SURREPTITIOUS
Part 17's

It was afternoon at Zahra's house.

Zahra's mother served food to the table with the help of some servants. The beautiful hijab-wearing woman smiled at Zahra who was familiar with her three friends.

"Come, we'll eat together. Bismillah...." Pak Ahmad do'a. So did his wife _Bu Azizah_ and Zahra.

While Amadhea, Alinda, and Greeta pray according to their respective beliefs.

They also had lunch together.

Meanwhile in the police.

"Sir, his fingerprints have been checked."

"Is that Amadhea's fingerprint?"

"No, those fingerprints aren't listed anywhere."

The policeman nodded his head. "Back to work."

"Ready, Sir!"

"It made my head turn seven all around," the policeman muttered after his subordinates left.

Amadhea went to school as usual. He saw Mr. Tarmin sitting under a shady tree in front of the gate.

"Sir Tarmin, good morning" said Amadhea.

"Morning, Non."

Amadhea also greeted Mr. Juki. "Good morning, Mr. Juki."

Mr. Juki smiled. "Good morning."

Amadhea entered her class and sat on her stool. There were only a few students already in the class. His close friends have not arrived.

"Am I parted?" Amadhea looked at her watch which showed it at 6:40.

Amadhea fiddled with her phone. He remembered the beach painting at his house. Out of curiosity, Amadhea is fiddling with "Dead Beach" on google maps.

Found her. Amadhea opened the location. True said the police, when viewed from the southwest, Dead Beach is similar to the beach painting in his home.

"Why is it called Dead Beach? Just make people afraid" muttered Amadhea. "But why were Aunt Merlin and Calvin there? Does it have anything to do with the painting in my house?"

The doorbell rings.

Amadhea looked seriously listening to Mr. Dedi's explanation on the blackboard that explained about the Geometric Line.

Suddenly Amadhea heard the laughter of a child. He looked at the window. He only saw the hair running from the window. However, the voice disappeared after being at the end of the window near the door. Amadhea thought the boy would appear at the door.

"Gum." Amadhea felt a cold gust from behind her ears. The girl turned her head and was immediately faced with the pale face of the all-white-eyed little boy.

So shocked, Amadhea jerked and immediately stood up until her knees hit the bottom of the table.

All eyes in the room were on him, including Mr. Dedi.

Amadhea froze getting strange gazes from everyone. Zahra, Alinda, and Greeta also looked at him. Fortunately, he did not scream. While the ghost of the little boy was still standing beside him.

"Why are you, Dhea?" ask Mr. Dedi.

"There are cockroaches, sir," Amadhea replied innocently. He looked beside her. The ghost of the little boy has disappeared.

"Yeah!!!" all the students in the class screamed while looking down at the table.

"Already, already, don't make a fuss, kids. There are no cockroaches in this class" Mr Dedi said.

All the students sat back on their benches. They looked towards Mr. Dedi's bald head. There's a cockroach up there.

Amadhea blinked her eyes many times.

Mr. Dedi felt a slippery movement in his head. He took the "thing" from his head. After seeing the live cockroach in his hand, Mr. Dedi cried out hysterically.

All the students in the XI-IPA-B class became panicked. They're drunk.

"They're a big fan, yes" whispered Zayn.

"For the vocal rehearsal time," replied Elan.

Xaga's gaze was fixed on the door.

Tessa, who was teaching, saw Zayn and Elan whispering. "Zayn, Elan!"

Both men jumped. They looked at Ms. Tessa. Xaga also looked at Ms. Tessa.

"Zayn explains the chicken's metamorphosis, while Elan explains the fish's metamorphosis!"

The break bell rings.

Amadhea and her friends went to the cafeteria as usual. They bought food and had lunch together at one table.

"Oh, yeah, Dhea. I told you Papa. He said at the hospital where Papa worked could have a DNA test. You just need to bring in two samples from two different people who want their DNA matched" Alinda said.

Amadhea brought something out of her bag. Two thick plastic bags are black. "This, I've brought the terms. Can the results come soon?"

"Well, you're prepared, yeah." Alinda received. "The result can not be mopping-cepet. Besides, it's not cheap."

"It's okay. My relatives have prepared the money. They want to know the results immediately" said Amadhea.

Alinda nodded. "All right."

Actually the DNA samples in both bags were strands of hair and a toothbrush belonging to Amadhea and the other belonged to her late father.

After the learning hours were over, all the students went home. Amadhea and Zahra came out of the school gate. They saw two woodcutters cutting down a large tree in front of the gate with a manual. There's Mr. Tarmin there too.

Mr. Ahmad's car stopped in front of the gate. Amadhea and Zahra came in.

"The tree's been cut down, sir?" ask Mr. Ahmad.

Mr. Tarmin replied, "Yes, sir. The tree is old, afraid of falling on people."

"Oh, so. Yes already, I'm first, yes, sir." Mr. Ahmad nodded his head.

"Yes, sir." Mr. Tarmin also nodded.

Because the tree was old and very large, the two lumbermen chose to use a chainsaw to cut down the tree, after the students and teachers came home.

"Can you use a chainsaw, sir?"

"It's okay, really. I was afraid to interfere with learning activities. Now everything is on the way home, really," replied Mr. Tarmin.

The big tree also fell. The two loggers hauled the wood into a truck.

Mr. Tarmin heaved a sigh of relief. "I don't need to be tired here anymore. Now that's enough for her."

At home, Amadhea was seen sitting at her study table. He is seriously doing the job.

"You want to go online, you want to go offline, the task remains stacked. Want the 2006 curriculum, want the 2013 curriculum, PR remains," muttered Amadhea.

It seems like almost all students complain about it. But there is no harm, really. Precisely PR and schoolwork that adds knowledge. And add to the dizziness too, anyway.

His phone rang making Amadhea gasp in shock. He saw a notification coming in. It was a chat from Alinda.

Alinda: Dhea, her DNA results will come out next week.

Amadhea: Oh, no problem. Thanks, Alin.

As Amadhea was about to return to writing, she was confused, as her book disappeared. Amadhea looked in the pile of books next to her. He didn't find it.

Amadhea heard the laughter of a child from the front of her room. He looked at the door that was slightly open. He saw a shadow of a child passing through the door of his room.

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^^^05.37 | 1 September 2021

^^^By Ucu Irna Marhamah^^^