The Successor of the Family
Congregate

Everyone is gathered at the dining table. Alan, who had woken up from his sleep and cleaned himself up, gathered together. Even there was Naufal, Rivan, and his mother as well. Mbok Imah did not come to dinner together because he had to keep her husband at home.

"Come matan. Long time check cih, kebulut Alan tempes you know." said Alan who immediately spooned the rice towards the plate.

"Eit... Let papa and the adults first take it," said Nadia reprimanding her son.

"Alan guess dewaca tok this. Long papa ladian, nundu starch taken from the tan? Manda.." said Alan casually take the rice on the table.

"Leave it. Like the children," said Andre who was lazy when arguing with Alan.

Nadia could only sigh. It seemed like he had to advise and talk heart to heart with Alan. So that the child can act and be polite. Nadia was worried that later her child would become an abusive. No matter the behavior that harms others and do not want to go to school.

Everyone ate in silence, except for Alan who continued to talk to Naufal. Many times Alan wanted to feed rice and chicken in large quantities but was driven away by Nadia. This child needs more supervision.

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One week Andre's family went home. Even Andre is back at work and the kids are leaving for school. Although Arnold left for school, Anara and Abel decided to homeschool.

"Sorry, Miss Nadia. This is how Alan often leaves class during class hours and does not return until the return hour is finished, yes" said Ms. Ningsih as the principal where Alan studied.

Ibu Ningsih has repeatedly received complaints and reports from some teachers who teach in Alan's class. The boy was always allowed to go to the toilet during class but did not return to class until the bell rang. Every time Alan answered with the same answer.

"Natural home, ma'am first. Ndak bica postponed" said Alan after being asked why he did not enter the class again.

"What did Alan eat this morning? I got to the bathroom a long time ago" asked the teacher who was still waiting in class.

"Matan cabe is two latus," replied the original Alan who then took his bag and left the classroom.

During the week so continues to choose to ask his parents. Moreover, every Alan was asked, the answer was never serious and even impressed original. Nadia who heard the complaint from the headmaster of her child's school could only sigh harshly.

"Sorry, mom. I don't understand why Alan is like that. Though I have told you to obey the teacher and diligent in learning," said Nadia who now looks frustrated face.

"Maybe be given more understanding, ma'am. Invite a conversation slowly," said Ibu Ningsih giving advice.

"Yes, mom. After this I will try to chat," said Nadia.

Nadia came out of the principal's room and went to Alan's class. Once there, it turns out that Alan is not in his class. It's still in class hours. Finally Nadia decided to look for Alan's whereabouts at the school.

Nadia was almost frustrated because she had to find Alan's whereabouts in the vast school. Anger dominates but there is a slight feeling of worry. Nadia was worried that something might happen to her son. After circling almost one school, suddenly his gaze was fixed on the figure of a small child lying on the grass of the backyard.

Nadia immediately approached Alan then sat down beside him. Nadia looked at Alan who closed her eyes. Judging from her moving eyes, Nadia was sure that her son was not sleeping.

"Her genitals went to the toilet, uh came to the park. A young child has dared to lie," said Nadia.

"Have known talo Alan don't want to check, uh stay in school. Very early, Alan was behind the check." Alan replied without feeling guilty.

Nadia could only shake her head to hear Alan's reply. He tried to pry information about his son which is very extraordinary when he said. Moreover, now Alan is in a difficult phase after many events in his family.

"So Alan really doesn't want to go to school anymore? If you go to school, you can take police education. You can be one of the country's apparatus," asked Nadia.

"Olang Alan mauna dadi. Alan was just vinegar shoot-out butan for dadi polici," upset Alan who seemed to accuse Nadia only as if just guessing.

"But if shooting so it must have a profession like that and compulsory school. Can't keep the name of the origin of the game," said Nadia trying to straighten her son's mind.

"Talo nembak wewek, what smooth check first?" asked Alan who just woke up from his bed position on the grass.

Rebellious to hear the question posed by Alan made Nadia upset. Since then, no one has offended a girl. But Alan could have even asked him that. He really wanted to catch his son because he spoke of origin.

"Kabul.." exclaimed Alan after seeing his mother glaring sharply at him.

Now Alan just ran away from the backyard of the school. It turns out that Alan chose to enter his class even though the clock back home school is only 5 minutes away. Teachers who teach can only resign and shake their heads.

"Alan, tomorrow collect your task that draws it. I want to make an assessment of the work you're doing" the teacher said as Alan left class after the bell rang.

"Alan becok ndak belangkat. Tacih caja cudah celatus value, ndak ucah patek blunt-tulump dambal." said Alan with his leisure.

"Eh... Why not go to school?" the teacher asked confused.

"Secok Alan was busy. There's a mici pentin" Alan said with his spirit.

Alan immediately dropped out of his class, leaving his teacher gaping in disbelief. I want him to give up being the teacher of this Alan. Though not only he who has been frustrated to face Alan but other teachers as well.

"Come home, unda. Tapek nih Alan cekolahna," said Alan casually approached the mother who was waiting for him.

"Capek what? Sleeping in the backyard of the school just said he was tired," upset Nadia who immediately took his son's hand.

"Lady out... Calah... Celba is Alan's talo nomong. Taek laduna Laisa," muttered Alan while shaking his head.