He's Not The Best
30. The Lost Bracelet

The Lost Bracelet

“Ngak so,” replied Erlan ketus, while glancing at Provinsi indifferently.

Winsi and Erlan who were sitting in the back seat, started conversing.

“By the way, how did you know that Hansya bullied me yesterday?” tanya Winsi was curious.

“There was a friend of mine who said, he went to school there too.”

“Oh.”

“Oh, doang?”

“What do you want?”

“Thank you, cake, what cake, so ...”

“Oh yes, thank you, for helping me.”

“Well, so dong!” Erlan said as she gently patted the head of Winsi, who was sitting a distance away from her, but her hands could still reach out.

Without them knowing, Meri heard and saw everything Erlan did to her friend during her SD. He seemed to dislike it, but could only look at it cynically. His childish heart could not yet behave naturally, until it was clearly visible on the look of his pouting face.

“Eh, don't hold-hold!” winsi said when she felt her head being touched.

“Why, sick?” Erlan and Winsi asked. The man again said, “You wear a hijab too, do not get hit directly, right?”

“Yes, no.”

“Why are you wearing a hijab now? Not hot what?”

Asked Erlan like that Winsi was silent, he could not tell the truth if the clothes he was wearing were used clothes belonging to the children of Aisy's ustazah who happened to be Muslim fashion. But he also likes it. Indeed, he during elementary school never wear clothes that cover the aura except when teaching.

“Ngak. I really want to wear a hijab when I am Junior High. Ustazah said, the heat on earth is nothing compared to the heat of hellfire.”

“Hmm. But you're better off wearing that shirt, so it doesn't look skinny.”

Hearing Erlan's words, Winsi fell silent again and made no comment, but her heart became delighted.

It did not feel like they had arrived in front of Winsi, and Meri chose to come down with him.

“Still, yes, Lan!” winsi said with a smile as she descended. This was the first time the girl smiled at Erlan, the shy smile of an innocent girl who had nothing but joy.

While Meri, since getting into the car until getting down, did not say a word. He simply stared at the black sedan car's departure away, with a blank look.

If it wasn't for Winsi, he wouldn't have sat there and been so close to Erlan. However, now he knew how close the man and his friend were. She doesn't like it.

From the appearance, Meri looks more mature and experience from Winsi, because she has several older sisters who are more mature, of course, she knows a few things more than her best friend Winsi—sah.

“You, how many times have Erlan car ride?” ask Meri ketus. Winsi looked at the girly and frowned, trying to guess the meaning of the question from his best friend.

“How many times, yes ...? I think it was just yesterday, same today.” Winsi said according to his memory when he started active school.

“Yesterday you were picked up too?”

“Not picked up! Why did he pick me up. Said he happened to pass through there.”

“Oh.”

“You why, anyway, Mer?”

“I think he likes you, same as you.”

Hearing Meri, Winsi laughed as the remark sounded impossible to her. Moreover, he did not like Erlan who was happy to call him Buluk.

“You're weird, deh, Mer. That's not possible.”

“Yes, it is impossible. If you meet Erlan, say yes, if I like her.”

Winsi was stunned, realizing that he used to joke with Meri about the mutual feelings between men and women then, about dating and Meri said the same thing, ah ... how could he forget that Meri secretly liked Erlan.

Winsi saw his father's truck was still in the yard until he entered the house slowly and did not even say hello. I hope Basri is asleep and they don't have to meet. Increasingly, Winsi is already good at hiding himself from when his father was at home.

He was already kapok when he remembered first, could not hide when he came home from school his clothes were soaked, because of heavy rain and his shoes were dirty, he entered the terrace while taking off his shoes. That was when Basri saw him and immediately approached him with a rude swearing.

Basri really likes cleanliness, to see his appearance and dirty state, just put some sashatan belt on the body of Winsi, just to look dirty, making the child really traumatized because it often gets rude behavior due to the anger of Basri.

When he reached the house he looked into his mother's room with a sneak and saw Basri was asleep. That way, he immediately shook his body on the living room sofa and threw his bag just at the side.

Just a moment to sit back, Winsi had closed her eyes while taking a deep breath, they repeated all the events she had experienced all day at school. It's like a drama that doesn't have to happen to a teenage boy like him. Experiment after ordeal he went through, whether it will be like what his future will be.

Runa always advises whenever he wants to sleep, so that he has a higher education and has a better life as well.

“Son, the world will be increasingly filled with competition between smart people. Education is important! High school even if you only have enough money, be a diligent child.”

His mother said, diligence is the main capital in addition to intelligence, these two things will be needed by each other in life. Just as the brain would be meaningless without the body, a body without the brain would not function as it should. So, between these two things cannot be decided, they will need each other.

Winsi woke up from her sleep when she heard a crying sound, which was quite loud from the direction of the room that used to be her room. Apparently he fell asleep a while after returning home from school, not even had time to change clothes.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Basri rushing into the room with a panicked face, while Runa followed behind him.

“My elbow is gone, Mas .. missing!” said a voice, which could be ascertained that it was Nira.

“Kok, ordinary. Where do you keep it?” basri sounded panicked.

“Here, Mas. I usually take off if I want to take a shower.” Nira replied while flipping through some of the items in the room and bed, followed by Basri, along to find Nira's lost bracelet around the room.

Winsi saw what was happening there with a wrinkled face and still sleepy eyes. He glanced at Runa, the woman's face and gait was much more frantic than Nira and Basri. Maybe because of bad thoughts that linger in his mind and mind, over the events that this time are taking place before them.

“You may have forgotten, the bracelet you have sold.” Runa suddenly interjected because he had been looking for a long time, the bracelet in question did not exist. Runa and Winsi also felt that, Nira never used bracelet jewelry during her stay at their home.

The feud again occurred, accusing each other and blaming for lost valuables. Just yesterday they made peace about a sum of money that was never really lost.

Now, however, they are back to fussing about the lost jewelry. All the residents of the house started looking around in the bathroom and other rooms, or maybe swept and wasted in the trash. The most impossible thing, right?

Finally, Basri took the initiative to open and check the bag of Winsi lying on the sofa.

“Nira! Is this like your lost bracelet?” asked the man with a serious look calling his foster sister.

Nira approached, looking at the golden cucumber seed-shaped bracelet in Basri's hand, with sparkling eyes.

“True, this is my bracelet!” he said as he received the bracelet and held it on his chest with both palms. “You Nemu where is this bracelet, Mas?” asked Nira while frowning.

“Here!” basri said while holding a bag belonging to Winsi in his hand.

“What? How, can it be here?” asked Winsi while grabbing the bag from Basri's hand.

Plaque!

A hard slap landed on Winsi's cheek making the girl slightly stagger to the side. Runa held her son's body. Her position at that time was too far from Winsi to be able to withstand the sudden slap from her husband.

“Bigger you, yes! How dare you steal again? Huh!” basri said he now pulled the hair of his son who was not wearing the hijab as hard as he could and then hit his hand again and again.

“Which hand you're wearing steals! Mana ...!” he said again as he continued to beat the small hand with his own.

“Pak! Enough!” said Runa trying to help withstand the blow of the husband on his son.

“Silence, you!” Basri again shouted while pushing Runa's thin body to the side until she fell to the floor.

While Nira just silently watched all that calmly and stroked the bracelet in her hand.

Winsi glanced at her mother while holding her swollen and red cheeks, no matter how many times her cheeks were on the slap.

Instantly he got up, then shouted while staring at Basri full of hatred. “I'm not a thief! I don't know how that bracelet could be in my bag, sir!”

“Lying! It's obvious I found it there, still say not know? Huh!” said Basri while re-picking the hair of Winsi and simultaneously hit his right hand .

“Not! If I say no, yes! Whether you want to believe it or not! If indeed you do not believe, and you are ashamed to have an illegitimate child like me ... Kill me right now, sir!”

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