The Traces of Destiny
Weekend

On Monday, Raka began the process of adjusting to a routine that would dominate most of her life over the next few months.

As the bell rings and officially ends the school day, Raka walks out with her friends but leaves her backpack in the classroom. Saras, like all teachers, went outside to make sure the kids got into the right car and got on the right bus.

Once everyone had boarded the bus and the cars were out, Saras walked to where Raka was standing. The little man looked sadly at his friends who were leaving.

"I'm sure you wish you didn't have to stay, right?"

Raka nodded.

"Ngga would be too bad. I brought some cookies from home so it's a little easier and more fun for both of us."

He thought about it. "What cake?" Raka asked skeptically.

"Oreo Blackpink Edition of course. In the past, when I was at school and your age, my mother always allowed me to eat oreo when I got home. He said it was my reward for doing such a good job."

"Madam Win likes to give me slices of apples and melons."

"Do you prefer to have fruits for tomorrow?"

"Heh, it can't be so," he said seriously. "Oreo is much better."

He pointed towards the school. "Come on. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes, I think so," he murmured. Saras reached out his hand, offering his hand.

Raka looked up at him. "Wait - do you have milk?"

"I can get that from the cafeteria, if you want."

With that, Raka grabbed his hand and smiled at Saras for a moment before they went back inside.

The first lesson for Raka starts, goes quite smoothly for Saras and feels heavy for Raka.

"Um, Mum... Can we taste the orena now?" ask Raka shyly.

He had glanced dozens of times at the oreo parcel and a box of white milk displayed on Saras' table and hoped the woman would offer him soon. But that had not happened until he then decided to ask. In his little heart he cursed the insensitivity of the woman. Putting oreo and milk in front of a young child is a way to flirt, right?

"Oh, you want it now? Saras asked back.

His hand grabbed the milk box and the oreo package, putting it on Raka's desk with a smile. "Your!"

Raka's pupils dilated for a moment because of excitement. "Umm, Mum... Can we have a glass?"

"God, how could I forget that. Just a minute."

Saras got up and walked out of the classroom.

Raka's frozen. The classroom suddenly felt so quiet. He did not even dare to turn his head to look at the other side.

Luckily Saras came quickly. "Hey, are you afraid of being alone?" guess Saras exactly.

Raka just looked down. Feeling a little relieved.

A glass of milk in a tall glass and oreo that has been lined up on a white plate.

"I know how to eat a cool oreo" Saras said as she watched Raka eat oreo and drink milk just like that. He looked more like a decrepit with his biscuits than a child with such an oreo meal.

"What's rich?" ask Raka later.

Raka nodded.

"First of all, take the ore." Saras said.

Raka followed his movements.

"Diputaaaaar," Saras gave a tone to his words and Raka seriously followed Saras's movements.

"Dijilaaaaaaat," Saras stuck out her pink tongue to lick pink jam on oreo.

Raka hesitantly followed the move.

One, two, three licks... Saras again cupped both sides of the oreo and Raka did the same.

"Dipped!" saras exclaimed in excitement as he put his ore into the milk in the glass and pulled it back.

Raka imitates well all the movements of Saras.

A few moments later they coolly repeat the activity many times until the oreo runs out and then continue the lesson for Raka back with more enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, in his office. Garin Antonio ducked behind his car and grabbed the gun behind his waist which he always carried just in case. He intended to stay there until he knew what was going on.

Several stone throws led to his office, the sound of screaming and chaos outside had lasted for more than half an hour, Sutrisno did not allow him to get involved and said that he could overcome it all, but the instinct to defend always surprised Garin with his intensity and pace.

Adrenaline seemed to enter his system as if he was connected to an invisible giant infusion. He could feel his heart pounding, and his palms were slippery with sweat.

If necessary, he could call saying he was in trouble, and in less than a few minutes the place would be surrounded by every law enforcement officer in the area. But for now, he restrained himself because Sutrino forbade him from doing that. For one thing, Sutrisno did not feel the threat of unrest was directed at him, but for the sole purpose of provocation. Yeah, just, a bunch of people who want to provoke.

Garin had heard of the issue before, and Sutrisno was ready with a number of security forces on standby. Hearing it no doubt, Garin understood that Sutrisno wanted this news to be muffled, as if it only came from a group of people with less important problems. Most of the time, no one cares about those types of demos. This happens to every government office. A group of people were dissatisfied and went on a demonstration.

Although Garin knew for sure, the group that came this time was no ordinary demonstration. And Gajakarta has no major problems with the homeless, almost evenly distributed well-being.

But now, in broad daylight, he heard the sound of gunfire, not a large caliber weapon, most likely twenty-two and he guessed there was a simple explanation, which did not pose much of a threat to him.

Still, he wasn't stupid enough to take the risk. Opening her car door, she slid forward on the seat and flicked a button on the radio, to connect with someone in the room.

"It's me" he said calmly, slowly. "If you're almost done, I'd like to talk to my deputy, right away."

After a few minutes, Garin saw a head poking out of one of the front windows. Sutrisno. "As soon as it's resolved, go to pick up Raka."

"Are you sure you don't need any more help?"

"Sure," nodded Sutrisno.

"All right, I'm leaving" said Garin.

After that, through a special path Garin glides to school smoothly, looking forward to meeting his only son. Of course the boy wanted to hear all about what had just happened, but of course Garin first wanted to know how the boy was doing.

Even so, deep down she could not help but feel happy imagining being able to meet Saraswati again. The tension twenty minutes ago was no longer felt.

"Dad!" Raka shouted while running towards Garin. Garin lowered himself into position to catch his son as he jumped. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Saras following him in a calmer manner. Raka stepped back to look at it.

"Does Dad have any interesting stories in the office today?"

Garin grinned and shook his head. "Not so far, but I'm not done yet. How are you doing at school today?"

"good. Ms. Saras gave me a cake." said Raka cheerfully.