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Meet Chila

Farzan is seen driving a car on the street. He had just attended a meeting outside and was on his way to the company. However, Farzan remembered something, the man looked at the watch where the needle had shown eleven o'clock and fifteen minutes, before then pointing the car towards somewhere.

Farzan turns to drive the car to Chila's school. I don't know why I want to go there and meet that little girl. Farzan's car pulled over on the shoulder of the road, just before the gate of the special school where Chila was studying. The man got out of the car and walked to the security guard post near the gate.

“Who are you looking for, Sir?” ask security.

“Oh, would like to meet one of the students here. It's not time to go home yet, is it?” tanya Farzan pointed to the school building.

The school gate was tightly closed, so that no outsiders would carelessly enter, also so that no students would come out unattended.

“Fifteen minutes more,” replied the security guard after previously observing Farzan's appearance. “You who are the students here?” ask the security guard again, making sure every guest who comes to the school.

Farzan smiled, then replied, “I am a friend of one of the parents of students here. My friend's son is named Chila—Prichila.”

The security guard seemed to think, and then smiled as if he had just remembered something. “Oalah, Madam Chila. Her son is Ms. Sandra.”

Farzan nodded as it turned out that the security guard knew.

“Wait here, Sir. When the kids get home, the school bell will ring. Just allowed entry to school area.” The security guard invited Farzan to shelter in the security guard post.

Farzan nodded with a smile, then went into a slightly narrow room because it was only used for guard posts. He observed the place, there was only a small television, a dispenser, a small table, and two chairs.

“The place is a bit narrow, but at least it can be for shelter,” said the security guard with a big smile on his face. “You can copy, Sir?” the middle-aged man asked then, showing the cup and coffee sachet that had just been removed from the desk drawer.

Farzan wanted to refuse because he was afraid of being troublesome, but also did not dare to refuse because he was afraid of being arrogant. Until the man nodded his head in agreement, just to keep the feeling of a man who was already very good offered him a drink. It may not matter if you at all feel the dishes of people from the lower middle class, feel how the drinks and foods they usually consume.

Farzan waited there while talking to the school security, they discussed the special needs children who were there.

“In addition to Bu Sandra, Ms. Chila often picked up by Mr. Gilang as well. Even if it is not wrong, Mr. Gilang who used to register Mbak Chila,” said the security guard, talking while enjoying coffee and peanuts.

“Pak Missile?” Farzan frowned, as if he had heard the name but forgot where.

“Yes, like Madam Chila is also close, maybe her brother Bu Sandra,” the security guard explained again.

Farzan seemed to think, could there be a special relationship between Sandra and a man named Gilang? But if that's true, what does he want? While between himself and Sandra does not have a special relationship, only know each other because of an accident. Even the woman's cell phone number alone Farzan doesn't know.

The sound of the class bell was over, the security guard immediately turned to the school building, before then stood up to open the gate.

“It's home, sir. You want to go there to wait for Mbak Chila?” asked the security guard, looking at Farzan who looked dreamy.

Farzan woke up from the daydream, before then reviewing a smile and standing up. “Yes, I just want to meet and greet him,” replied Farzan.

The security guard allowed Farzan to enter, while the middle-aged man opened the gate so that the student pickup car could enter to queue for him.

Farzan walked towards the school building, saw some children out escorted by several teachers, the educators had to make sure the children went home with family or a guardian who had been appointed, he said, they are accustomed not to let children go home with strangers, for example picked up by others, the picker must have a permit from parents or at least parents have given the news first.

Farzan looked at the young woman who was waiting for an answer from him. He reviewed a smile and replied, “I just want to see someone.”

“You want to pick up? Are you a parent of students?” ask the teacher.

Farzan again smiled before then replied, “Not, I just want to see and there is no intention of picking up.”

The teacher was a little suspicious, because Farzan looks strange. Farzan himself was still circulating his gaze, looking for the whereabouts of Chila who had not yet seen the trunk of his nose.

“Sorry, Sir. We have rules if without the consent or written permission of the student's parents, then we will not allow our students to meet foreigners,” said the teacher who did follow the standard protocol of school safety and comfort.

Farzan was surprised by the teacher's words, perhaps it meant that he could not meet Chila without Sandra there. Farzan tried to understand the rules there and did not want to complicate the teachers, then chose to nod his head and apologize for disturbing general comfort. Just as Farzan was about to turn around, the man was startled by someone holding his palm.

Farzan looked up, seeing the small hand clutching his palm. Chila stood beside the man and looked at Farzan with a small smile.

The teacher who was reprimanding Farzan was surprised, before then crouched down to talk to Chila.

“Chila know him?” ask the teacher slowly, trying to speak with a slight gesture.

Chila nodded, then clasped Farzan's palm tightly. Farzan continued to look at Chila, smiling happily as the little girl accepted him there.

The teacher was not happy with Farzan because it was bad to think. He stood up and smiled awkwardly at Farzan.

“Sorry, for not knowing if Chila knows you,” said the teacher full of regrets.

“I understand because I know if you only follow the rules,” reply Farzan, “I will also follow the school rules, because it is not a parent or guardian of Chila, so I will not take it either. Will only accompany here until his mother comes,” he added later.

The teacher smiled warmly, then invited Farzan to wait with Chila inside, because Sandra said she would be late to pick up Chila.

“Bu Sandra had contacted the staff to guard Chila because she was late. You can be with Chila here until Ms. Sandra comes,” said the teacher, his hand invited Farzan to sit in the waiting room in the lobby.

Farzan smiled warmly and thanked her, then sat down with Chila as the teacher left from there.

Chila looks happy to have Farzan. He opened the bag and pulled out the drawing equipment and the food supply box that Sandra had prepared, it turned out there were still pieces of fruit there, the little girl thrust the box so Farzan would eat it.

“You want me to eat this?” farzan asked, staring at the pieces of fruit in the box that Chila was holding.

Chila nodded, glanced at the food box and hoped Farzan would not refuse. Of course Farzan did not refuse, let alone remember the words of Sandra who said that Chila would be angry if her gift was rejected. He then took a piece and put it in his mouth, smiling as he chewed the piece.

Chila smiled broadly, then placed the food box onto the table and began to pick up a pencil to draw. Farzan continued to observe Chila, then rubbed the girl's hair gently.

“If Grisel wanted to have a child, maybe our child would be five or six years old. She could also be as cute as Chila.” Suddenly Farzan verandah, which man does not want to have children.

However, all those desires must be buried deeply, given how selfish the wife who does not want to get pregnant just for the reason that it will damage the body shape.