The Stairway To Love
11.

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Anggi got down his father's car and quickly smiled welcoming Oma who was waiting in front of the gate. The old woman returned a wide smile from Anggi. As Anggi closed the door and looked around, he was amazed.

The vast expanse of rice fields is visible from between people's houses and shady trees everywhere. The village looked very peaceful and filled with friendly people. Some people seemed to be working on their rice fields, and Anggi's gaze was fixed on a man riding a bicycle away from him.

Anggi turned his body and looked at Endy who was diving into Oma. He thought that Endy would agree to buy him a bike instead of a motorcycle or a car. The girl's steps quickly arranged towards the gate and followed the oma's hand movements. He greeted the old grandmother kindly. He hugged her tightly, very warmly.

"The Oma kangen!" whispered slowly.

"Oma too baby!"

Anggi took off his embrace then alternated with Dina. They smile at each other and Anggi imagines that this is a family vacation. Would be very happy if it really happened. But Anggi cast off his shadow. It hurts to accept such a situation.

"Let's go in! The stuff will come Papa's!" endy said then walked towards the trunk.

Dina, Anggi, and Oma walked in through the front door. Welcomed by the air from within and the coolness of the tiles that are beneath them. They sit in the living room.

"Take a drink!" Anggi moved, his feet slowly towards the kitchen.

He had a very good idea about the order of the house. He used to live there on vacation with his extended family. And now not just on vacation, but living with oma throughout the new school year. Or maybe when you graduate from High School. I don't know, Anggi hasn't thought about it.

Arriving in the kitchen, Anggi tried to hear what Oma and Dina were talking about. It was a pity that they spoke so quietly, that Anggi could not hear them. Understandably, the distance between the living room and kitchen is quite far. In the hallway the left right contains the bedroom.

Anggi grabbed the glass arranged on the plate rack. Then start making warm tea for the four of them. Anggi is less sure that Endy agrees to linger at Oma's house. But the looks of his face, he will be home soon when all is finished talking.

Ready to make tea, Anggi put it on a tray. Then walked over and found Dina and the oma sitting down and put the glasses on the glass table. Looks like Endy finished taking down all of Anggi's stuff and making it near the door. The man sat beside Anggi.

"So so!" said Dina continued her conversation that had not been heard by Anggi.

"Actually we have also said the same Anggi—" said Endy but his words were cut by Oma.

"Pig!" call the old grandma. "You go in and take your suitcase to your room! Oma readyin the room in the hallway specifically for you, the rest will help make a solution."

Anggi. He understood Oma's intentions, so that she wouldn't hear what they were talking about in the living room. Fast as lightning Anggi headed for the doorway and pulled two large black suitcases of his. He quickly dragged the suitcase and entered the hallway, then opened the door of the room opposite to Oma's room.

The girl entered, but did not immediately tidy up her belongings. He tried to stick an ear to the door and eavesdrop on what they were talking about. Although their voices are vague, but Anggi can hear a little of their conversation.

"It's not that Endy is the same Dina does not want to catch mom, but there is business" said Endy sprightly.

"Yes mom, sorry!" continued Dina.

"But at least there's a last day where Anggi can feel his family is complete." hardik Oma.

"Sorry mom, Endy can't."

"Dina can't be mom!"

Anggi pulled his ear from the door, then sat on the edge of the bed. The mature aur began to flow and her sobs were held back so as not to attract the attention of the entire house. The girl cried in silence to curse the fate that so cornered her.

Anggi observed his entire room while trying to forget about this. Although tears still flowed down her cheeks, the girl opened the window of the room to brighten her room that looked dim without lights.

The window was bounded by black bars and there was still a courtyard that bounded it with the gate of the house. Back Anggi turned around and swept a glance across his entire room at this moment. Oma really arranged the room well and in accordance like Anggi's heart. Oma did know the content of the girl's teak.

The room was spacious, leaving plenty of space even though the bed was so big. The closet is empty and ready to be filled by Anggi clothes. Study table and study lamp chair. Dressing table with large glass and dolls beloved Anggi who evacuated to the house Oma when Anggi was still small.

Anggi headed to the black suitcase he had placed at the end of the room. Actually he didn't want to clean things up at the moment. She hoped her father and mother would come to the room and tell her that she was not getting a divorce and that they would go back to the city.

"Crazy!" pekik Anggi suddenly realized that his wishful thinking was no longer reasonable. Even if her parents don't get divorced, she won't be able to leave Oma alone.

The girl quickly opened her suitcase and saw her well-groomed clothes. He carried everything carefully and moved all his clothes just as a knock came from outside the room.

It's five o'clock, not felt. Anggi quickly opened the room door and looked at Oma with a mentally warm smile towards her. "Papa Mama's ear to the gate baby!"

Anggi nodded then walked with Oma towards the door and saw Endy and Dina already in front of the gate. Anggi ran towards them and hugged the two alternately. They will not meet in a planned manner from now on. It can be said that Anggi is not sure when to meet them.

"It's fine here, Anggi!" dina.

Anggi smiled. "Yes Ma!"

"Papa go first!" endy shouted as he arrived at the front door of the car.

Anggi looked at the car as it was about to go fast for a moment after turning back. Half-waving the girl tried to adjust the look on her face so as not to look dull in front of Oma.

"Let's help clean up the room!" oma said suddenly.

"Geez!" call Anggi. "What if Anggi doesn't have a friend here? What if Anggi becomes a child who keeps in the house? It's not cool!"

"Who said?" ask Oma wonder. "Later Oma knew the neighbor's son who was the size of you, his name was Cleo. That kid who used to come here every day with Oma!"

"Oma still a rantang subscription?" Anggi raised his eyebrows.

"Kan because Oma can not cook early in the morning." replied the old grandmother.

Anggi frowned. "If so let Anggi aja masakin every morning. Anggi cuisine is not much different from Mama's cuisine."

"Later Oma thought. Now we go in yuk!" bring Oma.

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Tonight Bass can only sit on the bright terrace of Aunt Helen's house. Matang observes the village streets that are passed by motorbikes only once twice in a period of one hour. So different from a crowded city and always a teaser for Bass to dart out playing with his friends.

Descending a fate that he considered to be vile, his eyes soared into such a vast sky. Imagine how his friends are in a time when the signal likes to disappear suddenly without a trace. Bass exhaled in frustration and began counting the days. The suspension period has passed, but this holiday still has to be passed here.

"Three weeks!" he said to himself.

Bass re-emerged at his thoughts. It turns out that the task of physics should also be a daily meal from this point on. Because Bu Ani who gives unmitigated duties, the number of fifty questions. Maybe it's normal, but it's amazing for an IPS kid like Sebastian Prananda.

"Bass!" call Helen suddenly. The man immediately glanced spontaneously and saw the woman approaching with a mobile phone in her hand.

Bass understood what Helen meant, he clicked in annoyance and grabbed the phone from Helen's hand. Helen could only stand still.

"What?" bass asked impolitely, his regretful ranking.

"Your manners!"

Bass rolled his eyes irritated. "Yes! What papa?"

"Wish you changed a lot there! Don't be ashamed Papa dong! You also have to be able to forget your friends who are not pantes for you!"

"Pa!" pekik Bass strong. "You don't know who Bass's best friend is, don't take them!"

"It's for your good! You think Papa agrees that you're close to the person who took you to the obvious lane!"

"Papa has the right to snatch Bass, but don't insult them! Papa doesn't know anything about them!"

"But papa knows all about you!"

Bass frowned and handed the phone to Helen. He entered the house and saw that Cleo was standing in the doorway of his room. It appears that he was listening to Bass and his father on the phone. He was getting annoyed, his steps were getting faster then entering his room.

Bass sat on the lip of his bed. He glanced at the clock that showed it at eight o'clock in the night. Started to get sick of Bagas who every time freely snapped in front of Helen.

"Gue can't keep gini!" suddenly said.

With lightning the man grabbed the small black backpack he had brought from his home. He put a pair of clothes and a power bank inside. The man picked up the phone on the table. The man looked at his entire room.

The plan is, run away.

He thought living in the village would slightly reduce the burden of Bagas. It turned out that still his father haunted the man more than what he did at home. As soon as Bass understood that Bagas was setting him up too blatantly, the man was clear-cut.

Bass opened the window of his room. He glanced towards the quiet side streets and only a light could be seen from the slit window of the house across the street. On the main road was also empty, only the sound of the wind blowing shook the leaves of the trees.

The man climbed up the window and set his feet in the gap of the so many flower pots arranged beside his room. He walked slowly and then reached the end of the wall.

Bass looked up at the terrace, but Helen had entered the house. Bass breathed a sigh of relief, then walked slowly towards the end of the terrace. The man grabbed the bicycle and led it to the front of the fence. Slowly but surely, Bass opened the fence hinge. Try not to make any noise that makes the house person suspicious.

Bass took out a bicycle and arrived in front of the inner fence

be silent. The man glanced to the left right to make sure that no one would see that he would run away from Aunt Helen's house.

The reason was simple, he was sick of being terrorized by Bagas.

Instantly Bass's gaze stopped on someone who had just turned towards the alley of Oma's house. The girl grumbled at the hair covering her face as she lowered her head while playing the phone.

At first Bass thought about what would happen if the girl focused too much on her phone and fell over. But over time he realized something. His hair, height, and posture. The girl wears a white sleeve and pants equal to her knees. The girl looked familiar to Bass.

"Watch?" ask him to yourself.

Once again Bass glanced at the girl until her shadow was cast away by another house. He was sure and not sure if it was Anggi.

"Ga might be rich! That's where Anggi might be! He lives in the city!" hiss Bass alone.

The first step that Bass was about to take suddenly stopped when he saw that some people were about to pass through his house. If considered from afar, one of them is Pak RT. Thick moustache and people he knew when buying things at the stall.

"Great!" his screeches.

The man re-entered the courtyard of Aunt Helen's house. He walked down the path leading to the terrace, then re-parked the bike. He also immediately set his intention.

"When I go, where do I go? Going to town is equally caught! Yes, Papa will have many complaints to track my whereabouts. If you have to be an abandoned child!"

Bass re-entered his room through the window. His feet were covered by sandals and landed on the bed. I don't know what the man was thinking so he had to be stupid.

He quickly threw the bag to the end of the room and sat down on the chair. His hand reached for the bottle of mineral water in his school bag. Bass gulped it a few times until the bottle was empty without filling.

Back he linked his thoughts to the girl he met up in front earlier. Is that really Anggi? If so, what's his business here? Or maybe just similar?

"Bodoamat!" he told himself. "Why am I trying back? Bodoamat also I want to be an abandoned child! Than should the same Bagas? But yes too! If only Papa was rich Aunt Helen, that's it! It's delicious! Lah this?"

That night Bass missed it with an unrelenting curse on his heart. The squeaks really made him tired until he finally stopped to think about it.

What's the point of thinking about that anyway? It would make his father change and become a little better for him. In fact, it will only make Bass worse because it knows that it will not happen. A cold hope that Bass prayed for Bagas to be warm, private that could make him lucky to have a father.

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