You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
Chapter 35: Late Happiness

The home bell rang indicating time was running out before all the groups got a chance to show the drama.

"I'm sorry, for the group that has not had time to perform we postpone in the next week," said Pak Bima who was then greeted by cheers by the last group who had not got a turn.

Pak Bima put on a guilty face because time has run out.

After Pak Bima left the class, everyone packed up.

Likewise with Raka who is currently ready to go home, he is increasingly stubborn because it will bring together Kinanti and Mommy.

"Why take Kinanti home?" Faisal who was still putting the book beside him looked curious.

"That's a big deal," replied Raka lightly.

"Lo want anything Kinanti?"

Raka looked at Faisal sharply, he was very annoyed by the dirty assumption.

"Bokap, I'm back, I want to meet Kinanti," he replied later.

Faisal then looks sparkling, "Om Burhan returned to Indo?"

Faisal had indeed been friends with Raka since he was a child, because they were always one school so that the two knew each other's stories.

Likewise with the story of the Raka family, where Raka's mother died and her father remarried.

"Yes, yesterday."

Faisal held up his backpack, "Gue came with dong, same miss Om, same with BUnda lo too."

Raka seemed to disagree, "No need! What do you want?"

"Yeah Ka, I'm Om Burhan's second son" said Faisal confidently mentioning himself as Raka's younger brother.

Ela and Nadia then came to their table, "We go to the mall yuk, want to buy skincare needs."

Raka smiled sweetly, because this time she could not accompany her boyfriend again.

"I'm sorry beb, today you went with Nadia first yes. I have a family event."

Ela slightly frowned though then nodded.

"Faisal's coming with us? To the mall watching The Avengers deh, we've bought skincare," asked Nadia to Faisal.

Faisal gave the same answer.

"Sorry Nad, you girls day out. I have family business too.

"You're the good reason if I invite you, if you're the same Kinanti aja cepet," muttered Nadia.

"Nad" said Faisal, looking tired.

"Yes yuk, ah. Don't bete yet," said Ela pulling Nadia's hand, "Raka, I'm first."

Ela waved and left with Nadia whom she pulled.

"It's a girl, right?" Ask Raka to Faisal.

Faisal shook his head loudly, "No. I have never dated Nadia. I'm just saying I like Kinanti doang so far."

"At first to talk to me?"

Kinanti's voice broke the daydream of the two who were standing at the door staring at the departure of Ela and Nadia.

Faisal smiled broadly, "Udah done? Want to go now?"

Kinanti looked at Raka, "I want to go with Raka."

"Me too, I will come to his house," said Faisal who was reprimanded annoyed by Raka.

"He's coming with Kinanti. Yok, let's not be late coming home," said Raka then pulled Kinanti's hand.

Not yet had time to walk Faisal pulled the hand of Kinanti who was in Raka's grasp.

"You have a boyfriend!"

"Dissapper!" Raka swearing.

"Udah! Already! I can walk by myself!"

Shouted Kinanti who was upset to witness the childish attitude of her two friends.

He then walked first leaving the two young men.

It turns out that the quarrel is not over, Raka and Faisal argue who has the most right to piggyback Kinati.

"Lo is anjir!" Raka almost threw the helmet she was holding.

"Gue ..... Me, ck! What are we now?"

Kinanti.

Raka smiled obliquely, "Makanya diem lo Kinanti wear her helmet, yes" said Raka handed the helmet to Kinanti's hand.

When Kinanti will receive the helmet Faisal returned to his hand.

"Ki, just like me," Faisal pleaded.

Raka quickly brushed off Faisal's hand.

"Nan, same with me."

Faisal chuckled, "Lo already has Ela. Don't let Ela Nyerang Kinanti tomorrow because of the fear of gossip from children."

Faisal pointed at the still bustling parking lot, not to mention the many students who were staring at them with curious eyes.

Raka breathed a tired breath, right also lately Ela jumbled so Raka with a heavy heart relented.

"You guys why! from a rich little boy. No shame in seeing so many people!"

The furious Kinanti nagged also finally.

"Wordly fierce," joked Faisal.

While Raka put on a guilty expression, "Sorry ya Kinanti."

They left school with Kinanti who was piggybacking on Faisal.

"Are you deg-degan?"

Faisal slightly turned his head back.

"Yes, actually I'm still confused why Raka took me to her house," said Kinanti honestly.

"Let it be calm, Raka's parents are good. Maybe he didn't want you to give me a pity."

Kinanti advanced her body so that Faisal's voice sounded clearer, "By-by?"

"Yes, Raka's Mother's father was several years abroad, he said the mother was on medication" Faisal explained.

Kinanti muttered, "That's it."

The afternoon where Raka persuaded him to come home, the young man simply said that this would make Kinanti happy.

The location of Raka's house is not too far away, about 20 minutes they have arrived at the house with a large fence in white.

Raka's house looks like the European-style houses that Kinanti saw in her English package book.

Raka put his motorcycle into the garage, while Faisal stopped the motor right in front of Raka's house, so he was immediately greeted by Burhan, Raka's father.

"Of! how are you?"

Faisal just hugged Burhan who was busy with his plants.

"Falem-kalem! Om could fall you hit it. Moreover, you are not a child anymore Sal," joked Burhan.

Faisal laughed, "Don't you work?"

"Work from home, take care of your aunt" Burhan said, then turned to the clumsy-looking Kinanti.

"This?" Burhan pointed at Kinanti, who hurriedly grabbed her hand for salim.

"Winning Well."

It was not Faisal who answered but Raka.

Burhan looked surprised for some time, after which he put a small hoe in his hand and hugged Kinanti.

"O Allah, son, thank God we have finally met."

Only Raka understood the situation, while Faisal and Kinanti were getting confused.

"Where's Mommy Dad?"

"In order to grab a drink in the back," Burhan said as he stared fixedly at Kinanti who currently looked nervous.

"Raka, are you home? Oh Faisal you're so big!"

A female voice rang out from behind Burhan's huge body.

It seemed that the woman had not noticed Kinanti's presence.

But Kinanti's body froze, she remembered the sound.

The voice that he had missed five years ago, but also hated that he had abandoned it.

Burhan who was still putting his hands on both of Kinanti's shoulders could watch how the change in Kinanti's expression.

Similarly to Raka, he awaits Kinanti's reaction.

"What about being quiet? Faisal, how are you, son?"

The female voice drew closer, making Kinanti sweat coldly.

Is that really his mother?

"Tante, how are you?"

The unknowing Faisal approached the woman.

Burhan shifted his body, making room for Kinanti to be able to see the figure of the woman who was laughing crisply with Faisal.

"Goddess," call Burhan softly.

The woman turned her head, looked at Burhan and then her gaze fell on the girl who was right next to Burhan.

The eyes of the Goddess glazed over, she never imagined this day would come.

"Mother, this is Kinanti," said Raka.

Kinanti who was stuck looking towards Raka asked, Raka called her Mother Mother Mother? what does all this mean?

After five years there was no news that his mother married another man? Leaving himself and Nana alive to suffer. Even have a schoolmate's child? Kinanti brushed away her tears that had been running down her cheeks since when.

Kinanti then shook Burhan's hand which was still holding his body.

Without a word Kinanti chose to step her foot away from Raka's house.

There was nothing else I wanted to hear, everything was quite clear.

Did Raka say happiness? everything's late.

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