The Suffering of the Raised Child
Chapters. 8 Lost

Mahalini continued to act calmly against the man who had snapped her just now, she did not know anymore when the man did not believe her words, even though he was really lost, she thought.

''Are you the henchmen next door!'' ask again with a ketus. Mahalini herself could only squeeze the tip of her cardigan hearing the question.

''Answer!!'' his jolt made Mahalini grimace at his hearing.

''A-I'm being-truth lost brother,'' Mahalini tried to tell the truth once again, but instead of believing instead the man in front of her instead called some friends of his.

Mahalini was afraid that she was at anything by a group of men who had just gathered. ''I'm not going to say anything, Lini really got lost up to here, earlier The nanya line was the same student lecturer room, but instead was sent here, ''' again Mahalini tried to explain to them all. Now Mahalini's face was pale eloquent, afraid of the men in front of him doing something like that.

A few minutes later one of his friends came to the location where Mahalini was now, whispering to the man.

The man who was not yet known by his name nodded slowly and immediately told his friend to disperse, ''You go, ''' he said.

Mahalini who had closed her eyes immediately opened wide after being in a sense of security. 'I'm glad they all left, but?what did I do so that the woman pranked me like that, ' Mahalini murmured in her heart.

''You come with me now!'' invite him with a tinge and also rule. Mahalini can only nod resignedly, he does not know who to complain to who on this campus, while he is just a new student who does not know the ins and outs of this campus, and again? he also did not know his classmates.

With a slow step Mahalini followed the footsteps of men who stepped wide, so Mahalini was left far behind from the men in front of her.

''In addition to being a coward, it turns out you are slow too, '' exclaimed the man who is usually called Devan by all his friends, the coolest guy in the famous campus in this city.

''Sorry, '' said Mahalini who is still stepping his feet slowly.

''Already, you better hurry his way or I will stay here you, '' Devan's voice screeched in the senses of Mahalini's listeners.

Mahalini could only catch her breath and blow her clenched palm, then she put it on her right ear and her left ear for ringing.

''In front of the lecturer's room, and don't say lost again if you don't want to go to that meeting again!'' threaten Devan while pointing at the room in front of her.

Devan himself has gone to his class, because he has entered since.

''Wherever you are Devan!'' the very voice of the lecturer was so jarring in Devan's hearing.

''I was helping a woman who was lost Sir, was I wrong to take her to the lecturer's room, replied Devan who did not know fear of the lecturer. The lecturer's shout was only considered the wind then by him, because considering Devan is the son of a famous businessman in this city, and he is also set to remain on this campus now.

''Alright, now you go to your seat, '' he said as he pointed to Devan's course in front of him.

'Thank you son of Guntur sir, if someone else's child has me chopped you into satay, ' he whispered in his heart.

''The lecturer berated me right?!'' devan said with his murderous gaze.

On the other hand Mahalini is being delivered into her classroom, Mahalini who is notoriously quiet in front of the crowd slightly lowered her head, she is still traumatized by the treatment of Agnes and also Almira yesterday.

''Now you can introduce your name,'' the lecturer in his new class invited Mahalini.

''Assalamu'alaikum, everyone. My name is Risty Mahalini. Please help her, '' she said without looking at her interlocutor.

''Beautiful, but shy,'' exclaimed the student who has now become a friend of Mahalini.

''Don't be ashamed, we're friends?'' Women wear thick glasses that sit alone in the back seat.

Mahalini smiled at the words of her new friend who knew her name.

''Now you look for a seat, Mother will immediately start her material, '' said the lecturer inviting Mahalini to sit down.

Expensive to choose to sit near a girl with thick glasses who is often called the Cupu. ''Hay,'' said Mahalini shaking her new friend's hand.

''Hay too, '' his reply while receiving a helping hand from Mahalini. ''Greetings, I am Naira,'' added introducing himself to Mahalini.

''I am Mahalini, just call Lini to look familiar, '' Mahalini replied gently, not to forget also with a smile that intoxicates people who see her.

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Two months after the departure of Mahalini from the house of Mr. Setiawan, Farel never felt at home in his luxurious house, occasionally he went home just to pick up clothes that he would wear every day.

''Farel, why don't you come back to this house again, since the certainty of the child's collection,'' asked Mama Agnes who saw her son just returned home again.

Farel did not comment on the question from the mother, he stepped up to the grace of the stairs to go to his room on the second floor.

''Farel!! If Mama says it!'' shouted Mama Agnes who felt ignored by her son.

''Mama, have you? maybe he's still looking for the missing pickle boy, until now the pickle boy was not found? maybe he was dead in the land crocodile Ma said Almira who was disturbed by the screams of the Mama.

'Better you also go from this house Farel, let me be the master of this house alone, son of a levy and you will only seize the rights that will be mine later,' Almira smiles smirk when all her siblings are gone from her mansion.

Almira who this year will graduate from college will look for workers at well-known companies in the city of Jakarta.

''Ma this year I want to work in the company'an Bagaskara Grub, in addition to his salary is large, there is also his handsome handsome guy,''' said Almira with a focus on his mobile phone, looking for the largest company with the heirs of Bagaskara Grub.

The eyes of Agnes glared unexpectedly, if her daughter who was his lecture just awut beware, had a lecture at a famous company's such as Bagaskara Grub.