The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
Basketball Court

Salma ignored Zafir's question. Think of it as the wind. He does not want to share his problems with others.

"Ga exists. Mending you focus on the same lesson. Rather than a whiteboard eraser drifting into us," he said.

Zafir chuckled small. "Mon maap nih's. Lo forgot? The slate's touchscreen." Meanwhile, Salma was seen to be holding in shame.

The afternoon lesson was spent by Indonesian language hours. Now time shows at half-time. Time to go home for Bratadikara High School.

"Kids for your duty. Don't forget to write an individual poem. After that, there was my lesson time. It is recited in pairs like a series of poems. I'll make a draw with whom you pair up. Anybody want to ask?" ask bu Citra.

"none. We understand ma'am" said all the students. After that, Mom left the class. The students are scrambling to get out of class.

Salma was tidying up her books. And so did Zafir. Both of them were still inside the classroom when all the disciples had left.

"Lo's running straight home?" ask Zafir.

Salma shook her head. "Gue has to clean up the basketball court first."

"Do you want me to help you?" ask Zafir.

"That's necessary. And please don't look at me with a look of pity. I'm worried" replied Salma. After saying that, Salma left the class.

"This is the guy why. How sensi from earlier. PMS again, huh? Or does he have a problem?. Because I am a good teacher. I will suck up to the child," said Zafir monologue.

Salma looked at the basketball court in front of her. It's really dirty, like months not on the broom. It will take a long time to clean it.

"This is the school janitor on leave or what the hell? This oath is dirty. I should have received Zulkipli's offer. Aelahh these are the characteristics of the pepper-rada girl," complains Salma. I think he wants to cry. Should have been if maybe he was even home.

"okay Salma. Let's execute. It must be clean or Rani will protest with me. Yes today hockey I don't kepake" he continued.

Meanwhile, Zafir is now in the cafeteria. He was ordering rice packs and cold drinks. "Bu order the most delicious packaged rice two equal cold drinks two yes. Uh yes add mineral water one yes," he said.

"Ready. But a lot of it. Want to directly abisin two servings?" ask the canteen.

Zafir scratched his non-itchy nape. "It's actually one serving for my tea ma'am. I saw he had not had lunch. It still has the law of clean field. Kasian," he said.

"Masyaallah mas Zafir is very attentive. Must be lucky. If Zafir has graduated from school already adoptive mother became a ghost," said the canteen's mother who was further away according to Zafir.

Soon the cafeteria mother brought Zafir's order and packed it in plastic.

"This is the order don't forget to finish. That's mother love more little nasi nasi let full," said the mother canteen.

Zafir smiled as well. "Thank you mom. Here's the money" he said, handing a fifty-thousand note.

The canteen mother also received the money. "But the change. I'll take it for a minute."

But at that moment, Zafir prevented it. "It's back for me."

"Alhamdulillah. Hopefully Zafir will continue to learn. Can achieve the dream," said the canteen mother.

Salma continues to sweep the many leaves scattered on the basketball court. There were even two large sacks he packed.

"Aseli ngeselin is severe," he complained while wiping the sweat.

"Benevolent craving. Can I help you?" asked Zafir who had suddenly appeared behind Salma. Salma who was about to turn around was surprised.

"ZULKIPLI WHEN DO YOU NOT NGAGETIN GUE MULU??" shouts Salma annoyed.

Zafir covered his ears tightly. Salma's voice now sounded like a mosque toa. Real loud. "Yes yes, yes. Not intentionally."

"I haven't executed yet" said Salma.

"Patience. I have mineral water. Do you want to?" tawar Zafir's.

Salma which was from the beginning was very thirsty immediately drank the mineral water until the toilet. Zafir who saw it even gawked.

"Can anyone be this thirsty?"

Zafir just shook his head. He took hold of the broom and collected the remaining leaves that were still spreading. After all collected. Zafir then put it in a garbage bag.

Salma who saw him smiled. It's been helped by Zafir here. "Thanks, help me."

"Either. Do you want to see me working there? Help me out" said Zafir.

"Yes, this will also help you," Salma replied as she returned to pick up the leaf litter and put it in a garbage sack.

It didn't feel like twenty minutes they were collecting the leaves. Now the originally very dirty basketball court is very clean.

"Finally done too" cried Salma delightedly. He looks to stretch his body which is starting to stiffen.

Zafir smiled looking at the smile on Salma's face. "Gue bought you food. Let's eat together."

"Sabi is very fitting I laper," replied Salma.

They ate together under a shady tree. The sunlight is not as hot as before and the wind is also blowing lightly so as to make the atmosphere calm.

Without them noticing, Dinar himself had been watching them. Salma's step-sister had been waiting for her brother for hours here.

"I'm not going home now Mama must be worried. Papa too. But if I go home not with brother Salma later papa angry how," he said monologue.

"You know again. The important thing is that I am ngabarin Salma. Let me take an ojek online." he continued.

Considering various circumstances. Dinar finally ordered the online taxi. He hoped that this action would make a mistake and make a fuss at home. But no one knows how it will go ahead, right?