
Nadira POV
Today, I consider it to be the day I was born in this small town . I hope the next year will be a more exciting time than anything I've been through .
I reopen the album I deliberately put together to remember every time I . With them, who had stopped by and stopped by me . In a city that raised me long enough . Even with families who always have stories .
There are sad seconds, but there are still fun minutes . This is the best way to melt my own heart, which may be strained and out of balance with reality .
Don't ! Don't tell me anymore . I also watched and even felt . I know, the bittersweetness that my father felt , the invulnerable grief enveloped . What I ask, always not to find the answer 'Dad, why survive in love that hurts ? Stabbing deeper and deeper into the heart ?'
Only a chunk of smile framed the gentle lines that began to meet his tapered facial features .
"Sister, are you ready ? "
heh, engrossed in memories .I forgot if I should go to school . The whole day yesterday, I just circled between 2 small towns .Visiting every High School .or miss, Vocational High School is my target . My heart is , enamored and comfortable with SMK 32 . No one led me to choose him, my instincts and my heart this time offset.
" Yes yeah "
My father took out a motorcycle that was just as old as his ontel bike . It was the only thing my late grandfather left .
The road was very slow , making my waist feel sore due to the considerable distance .
"Well, if there is a cheap hostel Dira kost aja yeah yeah ? like it's gonna take a long time for Dira to go to school . "
I don't know, what makes me want to stay separated from them . suddenly and never imagined before . Yeah, Maybe this is the way . I'll be more ordinary without them when I have to work away later.
" goofy ?"
I've guessed .Dad will be in shock and reject it . The reasons he gave . Starting from me who did not know the city until the point 'You are a sister .danger to live alone '
And that's the most powerful way for me to stay no longer evasive . It's true what dad said, but I can take care of myself .
"It's up brother . be careful ya "
I kissed Dad's hand, while saying goodbye . He even faithfully waited for me until I was no longer visible to his eyes .
"Size enough, for a school size in a small town like this "
I clucked in awe, circling every corner of the school building . I swing my legs cheerfully, my eyes also spread greet every pair of friendly eyes . 'Honey, there hasn't been 1 I know before'
Qku was sitting in the school garden . Jan who was too early in the morning, made me bored without friends .
"Hey "
I got the source of the greeting voice . The beautiful woman who had a sweet smile was approaching . He sat down and gave me some snacks.
"Thank you .but I'm full "
"You're 10th grade too ? "
" yes .. Are you also ?"
"Yes . oh yes knowin, my name is Anisa "
"Nadira ...."
Anisa, the first woman to consider me a friend .She is very beautiful, but very humble . Where might I refuse him to be good friends .
" Nis, are you real here ?"
"Yes .rumahku deket from here .next to the terminal ....
where are you from ?"
"I'm Surabaya, now living with my grandmother in the next town "
Our conversation elongated . Delivering the story from the passing .until it ends with my plan that wants to cost .