The Seventh Secretary (Secretary to Seven)
One

"Thank you, you didn't tell me about the money before" Stella said, looking down. He was scared of being labeled a liar.

Stella was taken by car to school.

"Where did you get that money?" ask Mr. Bowo another BK teacher besides Bu Fani. Mr. Bowo was in the front passenger seat.

"Ngumpulin money bekel, pa"

"How long did you spend the money to give to your father?"

"Three months pa"

"Three months" repeated Mr. Bowo in a soft voice.

"How much is your supply every day?" mr. Bowo's voice began to choked. While Bu Fani had wiped his nose and cheeks because the melt from both sources did not stop coming out.

"three thousand" replied Stella looking down deeply.

"Allah" Mommy Fani could not resist her lust. She immediately hugged Stella while stunned as they sat next to each other in the back seat.

"Mother, why cry? please don't pity me. I don't want to be weak"

Bu Fani nodded. Then they drive in silence. No one asked Stella. They reflect on each other and compare their lives with those who are still less grateful with what they already have and achieve at this time. While this child, his age in economic limitations, never complained about anything. Even the bullying he got at school never once did he complain or report. Even he was willing not to snack for the sake of giving a gift to the father.

They had reached the school and Stella held Fani's arm when she was about to step into the main door of the school.

"Sorry, about yesterday's time in the UKS, do you know what happened to my uniform and my glasses?"

Ms. Fani understood, but she promised the man not to tell her.

"Why are your uniforms and glasses the same? what's broken?" tanyanya then who then pretended to look at the entire body of Stella.

"Ah eng not ma'am. Precisely as I recall before both were damaged before I fainted"

"But both are okay, right? maybe that's your imagination. Udah, go in yuk, and ring bell again" invited Ms. Fani who did not want to go too far to discuss her secret that she must keep for the sake of the girl's self-esteem.

Bu Fani considered, this girl has high self-esteem, as is and does not want to be pitied. If he had told her, she would have been trying to pay him. Where tega.

"Stella" said Lusi patting her on the shoulder from behind making the bearded Stella surprised.

"K-you" Stella continued her steps.

"You are angry with me" said Lusi.

Stella glanced at him and smiled. He expects nothing.

"Sorry, I rushed home yesterday. My dad's got a hard time so I have to get home"

Stella held back her steps when Lusi called the word 'father'. The words he spoke after God.

"No pa pa pa. Your father's part is more important" Stella put on a smile.

"So you're not angry?"

Stella replied with a smile and shook her head.

Lusi smiled happily, he embraced Stella during the trip down the corridor interspersed with the insignificant chatter that Lusi started.

"Okay, I'm waiting in the cafeteria for a break"

"Wouldn't do it, I. I have to go to the library"

"I've guessed a genius student like you must be spending time with books. Hhhh.well I'll meet you at the library. Can I study with you? I'm a little stupid in counting" he asked.

"Of course" Stella answered enthusiastically. He was happy to share his knowledge with someone. Buddies. Only 1 person he has now.

Sure enough, during the break Stella was already waiting for him in the library. He took out several reference books containing basic and advanced formula formulas. Although he always used his method in searching for the final result, at least he explained it first according to the book.

"Stella.." cried Lusi as he ran carrying some snacks to the table that Stella had occupied.

"Sssstt... don't fill it" Stella scolds as she puts an index finger on her lips.

"You don't think learning is boring? what about laper?"

"Would you like to eat in the cafeteria, here's where to study, what if you get a book?"

They argue in whispers, still disturbing around them.

"Ekhem.." a person who was disturbed let out a loud deheman as a reprimand. They fold their mouths together.

Stella then explains what Lusi does not understand. Moreover, physics that discusses the problem of angle and slope, not to mention chemistry about the mixing of chemical elements, making Stella do not understand why Luci can enter IPA.

Stella explained that while occasionally being fed a snack by Susi, her face became funny when explaining while chewing. They laugh at their own behavior so that they do not feel the rest is over.

They parted ways as the bell signaled to return to their respective classes.

Stella feels the warmth in the new bond of friendship she has felt her whole life.

"It turns out to be this fun to have friends" he murmured inwardly.

Not that he does not want to be friends, but people who do not want to be close to him. And of course because of social status.

But Lusi is different. He did not feel close to her. He even asked to be friends with her first.

During the final lesson, Stella was focusing on creating perspective images. Every millimeter he can't miss.

tock

tock

jegrek

"Sorry, sir. Is there a tang named Stella here?" ask one of the teachers who was picketing in the front room of the school.

"Yes, ada. Is there a problem? Stella, someone's looking for you" asked the art teacher and called Stella.

"Ah, I am sir"

The picket teacher approached with a panicked face.

"You should pack your things and go with your father. Something happened to your father"

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Stella then put all the items on the table and then stepped following the picket teacher after saying goodbye by bowing her body to the teacher who was teaching.

His heart was not wretched, tears kept dripping, his quick steps followed the rhythm of the teacher's steps.

During the trip, Stella did not dare to ask what happened to her father, she was afraid the worst possibility really happened.

He's not ready yet.

He hasn't made his father happy.

Stella continues to chant the do'a during the trip, hoping to still be given the chance to make her dream come true with her father. The only one he has.

The teacher led him to an ER room in a small hospital.

"Sus, the accident patient named Arya Dipta next to where is it?" asked the teacher representing Stella who kept crying.

"Oh, please go to room 3, sir"

"Thank you"

"Wait"

Their steps were stopped by the sound of the cry of a 4-year-old woman.

"Created Arya? can I see it?" pinta the woman with a trembling voice.