You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 4: The Torture of Endurance

"Kinanti, actually I disagree when other teachers recommend you to be in this class, because as long as I teach you less active," said Bu Indira after the class began to calm down.

Kinanti did not know how to respond.

"But the other teacher said you are quite accomplished in academics so, hopefully you are comfortable, be in this class."

Kinanti just nodded slowly. After saying that the teacher who is still his homeroom teacher allowed other students to introduce themselves.

From the stool that was in the corner of the class Kinanti can see in his class there are only about thirty students, is this really the student of choice? I don't know Kinanti back doodling his book with origin.

"Want I sit here huh?" Someone seemed to pull up the chair beside him.

Kinanti was a little relieved because it was not the same person as this morning.

"May," answered Kinanti briefly, but this time she did not feel nervous.

It turned out that a student sitting next to him was the student whom I had seen doodling the blackboard before his teacher came.

Kinanti caught a glimpse of the student beside her opening the mobile phone to play a game.

The initially confused Kinanti had to how to start a conversation so calm, at least the student was busy himself.

He slightly looked at the name in the uniform of the student Syahril said in his heart, then Kinanti returned with her activities earlier.

"Kids because today there's a meeting with the principal so you're sent home sooner."

All the corners of the class were screaming.

"Oh yes, the children have a message from Mr. Ridwan for Physics lessons you are assigned to make notes at home."

This time all the students seemed uninspired, the article had never taught in class but had been in the love of duty.

"What's the note ma'am?" Ask one of the students with glasses.

"It is your duty to take notes on everything you know about Physics, his message you are free to write anything. Tomorrow we have to collect the kids. "

Kinanti was a little disappointed with it was nothing, she was lazy to go home, erratied to her grandmother's house there would definitely be a lot of work waiting for her at home.

"Secondly for today. Be careful when you go home. Good afternoon!"

Ms. Indira got up who then left the class.

One by one his friends started to leave the class just him and a few people in the front row when a little girl approached Kinanti.

"I'm Nadia."

The girl whom Kinanti said was sweet reached out.

"Kinanti" he replied.

"You picket on Tuesday, yes, you have already chosen the schedule of each of you who have not lived."

Kinanti wanted to raise her objection to the thing she had just heard.

If others choose themselves then why is he immediately given responsibility without being given a choice? but the moment that came out of his mouth was just, "Yes."

"OK tomorrow straight picket yes," broke up Nadia

Kinanti sighed, after all her luggage had entered in her backpack Kinanti rushed home.

Kinanti paid no heed to the few students still in the classroom especially Faisal who had seen her from earlier. Right after Kinanti passed through the classroom door someone called out her name.

"Nan, what's up?"

Kinanti was familiar with that voice, and the call, without a second thought, turned around

"Ka's foot."

"You want to be with me? How rich is our house?"

Not yet Kinanti answered someone seen from behind Raka's back.

"Yuk, Ka."

Well-favoured. Thought Kinanti so saw the figure who directly held Raka. Then Kinanti recalled the conversation in the cafeteria this morning. So this is Raka's boyfriend, her inner self.

"Lo there's a girl who takes people home together anyway!" without asking permission of the owner Faisal immediately withdrew Kinanti's hand,

"Well with me!"

"I'm sorry Nan, I'm first" said Raka

"First yes," said the beautiful girl aka Raka's boyfriend who was no less friendly.

Kinanti smiled, and after she realized, she immediately pulled her hand back.

"really? Not because of anger?" Again Faisal shook his tied hair.

Kinanti brushed off Faisal's hand, "I'm angry too."

"Jaudah if that is it. I'll see you tomorrow Ki." Faisal ran after pulling back Kinanti's hair again.

Kinanti by reflex yelling. "Faisal!"

Kinanti wondered if there were people as weird as Faisal, when they were new to him, how could a new person dare to disturb and even pull his hair.

Now Kinanti understood why Sarah was so emotional every time she told Faisal.

Still feeling annoyed with his friend earlier Kinanti rushed home.

Distance from school and home is not so far only intermittent two alleys Kinanti always choose to walk because in addition to saving costs Kinanti likes to linger enjoying the trip so as not to quickly get home.

Even Kinanti often stopped at her alley post, to delay longer arriving home.

When Kinanti entered the residential alley she saw the new mothers returning from her home with a face that was difficult to understand.

"Can you?"

"There's a bad man."

"Why don't we go to the police?"

"That's so hard,"

"Where is a little boy again."

Kinanti did not have to guess what had happened in her house.

From where it stands there are three houses left to reach his house. Kinanti ran as hard as she could, there was only one thing on her mind. His sister must have been beaten back.

Right, as soon as Kinanti entered his house he found his sister who was curled up with a shirt that looked torn on his arm.

"Lady!" Pekik Kinanti who immediately approached Nana, his sister.

Nana immediately opened her eyes when she heard Kinanti's voice.

"Sister."

Nana cried trying to hug her sister.

"Basar child does not know himself, he told me to be holy just can not. It just wants to eat! Dong job! It's good, know yourself that's why you're a brash kid!"

That voice, it was the voice of the person that caused his sister to become like this. Kinanti tightened her embrace on her sister.

Prangggg! sound of stuff being slammed.

"Wake up! very crybaby. You cook there! Make sure you eat! If I die, I'll be wrong."

After saying this, his grandmother left those who were still unmoved in the middle of the room.

Kinanti blamed her being so weak and never dared to fight back, but she could not accept what her grandmother had done to her sister.

Always ending up the same, Kinanti could only cry and hug her sister who looked so frightened.

"Na, now change clothes yes, Brother ready to eat for you."

Kinanti looked at Nana, as if wanting to give her a little strength, but failed when her sister actually cried more and more.

"Na, which one's sick?" Kinanti held back her tears that wanted to come out more and more.

"It's brother."

Nana showed her red-looking arm, still with a hiccup.

"Wait for the medicine sister?" Persuaded it.

"Now change clothes keep eating ya."

"I'm not at home, sister" complained Nana back crying.

"Yes my sister knows. I promise you, if we're gonna get out of here, okay?" Kinanti was still trying to persuade Nana.

Finally Nana nodded weakly, with still a hiccup of Kinanti helping her sister to get up.

Hard to see bruises everywhere on his sister's body, whether until when their lives will be like this, Kinanti did not know.

With a cry that he endured with all his might, Kinanti led her frail sister into the room.

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