SURO
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"Nasyifa Agatha?"

A young and beautiful teacher called out the name on the book she was reading, then glanced around, looking forward to who would advance to the front of the class.

The puffed-up woman came to the front of the class and sat right in front of her. The teacher picked up a book and opened it, explaining something that only the two of them could hear.

After chatting for a long time, the teacher invited the woman out and called her next name.

Sweat ran through the temple, I wiped it with trembling hands. I was angry, looking at the classroom door, hoping that my parents would come to take the report card like my other friends.

But, the closer the alphabet called my name, I felt as if I was losing hope. No one will take my report, just like in previous years.

I looked down lethargicly, when the teacher started calling my name.

"Suro??" he said while looking at me. My friends' parents looked over. Because, it was just me, a student who took his report alone, and joined together with the parents of my other friends.

I got up from my seat, walking stiffly from the back table all the way to the middle. I pulled up the chair in front of the teacher, preparing to sit down.

"Sorry, Mom! I'm late!!" a voice I knew came. I turned my head quickly, finding my aunt coming in contact while running towards me.

He sat down in front of the teacher, then rubbed my head while whispering. "Wait at the door."

I said, waiting for him at the door. I was relieved that my aunt had come, at least I had a guardian to get me a report card, unlike before.

Although I actually felt disappointed, because of my parents, never once came to an event as important as this. Usually, the aunt is forbidden to come, but this time the aunt may insist on asking permission to come.

Aunty received applause after the report card was distributed. As usual, I was ranked first in class. Aunt looks happy and proud, keeps waving and smiling at me.

He came out with a sparkling face, with a report card he was holding. He looked at me proudly, as if I was something so precious to him.

"Master, you can rank one!! Oh my God, what aunty!! Just this time aunt took a rapot, but in the same applause from the other parents, because you are a pinter child. Usually, mah, aunty if you take the rapot aunty child, never get a rank. He is also a very rude son. So this is the first time aunty can fret about taking a smart kid's rap! So it feels like this!" it was fun, with an endless smile.

I smiled faintly while looking at aunt. But at least, the aunt's son could feel his report card was taken by his own parents, unlike me. I, so envious of aunt's son.

"Liat nih sir, the value of the master is good. Oh, my God, what aunty saw. The value is all great." said the aunt while busy watching my report card.

I took a deep breath, looked around and found something interesting near me.

"This time can't rank anymore" said one mother, smiling at Fanya, my classmate.

Fanya just looked down in fear, not daring to look at her mother's face. "Sorry, ma. Fanya can't get into the top ten like you want." he murmured doubtfully.

His mother smiled, rubbing Fanya's two-pointed hair gently. "What a hell my son! Nothing can not get the top ten, but you will not try as hard as you can. Mama is proud of you.. Your grades are higher than last year."

Fanya began to dare to raise her head and look at her mother. "Is it really okay, Ma?"

"That's okay!! Today my mom and dad are eating out. Where are you going??"

I was overwhelmed when I heard it.

"Yeah!! Wanna play the slide while eating chicken!!" peekik Fanya cheerfully, while hugging her mother.

The aunt who had been nagging about the contents of my report card, was now silent and looking into my eyes. Her smile disappeared, when I realized what I was looking at.

"Ehe, sir.. Where is this Abis going? Aunty take a taxi." haggle with doubt.

I glanced at auntie then looked back at my classmate who was starting to leave. "Bi, can ya, as close as that mother? It's not the Dicth'anhm race, it can't be that?"

My words made my aunt gasp, her face instantly changed but she was unable to answer the question I was asking.

In the taxi, my aunt kept talking to me. Presumably he tried to entertain because he did not want me to feel sad because of the matter earlier.

"Auntie today cook your favorite menu, sir. Tofu cook sambal. Sir likes it, right??" tanyanya cheerful.

I didn't take my eyes off the car window. "Mama's eating?" my question was brief, making auntie silent for a moment.

"T.. Would you like to eat with your mom?"

Now I look towards him. "Can, right? Aunty can talk to mom, right?"

Aunt is silent again. He seemed to have difficulty answering, because this was all out of his control. "Auntie, yes." he said.

.........

I glanced at the clock on the wall, then tore the tofu on my plate with a spoon and fork. It's been almost half an hour for my aunt to go talk to my mom, but I haven't been back.

Is it hard to eat with mom? Just eating together, right?? I'm not a stranger after all, but why is it so hard to meet my mom at home. I really hate the rules made for the Dicth'anhm race.

I got out of my seat, put down my spoon and was about to pass. When I was in the doorway, my aunt came with my mother. I gasped until my eyes were wide open.

Just as I was about to cling to her, all of a sudden she moved away and retreated behind aunt. My feet stopped when I saw the rejection from him.

He was hiding, as if I was a scary thing to him.

Why anyway?? Why indeed? Why should you avoid me every time you meet me?? Wh why? Why are there such weird rules?

"Mama?!" I greeted him while looking at him. Both my mother and aunt were shocked when I heard my voice.

Mama looked scared. Her lips twitched and she would occasionally steal a glance at me. He still hides his body behind his aunt, and to be honest.. It makes me feel like I'm being dumped!

"Mama, let's eat together! Suro was ranked first in school. Temen Suro ate with his mother, Suro too! It's okay for the Dicth'anhm race to hang out with his family." I said trembling, quickly and with a howling breath. I spoke half a scream, because only this time I could say something to my mother.

Mama pulled my aunt's hand, as if to signal something I didn't know. Aunt turned her head straight at him, nodded in fear then looked at me with a sad face. "I'm sorry, sir. Aunty already said, if you want to say something to mama, through aunt first. Aunty can tell my mom. Sir knows that, right? It's always been that way, right? You know the rules." said the aunt while looking at me with eyes that seemed to convey an apology to me indirectly.

I'm silent. I totally understand that. But.. Can't I get close to my own mother? Can't I talk to him myself?? Why go through aunt?? I can say it myself, why should it be??

Fanya... Not so with his mother...

"I'm not mute, bi. Why use chain messages if I can talk to my mom myself." I protested, making my aunt look in panic at me, as if checking what response she gave me.

Mama squeaked, staring cynically at aunt. Immediately after, auntie immediately pulled my hand towards the dining table. Mama was still in place, not moving a bit to get to the dining table.

I stopped, turned around and looked at my mother. Honestly, this time I did it, I.. I just want to be listened to and appreciated by my mom.

"It's so hard to see you and talk to you?" I said while looking at her, making aunt panic and immediately pulled my hand again.

"What's wrong with Mama? Why don't you ever talk to Suro? Why does everything have to go to aunt? Don't you want Suro's voice?? Why should there be such a rule?" my continue.

Aunt insisted on pulling me. "Master, ouch.. Signore. Don't say that, you know.. Let's go to the dinner table. Let aunt temenin."

"No, bi! Mama has to answer first! All this time Suro thought, the boy should not talk to his parents. You have to use an intermediary first. But, after squirming the Suro cement.. There's nothing like that. There was no intermediary to talk to his mother. There was no prohibition to eat with his mother. There is no abstinence to touch or one room with his mother. It turns out that the only thing that was different was Suro, out there, his son was close to his mother. Is that right, right?! That's not the absolute rule of the Dicth'anhm race, is it?"

Mama fell silent. His face was red and his eyes were wide. He didn't think my first words to him could be like that.

I walked quickly towards her, making auntie panic and try to chase after me. I immediately pulled my hand, made my mother gasp in fear and tried to deny it.

My aunt caught me, trying to keep me away from my mother. But I didn't budge, I kept pulling my mama's hand and fighting them both.

Mama almost fell and aunt was dragged on the floor trying to stop me. My mother looked scared when I found her hand.

I was about to make a sound, making my mother close her eyes firmly, as if I wanted to finish her off.

Turns out... I scared that for mom? He didn't even look at me this close, but this was the first time I was so close to him.

I weakened, no longer clutching her hand firmly. I put my palm over my head, making my mom open her eyes because she felt my hair.

I lowered my head, my body trembling either out of pleasure or out of disappointment. I grimaced, holding back my tears that were about to fall.

There was another feeling when my mom touched me. There's a warmth I don't get from aunt's hands.

My hand really shook so strongly, that even my mother's hand felt the vibration.

"real... Look.." I muttered, making aunt and mama frown. "It turns out like this, it feels like a mother's affection?" I said as I moved my mother's hand to rub my own hair. Aunty covered her face, growling in tears when she saw him.

Suddenly, my mom pulled her hand again. I flinched and looked at his face. "Don't you just ask for lunch together?" mama asked, and I was happy that the first time in my life I heard my mother's voice. "When lunch was over" he continued, turning around and leaving me quickly.

I was silent, staring at my mother's back. I was silent for quite a while. It's that short, but it feels like forever.

I have stored the memory of my mother's voice in my head, and I will repeat it every day in my heart. If turns.. Mama's voice and touch were that warm, even if it was only for a moment.. But, I'm really happy now.

Auntie moved, making mama look at her. "And aunt, today... You have to take responsibility for what you do. I'm waiting in my room."

I was surprised to hear Mom say. My eyes immediately turned towards aunt, she lowered her head in lethargy. Is it because of my actions, my aunt took it all?

But, what will my mother do to my aunt?

"Master, auntie said yes" he said with a smile. As if that was the last word he wanted to say to me.

"Bie.. Where's aunt going? Bi?" my mother's bodyguard immediately confronted me. Some of them pulled the aunt down.

"Hey!! Don't do that to auntie!!" my snapping.

"Udah sir, because sir.. Aunty's in trouble now." said one of my mother's bodyguards, Mr. Saipul.

What problem is it??

Seriate...