don't you want who I am?"

"Lo who knows, my memory is a little already remembered but not completely true. If you're a guy, come to school today too. Quick." the hp connection is disconnected.

Word grunts, Nazi behavior is a little different. Hartono let out a heavy sigh, and Bu Rina could not do anything just yet.

"Should you explain everything before the promised time?" Hartono asked the Word with his bitter-sounding fondness. The Nazis saw it could only hold back the crying, remembering the word Family felt to him lifeless.