You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 11: The Fading Spirit

Being a better person every day is the motto of Kinanti's life.

Not wanting to laze, also returned late to school like today he managed to do.

The wall clock shows at 6.30 wib as he arranges a wide variety of mature side dishes at the table, which are ready for sale.

Even now Kinanti was ready with a uniform neatly attached to her body.

As Kinanti prepared the apron and some of the washcloths that had given birth to her father down from the second floor, it looked neat, "All is ready?"

Kinanti looked up to see someone who asked, "It's all ready, this is just a rag that has not been out. Oh yes, the plate is still on the shelf, because I haven't wiped yet."

Grandma Kinanti wore a prepared apron, "The plate just take it forward, later let me do the lap."

"It's okay, Grandma?"

"You if you're ready to leave, then there are reports you're late to school. You think I'm not ashamed?"

Not yet Kinanti replied, Nana came down from the second floor, had been neat with a bag on her back.

"If it is neat, immediately on the go. The money's on the table."

After saying that, the middle-aged woman simply left them.

Kinanti had a smile looking at her Grandma, there was a hint of gratitude she felt.

Although his grandmother's attitude is like that but still for now only he has, pocket money never absent he can, as well as SPP money.

"Sir, Nana is ready. Barengan yuk left," Nana asked excitedly.

"So soon, you're wearing shoes first, what time is it?"

Nana then raised her head to look at the clock that was located higher, "Em, the short needle in the number six, the long needle in the number nine."

"It's called six o'clock past forty-five minutes, or it could be said seven o'clock or fifteen minutes. Yuk, I'm ready."

"Later to teach you how to read the clock, brother?"

Kinanti grabbed Nana's hand, "Yes, as long as you don't sleep while studying."

The two laughed together and headed to school. Before actually leaving the house they took the time to say goodbye to Grandma who was busy preparing customer meal orders.

Kinanti and Nana's direction was in the same direction, although they had to split up in the sidewalk of their home alley, Kinanti headed to the right, while Nana was on the other hand to the left.

"Later go straight home yes, be aware if playing and coming home late," said Kinanti reminded, the reason is only one so that Nana is no longer angry by Grandma.

"Ready, Brother. I didn't even dare to play, Granny."

Kinanti tidied up the wind-blown hair of Nana, "Be careful."

"See you at home again!"

Nana waved her hand, and passed away leaving Kinanti.

Kinanti was quite grateful because the distance between the school and their house was close, just a walk of about ten minutes now he was in front of the gate where he was educated.

It looks like some children who also just came like him, but that makes Kinanti a little surprised Syahril one of the friends in her class suddenly passed by.

How he was not surprised because Syahril students who often come late to school, today on time.

"Don't you bengong in there?" Suddenly the young man who had noticed her back turned.

"Eh, no, no" said Kinanti once awakened Kinanti felt ashamed of herself.

"Lo is just as rich as other children who wonder I entered school not late today huh?" Syahril seemed to be demanding an explanation from his colleague.

"Nothing, look at everyone see I'm rich see the artist," quipped Syahril.

Then Kinanti immediately looked at the people around him, deservedly everyone was staring at him, oh not more precisely in the direction of Shahril.

But somehow after realizing this Kinanti was now nervous, her position that went hand in hand with Shahril certainly made everyone look at her.

Before Kinanti chose to walk faster to get ahead of her friend, someone pulled her bag from behind.

"Geez very hot this morning, why did you leave with Syahril anyway, Ki?" He said as he wagged his hand like a fan.

Faisal, again this man, the Inner Kinanti in heart.

"Lo again, why is this hour already at school?" The young man turned to Shahril.

"Sewot is lo." It seems that Syahril did not want to spend his energy this morning, he then turned to the canteen.

"Eh, that's not woi class!" Faisal still seems to want to disturb Shahril.

This time Syahril did not answer he just brandished his middle finger which was met with laughter by Faisal.

Kinanti was not just silent he began to be annoyed with Faisal who always disturbed him.

"Why do you pull my bag anyway, after all if Syahril entered school in the morning is not good? that's a sign he wants to change for the better."

There was no answer, Kinanti tried to see the reaction of the young man beside her. But he was more inexhaustible again because the young man with dimples even smiled.

"Why?" Ask.

"Finally you are the first one who invited me to talk Ki, usually I have to ask first, then you want to talk," he replied with a cry.

Kinanti sighed, then she simply replied, "Any."

Now they arrive at the class, in contrast to Kinanti, Faisal is greeted by his classmates.

Kinanti heard his friend's questions for Faisal.

"Wihhhh sakep nih, cut your hair where lo, Sal?"

Faisal has a haircut? Kinanti turned her head once again, because he had not paid too much attention to the young man.

Compared to Raka, Faisal did look sweet.

If Raka looks handsome a really firm guy with a taper jaw the guy, while Faisal a cute handsome guy is a little dark but sweet with dimples on both sides of Raka's face.

But still Kinanti chose Raka, yes how not Raka behave more mature than Faisal who always bothers him.

"Tumben isn't with Raka?"

"Cie's got gas on deketin' chick."

Kinanti did not really ponder the question of her classmates who were thrown at Faisal.

There was still about ten minutes he decided to relax himself by leaning his back on the chair.

Although meeting people at school makes Kinanti nervous but sometimes she is grateful because with school she can take a break from the endless homework.

It felt like Kinanti had only closed her eyes for a moment when a very familiar voice in her ear appeared.

"For guys!" It was Raka, she knew that voice well.

Kinanti was excited, she opened her eyes wide, but it did not last long when a beautiful student emerged from behind Raka's body.

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