You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
CHAPTER 8: Not OK

"He's a son of his parents."

The words were still ringing in his ears.

Kinanti had intended to reply to the words of her classmates whom she did not even know, but stopped when Kinanti only sighed a few times and continued to move her legs.

Kinanti was confused as to where everyone knew about her. From the start he entered Nusa Bangsa, everyone seemed to be able to read it.

Kinanti could not figure out why the people pitied her as well, she hated it so much.

A little more getting to the cafeteria again Kinanti had to pause for a moment thinking whether she should continue her intention to eat or better return to class.

Up ahead there was a horde of students who were gathering even once in a while they were seen throwing jokes at each other, this was Kinanti's weakness, she never even dared to go through the crowd alone.

However the longer he stood in his place now, it would instead invite strange gazes from the people who passed by him.

Without being able to hold his feet and hands let out cold sweat. Kinanti cursed herself why things like this always happen when she is nervous and frightened.

Let's go for your stomach, have to be brave! Kinanti suggested herself in her heart.

Some people there began to realize his existence, Kinanti had no other choice finally she ventured.

Haven't had time to step someone past him, "Yuk together."

"Shahril, wait!"

After realizing who passed him, Kinanti immediately rushed to follow the young man.

Kinanti felt very grateful, and several times thanked Shahril.

When finally passing through the horde, Kinanti just lowered her head while still following the steps of Syahril, Kinanti only had time to hear when some students asked about him, who was answered by a makeshift Shahril.

"Who's Ril?"

"Cie cie! pretty, huh, your girl?"

Syahril seemed unperturbed he replied calmly, "Temen, Bang."

Arriving at the cafeteria they separated after Kinanti said her thanks once again.

Kinanti chose to buy a packet of savory rice and some fried tempeh to prop up her stomach.

As Kinanti circulated her gaze she saw a horde of classmates at the end of the canteen, including Faisal and Raka, it seemed like they were the ones Sarah said to be in gang because everywhere was always together, she said, included in the class they would put chairs together just to joke around with each other during the empty hour.

Kinanti was still walking for a seat when she finally saw a familiar-looking person looking back at her.

"West. Yesampun did not invite me to eat," protested Kinanti who immediately put rice next to Sarah.

"Eh Ki, I'm sorry I saw that your class hasn't come out so I'm here first" explained Sarah patting an empty chair beside her.

It turns out that Sarah is not alone because there is Farah joined in carrying a bowl of meatballs.

"Eh Kinanti, cie's a core class kid. What's it like to join the hits?"

"The blood is healed?" Kinanti paid no heed to the question Farah was asking.

"It's still a little flu, so want to eat the anget-anget. Please get dong," Farah's pinta.

Kinanti gave a bowl of sambel that was nearby.

Sarah's bribing her food, "Dating mulu, anyway."

"Seru knows the rain with his girlfriend" said Farah.

"Lu thought dating mulu why, anyway." Sarah was staring at her best friend.

Farah just put her shoulders, she then turned back to Kinanti, "Eh how good is not the same class of children pinter?"

Kinanti swallowed her rice first before replying,

"So you want to know it feels like the same class of hits, or it feels the same class of pinter kids?"

"Again, they are hits and pinters," said Farah who immediately sipped her meatballs.

"That's why, they're all active, if asked to play on the board almost half of the class show hands. But, yes, it's a group. If I don't ask, until now I haven't known them all."

Kinanti recalled the atmosphere in her class as they all threw jokes at each other Kinanti remained silent in her seat, without being involved.

"You occasionally hang out with them Ki times, later also long to know. Follow the buzz," said sarah after sipping her orange ice.

"Bung I want to listen to how, they are rich have their own endless discussion, while I do not know what to say, anyway I am really embarrassed."

Farah looked a little bit smothered, "They never talk about you?"

Kinanti swallowed the rice first, "Yes there are some anyway, name, or stay where. But yes, that's it."

"Not yet possible, later also deket, process." Sarah this time.

"No, I don't care if I have to be alone too. You guys just calm down." Kinanti tried to convince her friend, although she was not sure what she was saying, but it was better than having to be with Faisal.

It is true that Kinanti is very difficult to make friends with new people, but for him it will not be a problem, after all, Kinanti is still okay just read a book or sleep as usual.

"Grandma you still like your mukulin?" this time Sarah asked.

Kinanti took a breath before answering,

"Still."

"Actually what makes your Grandma so changed that, this is not really Kinanti," said Sarah began to be upset with what Grandma Kinanti did.

Kinanti's meal napsu was now completely gone, inexplicably to swallow her food was very difficult.

"Ki, let's go to the police." Farah now moved to sit right beside him, who was originally in front of him.

"Yes Ki, that's right Farah said. I know you don't have the heart to report to him because you live with your Grandma right now, right?"

The two stared at Kinanti who was currently beginning to tear up in tears. But not Kinanti name if just let his friends know about his fragility.

Kinanti smiled then, "Udah yes my good friends, I no longer want to discuss this. We continue to eat."

"Ki, this is no way to deal with the problem. You can't do anything yourself."

Farah looks anxious this time, indeed only the two of them know part of the story of Kinanti's life. That's because once they accidentally saw Kinanti who was crying as much as a hiccup in the toilet.

"Farah, yes. Please."

Kinanti looked begging.

Sarah who understood the situation at that time gave a code, so that Farah did not continue what she wanted to say

Farah who wanted to protest finally could only sigh.

"Okay this time I'll keep quiet. But Ki, you know that there is nothing you have Me and Sarah" Farah reminded.

Kinanti is actually very grateful to have a friend em may have been like a friend to him. But Kinanti also did not want to make the two friends come in and think about the problem, for him enough himself to bear all this.

Although lately Kinanti realized that he was not that strong.

It felt like Kinanti wanted to run and cry right now, "Thank you."

That was all that came into his mouth at that moment.

"Haloooo pretty girls!"

Suddenly they were shocked by the presence of Faisal who came out of nowhere.

Sarah was quite upset that Faisal's presence was disturbing, "What the hell is lo!" His omelnya after realizing Kinanti was currently almost shedding tears.

"Disturb you know, no" annoyed Farah.

"Sewot is why, anyway. PMS mulu ya lo."

This time Faisal pulled the chair right in front of Kinanti, before finally panicking to realize that Kinanti did not look okay.

"Eh Ki, what's wrong with you? Your nose is red, huh?" Faisal stretched out a tissue, his tone sounded completely panicked.

"So, you're so much care," said Sarah

"Yes, don't be as determined as I am" Farah forbade shaking Faisal's hand holding a tissue.

Faisal's upset not playing, "Eh grandma draped on diem deh, noisy!"

The newly arrived Raka realizes the tension of her friend and the two people at the table are intent on melting the atmosphere.

"Again what this, the price of bakwan rose huh? Oil prices are also going up."

Faisal glanced sharply at him, "Diem dog, not funny."

"Calms, bro. I hope you are okay, right? Red on his face,"

asked Raka glanced at Kinanti who had been silent from earlier.

"That's okay."

Kinanti tried to smile as sincerely as possible to make herself look fine.

unconsciously Faisal had noticed.

You never smile so sweetly in front of me.

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