The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 7. There are still a lot of good people

When forced to be silent.

When we are required to accept that we are doing wrong.

When asked to say goodbye even if you still want to try.

Don't surrender.

Just remember the faces of loved ones who will always remind if giving up is not an option.

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# Sherina POV #

Yogyakarta…..

When I was a child, I heard about Yogyakarta as a student city. I wondered, why not another city? Why should Yogyakarta?

At that time I was very small to know if the answer could easily be found on the Internet, so from some of the books I read in the school library I finally concluded that there are several reasons why Yogyakarta is called a student city.

The first is probably because Yogyakarta has the most campuses in Indonesia, around 60 campuses. So do not be surprised if one campus and another campus are close together.

Second, most of the campuses there are also accredited so there is no need to doubt the quality and facilities in

offer.

Third, many graduate students from campuses in Yogyakarta who have successful careers in large companies, in government agencies, become entrepreneurs, even work abroad.

The fourth reason has to do with the previous reason. The number of successful students attracts students, both from inside and outside Yogyakarta. Moreover, the cost of living in this city is also quite affordable, very suitable for students who are still studying. And for the last reason I think it also fits my current condition very well.

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Although heavy, but finally Bibi Wita allowed me to bring Mother with me to Yogyakarta.

During a month of living with Aunt, I found many similarities between Father and Aunt one of which is the love of both of them in cayenne pepper, all the food that goes into her mouth must be accompanied by cayenne pepper.

remembering that makes me miss Dad.

Already 2 hours of travel passed, I glanced at Mother who was sitting by my side, Mother looks very calm and normal while sleeping.

True said Bibi, Mother's beauty has not changed even in the current conditions. But not 5 minutes I finished my speech, Mother suddenly woke up and shouted hysterically, making other passengers panic.

Mr. Driver was forced to stop the speed of his vehicle, and helped some passengers to get off because Mother was getting out of control.

“We were hit by Sherina.. Being hit,” That's what Mother kept shouting.

I hugged Mother tightly, I even sobbed because this time Mother did not stop hysterical.

Until another car pulled over to help us. From inside the car I saw Mr. Driver talking to a middle-aged woman, and she got in the car.

“Excuse me son, sorry I bothered you,” said the woman.

“Include, my name is Bu Ayu, I work in the social service at a rehabilitation center,”.

Hearing that Bu Ayu was working in the Social Service, I instinctively hugged Mommy. I was just worried that Bu Ayu separated me from Mommy.

“May I know, what's your name? And is this Madam your Mother?” tanyakanya.

“My name is Sherina, and it is true that she is my Mother, what is it?”

“I want to offer help to you, said Mr Your destination driver to Yogyakarta? Coincidentally our goal is the same, will you come with my car?” bargained for.

But I do not immediately agree, I remember having read lately many modes of crime by offering help first, especially for teenage girls like me.

Maybe Ms. Ayu found out what I was thinking, she gave me her business card. The name was written by Bu Ayu with the position as the leader of a Rehabilitation Center.

“Sherina, I really appreciate your thoughtful attitude, but please think about it

comfort your mother if you have to travel with many new people

encountered it. Also think of the other passengers, maybe they are there

urgent and hasty needs,” said Bu Ayu.

I looked at the faces of the passengers who were now standing on the side of the road, only 1-2 people who put a look of compassion on us while the others looked unfriendly, I so

consider the words of Bu Ayu.

“Alright Mom, thank you Bu Ayu for helping us and sorry if Mom was offended because of my attitude earlier,” I said.

Ms. Ayu replied to me with a smile, then she helped me move my things.

Now I, Mommy, and Bu Ayu again continue our journey which still takes about 1-2 hours.

“Sherina, may I ask what your destination is to Yogyakarta?” ask Bu Ayu.

“I just graduated SMA Bu, and intend to apply for college at one of the campuses in

Yogyakarta,” answered.

“There is a campus you have chosen? Where does your family live?”

This time I didn't answer, I just shook my head.

“You mean? Don't you have a purpose? No family there?” ask Bu Ayu to make sure.

I saw a look of disbelief there.

“Bu, my family just had an accident. And my mother is one of the survivors and my father and sister are gone,”.

“I went to Yogya in hopes of getting a scholarship to college, just like when I was in school in Jakarta,”.

Ms. Ayu silenced, I saw that she was busy with her phone and called someone.

Before long he turned back and smiled at me, “Sherina, it looks like you're a lucky child,” he said excitedly.

“You know, I just contacted one of my colleagues who works as a lecturer. He thinks it's too late to sign up for college now. But specifically

for courses with scholarship program, the test will be held tomorrow,”

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Meeting Bu Ayu is like a miracle. If I think back, it turns out there is wisdom behind the events of Mother who was hysterical on the trip earlier. We met Bu Ayu who helped me with many things.

After arriving at the rehabilitation center where Bu Ayu works, he showed me what kind of place he works.

There I found some people who were also depressed like Mother, there were several doctors and nurses.

Actually almost the same as a mental hospital, it's just that this place is more reserved for people who have economic problems so they can not check themselves

to doctor.

After considering many things, I finally agreed with Bu Ayu's proposal.  I'll leave Mommy here, Mommy no

there were doctors and nurses watching him.

After saying goodbye to Mother, I immediately boarded an online ojek to go to the campus recommended by Bu Ayu.

It's only 30 minutes away and I've arrived at the campus gate. I set my foot to meet a lecturer whose name was written on a piece of paper given by Bu Ayu.

After finishing with the registration, I decided to go around the campus looking for a place to stay overnight because tomorrow, but unfortunately there is no more empty.

Tired of going around, my stomach rang asking to be fed immediately. I see

there are a lot of food stalls around the campus.

Kumasuki one by one, closely watching the list of prices listed. Countless were how many gazes of disgust I received from the students who were enjoying their meal.

It was only at the 4th stall that I found the appropriate price. Food menu with the cheapest price of the many menus from the 4 stalls I have visited.

After ordering, I sat down at one of the tables in the corner of the room. Not long Si Mbok

the shop owner followed me with a plate of rice with vegetable side dishes, fried tempeh, and egg ceplok.

“Good to enjoy Miss,” he said.

I who was enjoying my lunch, felt a little uncomfortable when the stalls were getting crowded

visitors. All the tables were full, even they were sitting in a row. But not at the table I was eating at, only I was sitting there.

“It seems they are not sitting with me, my inner”.

I speeded up my meal, but still the sharp gaze of the waiting students, made me unable to properly digest my food.

With a heavy heart, I finally finished my lunch, “Sadly once the food will be wasted, my inner”.

As he was about to get out, some people chose to avoid me, but some others even purposely blocked him

my path is only to insult and curse, my,

“If you are geeky, geeky only, do not

lelet also dong,” so he said.

Although I felt I had done nothing wrong, I just kept quiet. There is no point in me fighting, it is the same as jumping into the abyss because I am very sure if I fight then no one will defend me.

One problem is solved.

Now where I'm going to sleep tonight is what I was thinking about

these.

Netraku scanned the area around the stall, then looked at a bunch of kids

the ones wearing the mukenah and the koko clothes, it looks like they are going to the mosque.

The masjid? Yeah, that

is answer. Thank God for helping me, I thought.

I followed

a bunch of kids earlier, and really lucky because it turns out the only mosque

100 Meters from campus.

I asked for permission

to a Mr. Ustadz, and it's good that he allowed me to stay at

mosque inventory storage room.

It doesn't feel like night

arriving, after participating in the congregation Prayer Isya I chose to stay on the terrace of the mosque and study some books for the preparation of tomorrow's test because the room I would sleep in did not have lights for lighting.

Drowsiness started attacking me, probably because today was quite tiring for me. I decided to go to bed, even though I hadn't read all the books.

Dark, which there is only a slight refractive light from the sidelines of the wooden door that closes this room. Maybe tomorrow my body will be filled with red spots from the bite

mosquito.

And for the first time I had to sleep on a used cardboard

I'm alacing it with cloth.

Although heavy, but I'm sure I can get through it. I should be able, for Mother's sake, for Aunt's sake, and

for Father and Fiyyah. There are still many good people in this world, I met some of them today.

Being in a condition like tonight, although difficult but the pain has not been able to match the damage

my heart when I have to lose my father and fiyyah. His pain could not match the pain of the wound that Gibran cut when he tortured me that night.

I regret remembering Gibran, as a result tonight my tears continue to linger and the next morning I wake up with swollen eyes.

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