The Shadow Of Love
Stalker

Today, I was forced to go to school with a sick feeling. Not only the result of the Father's slap, but also the result of Mother's anger. 

Instead of being happy because I defended her, Mom scolded me all out. Again, I just condemned my stupidity for repeating the same thing. Many times this has happened in our lives. However, she always turned a blind eye for her love for her. 

All my brothers decided to wander also out of boredom with our poor life. Having an irresponsible father, and a mother who prioritizes her love for her husband rather than the feelings of children. 

Of all the six children including me, there were only two older brothers who still gave us news, as well as occasionally sending money to help the economy. Others are like children who have no parents. 

I am currently in class. The Indonesian teacher was also giving us materials. If I'm always enthusiastic about this lesson, not now. My mind was wandering somewhere. 

"OK, now anyone want to help me write on the board or read the material as usual?" ask the teacher with the name tag Bambang. 

"Yes, it's usually Elo who helps Mr. Bam, right?" Sita nudged my arm when I did not answer her question. 

"What, Sit?" ask her. 

"That's Lo at the same duty as Mr. Bam," he said, pointing at Mr. Bambang with his head gesture. 

"No, deh! Just go there. I'm tired," I refused which immediately made Sita surprised. 

"Lo's got a problem, huh?" ask her with a probing look. 

"Nothing. Go there, change me!" I cried with a witty. 

"Tasha, Sita! What are you guys talking about? Anyone want to help you, no?" ask him to us. 

"He-he, no, sir. My writing is not good, if Tasya is not well anymore," Sita replied to Pak Bam. 

"Loh, Tasya's sick?" ask the teacher as he walks closer. 

I shook my head and said, "No, sir. Just a little dizzy, really!" 

"Yes, to the UKS first. Ask for a dizzy medicine there," said Mr. Bam gave advice. 

"No need, sir. I rest here only," concluded me who responded to a nod of the head by my favorite teacher. 

"If you get dizzy, say, Dad! I don't want you to do anything." That is why I idolize Mr. Bambang, the teacher whom I call Mr. Bam more often. He is a teacher who cares about his students. 

During the lesson, I just hid my head with my arms. Actually I did it to hide the tears that shed from both corners of the eye. 

My disappointment with my mother has grown. I don't know how I should behave to him anymore. Defending him not to be hit by the Father was I considered wrong. Do I have to be willing to see you hit Mom with your big hand? That's not possible for me to do. 

"Yes, Lo why, anyway?" ask Sita when I go back to hide my face with my arms. 

"Gue ain't nothing, Sit. You just calm down," I replied without wanting to show my face that began to sink.

"Sit, yes, I'm going to the cafeteria. You two want what's the nitip?" ask the Goddess. 

"Gue no, deh, Wi," I replied, but not with my stomach. Worms on my stomach protested until it made quite an embarrassing sound. How not, this morning I did not become breakfast because of the storm with the Father. 

Shame from worms in the stomach, I finally showed my face. Before that, I wiped away the trail of tears that had flooded my cheeks. 

"Mouth said no, but the stomach said another," said Dewi who responded to Sita's light laughter. 

"Udah, same thing, Wik. Cake is usually that," said Sita decided. 

The goddess passed away from us, Sita looked back at me. I know, my best friend started to get suspicious of my gloomy attitude today. 

"Lo doesn't think I'm a friend, does he?" ask her with a slightly pressing tone. 

"Kok, Lo by the way, anyway. Lo same Goddess is my best friend," I said assured. 

"But Lo's attitude doesn't show that Lo thinks we're best friends, yes. You always check everything alone!* exclaimed Sita who began to careless. 

"Gue's sorry. But ... I need time to make a story of all this," I said. 

"Time, and time. That keeps the reason Lo, Sya! I've been bored of it!" snarl Sita to me. I know, he's starting to lose his temper. 

"Tomorrow I tell you guys. But not now, Sit. I still need to filter everything with my common sense," I replied that only Sita responded by plotting her eyes. 

While we were chatting, the phone in the pocket of the skirt shook. Soon I picked up that yellow flat object. On the screen was seen a foreign number that was starting to be familiar in my vision was calling. 

"Who, Yes?" ask Sita when I don't take the call right away. 

"I don't know. Foreign number" I replied, showing her my phone. 

"Try on!" sita's proposal that I responded with a headband. 

"Let me lift up!" the screams immediately grabbed my phone. 

"Don't, Sit! That's a number stalkers know!" I cried, but it was too late. Sita has already picked up a call from someone who has been sending me messages for a few days.