Why Should I ?
Not As Usually

"Sampean can be held in his words ?"

Nurin again reinforces her doubts . Before Rama returned to the village, he had already ordered many things . Especially to no longer return to Surabaya just because one name is 'Kinanti' .

"Yes, I promise this time ."

So sweet she said so . As if he had been convinced of his big decision this time .

Just like before, Rama ride the Nurin subscription motorcycle . He was also given money by his brother .Likewise the Bus business, all have been taken care of by Nurin as well .

This time the trip was faster . Unlike before, which was as if the bus wheels were spinning on the same axle .

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"Dir ? you why the hell these few days lemes so much . Usually the most excited "

Reproach one of Nadira's classmates . That girl, indeed these few days looks lethargic . Never mind to chat and joke with his friends . To follow the lesson was Nadira looks ogah-ogahan.

Since hearing the news about the separation of his parents, Nadira was a little different . He is not as happy as usual because he bears a lot of burden .

His mind grew increasingly chaotic if he remembered his younger siblings. The two boys who should still have the complete parental affection, but they must feel the bitterness of losing from childhood .

"Dir ?"

Annisa nudges Dira's arm, resuscitating her from the daydream that keeps her friends waiting .

"Why ?"

Still plainly, Nadira indeed really did not hear what they said before .

Nadira and Annisa in eyes . As if giving a code so that the big thing that is happening to his family does not leak Annisa . Sufficient is he who knows, and all will soon pass .

"Dira lack of sleep . He's a big shot"

"Was his girlfriend ?"

Nadira's friends are good at entertaining . They were talking to see Nadira . Tickling lightly with a joke tone . As a result, the girl can be seen smiling and even laughing .

Hours of study are as long as usual . Even for Nadira, the day passed very slowly, more than usual . Many times he glanced at the wall clock displayed on the blackboard . 'That's abis batrei's hour, or indeed it's really that hour' umpat the girl in heart .

"Sir ?"

Nadira raised her hand . Cutting, the explanation of each material that the teacher conveys . He lifted his body from the chair and asked permission to go to the UKS . He said if he was not feeling well and could not force his body .

Maybe that's just a reason . That was not the main thing that made him choose not to follow the lesson .

His soul was not with his body at the time .His mind floated somewhere, his heart also worried not because .

He was lying on a bed in the UKS of his school . Pulling the blanket to cover the whole body except the head . He chose to lean and face the wall . Spelling out all the times he's been through . Stringing up one by one things that were difficult to imagine before this .

Her lips had a bitter smile, but her tears began to flow soaking her ranal cheeks .

"So, if I wanted to meet my father and mother at the same time 'it would only be in my fiction and my subconscious "

sobs that he held back from earlier made his chest feel tight . It was so eager that he screamed, releasing all the turmoil that enveloped his heart . Removing the suffering that is more often with him . Planting the seeds of likes he always craved .

She is a little girl who dreams of comfort . The love and sincere love of two people whom he deeply loved . Painting laughter and beautiful world full of togetherness . True peace without hurting each other .