He's Not The Best
41. Children's Innocence

Children's Innocence

Winsi held Meri's shoulder and faced her, she stared fixedly at her best friend, trying to digest and wanting to know what she really meant, saying so loudly that it raised the suspicion of others to them.

While the person who asked was approaching, it turned out that he was one of his friends who was also in one school and also knew Merry.

“Iya, Mer. What do you mean, anyway?” Winsi said softly, lowering his voice so that others would not hear.

Now the three of them faced each other and talked.

“Eh, you, the school here also apparently?” ask Meri to her acquaintance who is now standing next to her and Winsi.

“Iya, I'm here. Right you said earlier, he was in jail?” ask the boy.

“Ya!” reply Meri. Making Provinsi flabbergasted, he did not believe Merry so bluntly said this when, half-dead he tried to cover it up, even hoping that all his friends did not know what happened to him. Winsi then thought that maybe this was a characteristic of the innocence of children.

Winsi again blames herself for the fate that, no one wants to be friends with an inmate, moreover, he had experienced bad things in prison that made him stained, surely people feel disgusted to see them without weighing the mistakes and the truth.

“Meri!” cetus Winsi was so helpless from his lips. Yes, he was in prison, but they were innocent.

“But I'm not wrong, why Mer!” winsi said firmly.

“Kalo is not wrong, why are you so long in prison? My mother said because you stole. Your house is dirty, your father also never came home, just there is a Aunt who in your house I do not know him. You're in jail, right?” merry said with her innocence. Perhaps he did not yet know what a disgrace to cover or the fault of others that was shameful and should not be carelessly disclosed.

Winsi is also unlikely to say her whereabouts during this time or what caused her not to go home because her mother is divorced and now lives in a separate house. For nearly two months, she lived with Erlan and was in therapy. How to explain all that to Merry, not necessarily his friend will understand.

“I'm the same My mother wasn't wrong, Mer. The proof is that I can be free!”

“You know not Mer, a month ago at this school there was news about a child who had been raped in prison!” said acquaintance Meri, while turning towards Winsi ketus. “I don't know what the news is really he said anyway. Another first-class kid. Don't you know that kid?”

Winsi turned to Merry in turn and the person in front of him, after which he snorted angrily and passed away, turning around leaving the two friends there, turning around, no matter what they talk about next.

If it wasn't for the future he wouldn't want to go to school anymore. Had it not been for wanting to improve life then, he would not have been willing to study again.

Those therapists who were constantly meekly giving spirit and suggestion, they were precious beings. They instilled the idea that God the Creator valued His creation so much, that education and school were so important that he had to continue, even to a higher level, achieve his goals and make his life better than it is today. He must be more vigorous and stronger, ignoring all the trials and jeers of people because, in fact, their speech is only debilitating.

Other people only need one mouth to knock someone down and ruin his name to get polluted everywhere but, people who are already rendered helpless, need a lot of energy to recover things and tell the truth.

Suddenly heavy rain flushed the earth, when the water touched the dry land, causing a distinctive aroma that burst like a heat complaint by the soil and rocks that molt.

Winsi looked up to the sky like enjoying the fall of rain water to the face and body until all his clothes were wet. He did not care about the shoes, bags and books under him, even as if intentionally expecting it to rain down soaked everything.

While other friends pull over, dear to their clothes that tomorrow must be reused or dear to the shoes and books they bring, what if wet later.

The rain was so heavy it seemed to deliberately spill its water to remove the blood coming out of the wound, as well as teardrops so that others would not know it.

Winsi continued to walk with tears that continued to linger but was not seen until the rain stopped, while Winsi had walked so far from the school gate.

Suddenly he was surprised by the sound of squeaking vehicle wheels that stopped suddenly, not far from where he was. He immediately stopped his steps and turned his head then, looking at the public transport filled with his schoolmates there.

Some children came down, while Winsi felt bad. Some of the children among them were unfamiliar, the link was walking over with a sharp and intimidating gaze. The girl slowly retreated, she felt that something was going to happen that the children saw her full of hostility.

At first glance, Winsi saw someone sitting quietly in a public transport stop.

“You, Province, right?” ask one of the children who was with him and Meri.

Winsi did not answer. Only his watchful eyes looked alternately at the few children surrounding him.

“What do you want, you guys?” squealed Winsi with a slightly restrained voice.

He held back the emotions of not resisting and acting rashly. He's been getting lessons and therapy on this. He could have knocked out his friends one by one, but it was a mistake and he could probably go to jail again. Huh!

“We want what? You saying? Huh!” said the boy again while turning away his arrogant face and folding both of his hands in front of his chest. “We want you to say, if it turns out you have defamed the school, ha? You're the one who's been tainted in prison? Ngaku!”

“What? Who said it?” asked Winsi he did not believe the words that hinted that the incident in prison had become a big news in school and this slander was so real.

He didn't know what happened to him whether or not he was really stained, he just felt pain in the core part of his body, that's all.

‘So, is that what it's called tarnished? So, I'm already a disgrace to their school? Didn't he? I am innocent! I'm not penzina!’ inner Winsi, wanted it to feel like she was crying at the moment but, she did not want to look weak in front of them.

“What should I admit I'm not wrong!” Winsi said to defend himself.

“Enak you ngaku not wrong, it's embarrassing, you know?” said another child.

“That you, have tarnished the good name of the school, where are there school inmates in our famous school kayak school huh?” said another one.

“Yes you are not pretentious to say innocent when you obviously humiliate us all.”

The voices of other children are mutually exclusive.

“Yes, our school is considered a bad school, the children are not good, you know?”

“Indeed, what can you do to mulihin again our name, ha?”

“Then I said you lost your school there school is broken. You, right, the one that broke?”

Suddenly one of the children pushed Winsi from the side, while shouting.

“Basic!”

Then,

Byurs!

Winsi fell in the middle of a dirty, muddy and unpleasant-smelling rain. Everything she wears is dirty, including her hair.

“Back of you!” Provinsi said as he stood up, “told me I was innocent! Why are you pushing me, ha?”

Then, Winsi pushed the child who had dropped him but, another child helped his friend. He was outnumbered to the point of being unable to do anything, as his hand was held back by two stronger people.

After that, each child gave each one a slap in the face. After all finished slapping, Winsi sagged down on her own to the ground, not in a bad state.

“Aaakkhh ..!” Winsi shouted while clenching his hands, hitting the muddy ground on the deserted side of the road. She cried and kept crying, Until feeling very tired and desperate.

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