The Injured
Nesha (Short Story)

The beautiful white-eyed girl was already sitting on her pink matic motorbike. Her name is Nesha Gem. Beautiful isn't? However, his life is not as beautiful as his name. Not as valuable as his last name.

He smiled when he saw the school children in white-gray uniforms laughing loosely like they had no burden. The motor they drive is also the latest output motor. The shoes they use are brand names.

"Say the white-gray period is the most pleasant time? But it's different with me." That was the little murmur that Nesha let out.

He continued to ride his bike until he turned to a cafe and stopped in front of the cafe. The warm greeting from Nesha's friends made Nesha smile happily.

”Again, Sha."

The heavy voice made Nesha bow her head politely. He is the owner of the cafe where Nesha works. Nugro Nugroho.

"Morning too, Mommy."

Nugro's smile is able to make women who see it will be fascinated. Unlike Nesha who thought it was ordinary.

Nesha worked as usual. Clean the cafe before the operating hours are opened. After that help the cooks in the kitchen. Whatever Nesha's doing.

Today, the cafe is not too crowded. So, Nesha could relax a little. He sat sweetly while watching the visitors coming from the direction of the kitchen glass.

His eyes did not blink when he saw a person in a dark shirt sitting at a table close to the glass. It was so perfect that man in Nesha's eyes.

"If you had a boyfriend like that" he murmured softly.

The pat on Nesha's shoulder made Nesha wake up. He snapped it was Nugro who patted him on the shoulder.

"Take the cappuchino to the table there," pointed it at the man Nesha admired.

"Ba-good, Mas."

After the cappuchino that the coffee barista makes is finished. Nesha brought Nugro's order towards the man. His heart suddenly beat extremely fast as his steps drew nearer.

"Please drink, Mas."

The man who was focusing on the rectangular screen turned his head. Both of their eyes are locked. Like admiring each other.

"Had been the boss forgot the old friend."

Nugro's words made their gazes cut off. Nesha hurriedly returned to the kitchen. However, his hand was blocked by Nugro.

"Make me avocado juice, but I want you to make it for me." Nesha nodded with a small smile.

A faint smile fell on Rindra's lips. Staring at Nugro while shaking his head.

"Kayak boy!" ejek Rindra's.

The laughter between the two men was heard. Mocking each other and telling trivial things. But they can make them happy.

"Mas, this is the juice." The presence of Nesha made Rindra who was laughing staring at Nesha back.

Her perfect beauty.

Rindra was still staring at Nesha who was getting away from her. There were a lot of questions on his mind about the beautiful girl. Moreover, his relationship with Nugro looks very close.

"What's concerned, lo?" sergeant Nugro.

Nugro stared at Rindra. "Don't fuck around. He's still innocent" threatened Nugro. He knew what Rindra was thinking.

"Suudzon to you!" sergeant.

Go in the morning and go home at night. That is the routine of Nesha activities every day. Never complained even though the sweat soaked his body.

Nesha's smile expanded as she looked towards a woman who had already greeted her with a warming smile.

"Good night, Mother." .

Nesha gently rubbed a medium-sized figura in which was a photo of her late mother.

"Mom's smile is always the same, warm and soothing. Sha dear Mother."

Figured the figura, did not feel clear bulir fell wet Nesha's cheeks.

"It's been four years, Mom. The child who always complains tired and tired is now a little bit of a strong child. Although, Sha's heart is not as strong as steel. Often fragile and crying by themselves. Moreover, if Sha is missing Mom's warm embrace."

Nesha vented all her heart. Poor kid dumped like shit by his own real father. Left abandoned and having to struggle to support himself hardened the life of the capital.

"Pray Sha keep going, ma'am. So Sha can deal with all this."

Nesha wiped away her tears. Choose to go into the bathroom to clean his body. After that, his feet stepped towards the kitchen, there were only two eggs, a pack of noodles and rice less than a liter. He looked towards the calendar. It is only the twentyth. He received a salary of thirty.

"Must save," he murmured.

Nesha still remembered, the money in her wallet was one hundred thousand. That's for the gas money. Tonight, he should be able to endure hunger.. Let it drink plenty of water to prop up its starving stomach.

"Mother, don't be sad, Sha is used to this."

Nesha's lips were able to smile, but her heart was crying out loud. Missed the mother beside her. A mother's warm embrace is soothing. However, right now he could feel that only in a dream.

Nesha laid her body on a very thin bed. He looked up at the ceiling of the room with pushy eyes.

"Anda-"

Nesha did not continue her words. It hurts too much, if you have to keep wondering. Nesha chose to close her eyes with the sound of worms in her stomach that was protesting.

Next to Nesha lay down. There is an open notebook. Beautiful handwriting adorned the white sheet of the book.

Mother ...

Sha, tired. Sha wants to live like before. Sha wants to catch up with mom.

Today, Sha starved Mom. The money I gave you is up to rent this contract. With only two thousand left, Sha bought bread to prop up Sha's starving stomach. That's Sha for two, ma'am. Two leave for tonight, so Sha can sleep well.

Sorry, Mom.

Sha always complains. Maybe, Sha is not used to it. If, it's used to it, Sha won't keep complaining to mom.

Pray for Sha, Mom.

So that Sha can face this difficult life. Sha dear mom. Hopefully, we'll see you later, Mom.

The handwriting of a high school boy whose mother had left him. Live in the capital. He is the son of a rich man. However, he was thrown away like trash by his own biological father because of blinding greed.

Fortunately, he had a friend named Cella. Cella's sincerity of being friends with him makes Nesha feel not alone. It was Cella who asked Nugro for a job for Nesha, so that Nesha could pay for her school and her life. It's not that Cella won't help, it's Nesha who doesn't want to trouble Cella.

Nesha recalled her father's words before throwing them away.

You're a fucking child! Anyone who is close to you will definitely feel bad luck.

From there, Nesha began to limit herself to befriending the children of the rich. Only Cella became his friend because only Cella did not feel unlucky to be close to him.