Sakinah The Hidden
Part 3 Help Sakinah
At 06:15 usually Sakinah has arrived at school, but not until seven o'clock that day she still has not revealed her nose. The signs of Sakinah coming are also like a disgrace. The class press began, when Sakinah was called by the teacher who taught that day.
“Sakinah Al-Karimah ..!” call Bu Niken while rolling his eyeballs around the class looking for Sakinah's whereabouts. The quiet class.
The eyes of the class were staring at each other, not usually Sakinah's little girl would go to school for no reason.
“Someone knows Sakinah, where? said Ms. Niken again. Suddenly, the sound of knocking from the direction of the door sounded quietly.
Sakinah was standing at the door with a shabby shirt full of mud. His face was swollen. A few scratches of wounds looked fresh on his forehead. The entire class stared at him scurried. Miss Niken ran up to him. The middle-aged woman's voice expressed concern about the condition of her students.
“Sakinah, what happened, Nak?” Miss Niken holds both shoulders of Sakinah. “Come, we go to UKS, treat your wounds first!” said again. Seeing Sakinah come with such apprehensive condition my heart was breaking.
I wanted to go up to her and ask her, what happened to my girl so much concern. Once again, my footsteps seemed to be fixated on not daring to approach him, let alone to help him. My heart was anxious, but my lips were unable to reveal. I became a useless human being to the girl I liked.
However, the sound of footsteps approached the class. Ms. Niken has stood in our hadpan.tell about what happened to Sakinah. Wanted me to go up to him and ask about Sakinah's condition. No. .. I can't even spare it, how could I ask such a thing. Real loser. I screamed in my heart.
“Your friend, Sakinah just had a disaster, she fell off her bike. However, he has been escorted home by Kasim sir you do not need to worry, but mother asked for help, is there anyone who can help deliver his bike? ... about who in this class whose house is close to or one way with Sakinah?” Miss Niken looked at us. The atmosphere was silent no one let out his voice.
I tried to dare to raise my hand and offer services, at least by setting the bike I knew the condition of Sakinah at that time. My house and Sakinah are not too far away just adrift the alley only. if measured the distance is only about three hundred meters.
The walk may only take ten minutes.
The lesson began, otaku did not catch the explanation delivered by Ms. Niken in front. My mind soared worrying about Sakinah's condition, until finally the bell rang indicating the time to come home has arrived.
Kuraih backpack, hurried my feet stepped away from the classroom. There was nothing I could think of but as soon as possible arriving at Sakinah's house and knowing her condition. “Arya, you know ‘kan Sakinah bike, which one?” Miss Niken stopped my steps. My head nodded to answer his question.
It didn't take long for me to stand in the school parking lot which is approximately twenty square meters. My eyes were fixed on the red bicycle lying under a small banyan tree in the corner of the parking lot, the chains seemed loose, it seemed like Sakinah had fallen quite hard, the handlebar of her bike also looked crooked. The bicycle that was no longer in shape, pushed him.
On the way my mind changed, I did not want to go to Sakinah's house, but turned my steps towards the workshop near the house.I intend to fix the bike first and then take it to Sakinah. I rounded my throat, suppressed any concern about Sakinah's condition and imagined her smiling face staring at her beloved bicycle I had fixed.
“Bang, if actually this bike runs out how much money?” my many.
“Wah, this severe, Tong ..” he said staring at the rattled bicycle in my hand. “Seepleklah, this.” The man turned his eyes to me.
“No less, Bang?” bargained.
“Emang thus, Tong.”
“how long is it in order?”
“One day. Most new can be taken tomorrow” he told.
“oke, God, Bang. Stay first, yeah. Tomorrow I'll take it, all the money.” I passed from the workshop. I thought about where I would get that kind of money. My savings don't seem to be enough either.
When I arrived at the house, I headed straight to my room. I threw down my tired body. My brain thinks hard about how to make money. A tiny piggy bank made of elephant-shaped soil that my father gave me last year as my birthday gift. I'm turning the piggy bank. As I recall, I saved up just a few months ago, and that's also just a little bit of the rest of the pocket money.
“Sorry, yes, Bani. Today I hurt you, but I promise to slow down, kok” muttered half a whisper.
I raised my body lazily, walked slowly towards the warehouse, looking for the one thing that could open my piggy bank. I ruffled the place, until I found the thing I was looking for, a small hammer lying on a worn-out shelf where our broken belongings were stored. After finding it, I rushed to the room. I took the piggy bank that was still lying on the bed.
I curled up on the floor and my hand holding the hammer began to slowly slide under the piggy bank in my hand. Instantly,
Prang ... His voice sounded loud filling the room room. The stomach contents of Bani out scattered. Some coins were noisy touching the floor. I gathered the scattered room counting it slowly. One thousand .. two thousand .. until the last count, points to the number fifty thousand.
“Ah .. lame, only fifty thousand” mumbled. “still less, where do the rest, yes?” pep again. There is no other way the only easy thing to get money from is to ask my stepmother for it.
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