You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 7: A Bottle of Mineral Water

"Huh? really?!"

"Yes" replied Kinanti again.

"I'm a neighbor to him, I've never seen you?"

"I live with my grandmother."

"Lho right Doctor Ibrahim also lives with his wife, well his wife is your grandmother right?"

Kinanti seemed a little uncomfortable wondering about her family's problems but she kept trying to answer as necessary.

"Grandma I'm the first wife."

"Oh pantesan, because as far as I'm concerned the first doctor who just entered SD last year. Long time the divorce?"

"Snap, the first clock's out." Kinanti tried to distract Syahril.

"Where do you go with your grandmother, where are your parents?"

"I threw this away first yes, it's full so it can be filled with garbage again."

Kinanti ran up to the full-looking garbage basket in her hand.

Kinanti always feels uncomfortable whenever someone starts to want to know about her, or her family. He thought the information Syahril knew was enough.

After disposing of the trash, Kinanti returned to the field but tried to avoid Syahril by choosing a different corner of the field. When he was picking up plastic trash, there was someone pulling his hair.

"Aw!" Kinanti grimaced in pain.

"It's really late."

"Geez Faisal, sick tofu!"

Someone seemed to be following behind Faisal.

"But Kirain did not enter Nan. You turned out late. I guess, the one from earlier took the trash of a tenth grade child," Raka explained.

Today the man looks a bit different from yesterday, Kinanti observed Raka for a longer time before answering, oh it turns out Raka had cut her hair. He looks more charming.

"Winning? How come you're dumb?" Faisal flicked his hand in front of Kinanti's face which was probably currently gawking.

Kinanti tidied her hair that Faisal had pulled. "Eh, Yeah, Ka. I'm late, tuh, same Syahril."

Kinanti pointed at Shahril who was in the other corner of the field.

"You guys are dating?" Faisal alleged.

Kinanti began to be annoyed by the dimpled young man's words, "Oh, what a slander you."

"Oh yes, have not mastered PR Physics, here we want to be together."

Raka pointed at the pile of paper he was carrying."

"Oh yeah, it's in my bag."

Kinanti hurriedly picked up her bag that she had left in front of the teacher's room earlier.

When he found what he was looking for, the officer who opened the gate approached him.

"May I enter a class, sir?"

"So there go in," throw out the guard who this time can no longer see his anger.

"Thank you, sir."

Kinanti was very happy, actually from earlier he almost gave up because of the heat, also his stomach which was from earlier rumbling.

"Ni, K. Just a free record, right? Hopefully really, while I stay up late you know," said Kinanti gave up her duties.

"Yes, it's okay to be wrong, besides we just entered yesterday, you know you are given a task. I'm going in first."

Raka goes into the teacher's room leaving Kinanti tidying up her bag to enter the classroom.

Kinanti suddenly remembered the incident in the market yesterday, she smiled a little.

However, when viewed from Raka's usual attitude, it could be just Kinanti who is careless especially Raka seems good with everyone.

Kinanti patted his eel, yesampun indeed he is who, Raka also has a girlfriend. Not wanting to think about it again Kinanti approached Syahril who was still cleaning the field.

"Ril, that's enough said his father."

"really? Thank goodness!" Shahril exclaimed a little dramatically.

They rushed into the classroom, Syahril even ran a little because of the heat that began to scorch.

When they arrived at the class it turned out that the first hour had been completed so that Kinanti did not have to worry about being angered again by the teacher because it was too late.

Kinanti looked surprised when she found a bottle of cold water on her desk. He saw friends in his class seem busy with their respective activities.

Kinanti rubbed her table slightly wet from the dew from the bottle of mineral water. Without a second thought Kinanti immediately drank the water, from that time Kinanti was holding back thirst, she thanked anyone who had given her a drink.

Shortly thereafter the second lesson began, Bahasa Indonesia. Kinanti really liked this subject.

Moreover, the theme of writing poetry, because writing poetry became one of his hobbies.

Poetry is beautiful writing that has many meanings, depending on which point of view the reader interprets it.

But this time it turned out not poetry that became the first material, but how to write the news. After thirty minutes passed, Mr. Amar, the Indonesian teacher explained what elements should be in the news, Mr. Amar gave the task of a news that must be analyzed by determining 5W+1H contained in the text.

Kinanti finished quite quickly, for him analyzing texts like this was not too difficult and quite pleasant.

However, it seemed like his other friend had not finished until the break bell rang.

"Good children, who are not finished can continue at home, yes, until we meet next week."

As soon as Mr. Amar left the class, all seemed to have been waiting for a break and immediately scattered out. Kinanti still did not move, he was confused whether to go to the cafeteria alone because no one invited him, but Kinanti was hungry because of this morning had not had breakfast.

Eventually, Kinanti reluctantly decides to go to the cafeteria alone hoping to meet with Farah and Sarah later.

But before actually leaving the class Kinanti accidentally heard the conversation of some people who were still in her class who made herself this time regret not playing.

"He's a son of a bitch."

Kinanti never thought why also his personal life became a topic that they should talk about?

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