You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 6: Late

This morning Kinanti had to run away to her school because of bad luck.

Not only that, Kinanti had to clean the clothes scattered on the floor, and yes, it was all reworked by her Grandma.

His grandmother had a strange habit of picking up a lot of clothes from the closet just to determine which clothes to wear for sale this morning.

Clothes that feel less suitable will be placed in any place. Kinanti who will be ready to leave must undo his intention to clean the clothes first.

Because otherwise her grandmother would also be angry because her house is a mess. Kinanti bobs his head when thinking about his grandmother who is very fast emotion, even though it was a mistake that he created himself.

As expected Kinanti was late to school. The fence before him was now tightly closed.

Kinanti regulated the roar of her breath that was decapitated from running around. As his breathing calmed down, a new person appeared beside him.

In contrast to him the student looked calm guiding the motor whose engine had been turned off.

"Well, it's late again" said the student beside him.

Kinanti tried to remember the student who was standing next to her, oh yes, this was Syahril who had sat next to her yesterday.

Shahril looked at Kinanti, "You're late too?"

Kinanti had not yet answered a school officer out approached them.

"You're not going to school, this hour has just come."

Kinanti grimaced, "Sorry sir, I had a job at home."

The officer then opened the school gate.

"Come in! There's a principal, not afraid outside of you?!"

What kind of question is that, Kinanti thought. But if you look at the officer's annoyance it must be that the question sounds more like a threat.

"Yesampun sir, promise me tomorrow is not too late anymore," rengen Syahril who from earlier seemed to be silent a little objection to what the guard said.

"Who are you, why are you so late!"

"My brother has only been twice this, you know," protested the student with the foot of the level.

Kinanti just stay still and go straight in once the fence is opened wider.

"Udah hunted! want to go in?"

Syahril still wanted to protest but stopped, he finally just kept quiet and pushed his motorbike inside.

Kinanti was still in place until the school officials invited them to enter through the main fence which was smaller than the entrance fence of the school.

There were some teachers talking to the headmaster.

"Sir is a late student" the officer in the hat pointed at Kinanti and Shahril.

The words of the guard had managed to make everyone there turn their heads towards him, and perhaps also look at Shahril who was behind him.

"This is Doctor's grandson, right?"

Kinanti just lowered her head, she knew who the Doctor in question was.

Grandpa, Grandma's ex-husband. He is indeed a doctor who also opened a practice in his own home, a doctor who is quite famous, in this small town.

"Doctor who?" This time the principal asked.

"Doctor Ibrahim, sir," replied another teacher, who knew who Kinanti did not dare to raise his face to look.

"Yahril you're late from yesterday why?" this time, Shahril was targeted.

"I'm sorry Mom, I woke up late."

From his voice Kinanti knew Syahril was a little agitated.

"Kinanti Sir. I'm sorry, I'm late because it was bad luck, I also have to help grandma."

Kinanti hoped that the principal could understand his mistake.

"Now I'm asking, do you want to go to school or do you want to help your grandmother?" Kinanti looked puzzled by the principal's question just now.

"Em, both sir," his great-grandson was almost inaudible.

"If you want to help your grandmother please go home. But if you still want to start school tomorrow, I don't want to see you late anymore."

Now Kinanti regretted her answer earlier.

"Sorry sir," he said felt very heavy, even the bag weight on his back felt increasingly burdening his limp body.

The Headmaster returned to his head, "Grandfather you doctor you know, cook his grandson to school just not disciplined gini."

Kinanti did not understand what the relationship was between her Grandfather who was a Doctor, and him who was undisciplined.

Kinanti lives with her Grandmother, not with her Grandpa. Kinanti could only duck waiting for what would happen after this.

"You two should clean up the trash in the field! Including dried leaves," the Headmaster ordered firmly.

"Sir, but we will be late to follow the lessons in the first hour" said Syahril a little hearty.

"Indeed, it was too late. Hurry now! If I protest again I add."

Without a second thought Kinanti rushed to do her punishment, Syahril also seemed to have no choice but to follow Kinanti.

Their field is right in the middle of the school, where the principal's office and the teacher's room are in the middle, and the classrooms are located right around the field, the school's office, so it can be said that the school is in the form of a large circle, but not a perfect circle.

Kinanti took off her heavy bag and placed it on the long chair in front of the teacher's office, unconsciously following what Kinanti did.

"Tumben dirty gini anyway, leaves also why try on falling down gini," grumbled Syahril.

Kinanti did not answer, he took the trash can, which then began picking up the trash.

"Normally also clean, he always know Ki."

"Usually it is on the broom of Mr. Mamat," said Kinanti who remembered an officer whose job was to clean the school. But these two invisible days there may be urgent need.

"Kok lo diem anyway," protest Syahril who today Kinanti heard the umpteenth time.

Kinanti turned to look at Syahril for a moment and then replied, "Udah do not complain mulu cepetan cepet, let me sprawl."

"It won't finish this many leaves, I'm sorry." Syahril looked anxious himself.

Kinanti only laughed lightly in response.

"Are you Doctor Ibrahim's grandson?" This time, Shahril came closer.

Kinanti paused for a moment, and stuffed the leaves in her hands into the trash can.

Does he have to answer this, only recently Kinanti was restless because her friends knew that she lived with her grandmother without parents, is now also the dark past of her Grandmother must be known by others?

Kinanti could only budge, but failed when Syahril insisted on knowing it.

"Winat, right? you're Doctor Ibrahim's grandson, right?"

"Udah ngaku, the teachers just knew," said Syahril again now shake the body of Kinanti who daydream with his own mind.

Kinanti finally nodded weakly, let it be that after this everyone increasingly knew how cruel life was to Kinanti and her family.

"Yes" he replied weakly.

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