He's Not The Best
8. Attention Childish

Attention Childish

Erlan walked closer to Provinsi, with some strawberries in her palm, She knew the girl before her was looking for a ripe fruit but barely found it because it had been invaded by others, until he got separated from his friends.

“Nih, make you.” Erlan said as she reached out her right hand which contained a lot of strawberries.

But Winsi refused by shaking his head, everyone here came just to get the fruit, then, how could Erlan easily give it, if only he had gotten tired of eating it, then, what's it for there?

“Why? You're looking for this fruit, right?” Erlan said as if to her own sister. It felt very familiar and Winsi nodded in response.

“Make Big Brother, only!” he answered later, passing as quickly as possible. However, just a few steps away, Erlan again shouted loudly.

“I'll throw it away if you don't want to!”

Spontaneous Winsi turned around and said, “Don't!” he stepped closer then, reached out and took the fruit straight from Erlan's palm.

There was a slight smile on the teenager's lips, then, he said, ”Well, that's it. From mubazir kebuang.”

Winsi glared showing dislike for the responsibility man in front of her, then said while grunting rudely.

“You, the children of the rich, just throw away food. I can't, you know! Do you know what?”

“No,” Erlan answered him briefly, their conversation resembled a chat between sister and brother. After that Erlan again said, “certainly you buy a new shoe jacket, yes? Why not buy a bag?”

Erlan noticed the appearance of Winsi, he was indeed simple and only the jacket only looked new.

‘Yes, mom did buy a new jacket, but my shoes are still old, where does she know?’ Winsi bathed with furrowed brows.

“The money is not enough to buy a bag.” Winsi answered lazily while turning around.

“Hai, Buluk Child!” Erlan called back, making Winsi pout. He thought the man was too arrogant, giving an embarrassing nickname. He stopped his steps, but did not turn his head and waited.

Erlan stepped forward, so blocking the way then, she said, “It should be enough money, right, make buy everything?”

Winsi looked up, looking at Erlan who was taller than him, with an incomprehensible look at what he said. The savings are enough left over if spent on snacks, but not enough to buy everything. He kept the rest of the money at home and only brought fifty thousand for his trip.

“Ya, later if you have collected the money again.” Winsi answered the origin. To him whatever it was, Erlan did not need to know.

After saying so, Winsi again walked past Erlan in annoyance. He was embarrassed to continue having other conversations with her. He was just an illegitimate child, his standing was not comparable to the man before him.

While Erlan was staring at the back of Winsi, scratching her wrinkled temple, pikrnya, if to buy items like shoes and bags in the ordinary market, the money she gave yesterday should be enough, right?

Winsi again approached friends and fathers and mothers of teachers in a group that was still busy enjoying the results of their strawberry quotes. All got it, made him smile because he also got fruit that did not lose much from them. All from Erlan, but who knows. Even the fruit that was on him was bigger because the man got it from a different place. Ahk, who cares about that.

“Win, where are you from?” asked Meri, as Winsi sat beside her.

“From search strawberries, lah ...” Winsi replied while putting in a fruit that was quite large and red, it tasted .. sweet! He would not forget the taste of this fruit in his entire life and his memory floated on Erlan's speech.

“Wah, your strawberries are bigger, definitely really sweet huh?” Meri glanced at some of the fruits that Winsi brought.

“Win, this is so sweet, not like mine. Wry!” said Meri while grimacing showing a sour expression on her face. The friend next to him laughed.

Moments later, the teachers instructed all the students in the group to a hall that had been provided to enjoy lunch, from the food they brought.

All the large groups were flocking down the street where the hall was located a few meters away from the place. However, the hall is not enough so there are some children who sit in the grassy yard that actually seems more united with nature.

Similarly, Winsi and Meri and three other girls who chose to open their food supplies in the lawn are neatly arranged and clean.

They sit in a circle, share, or exchange food. Enjoy with a happy heart, while talking and joking.

Not far from them, came some teenage men who impressed mature and make the same crowd, sitting in a circle and enjoying their provisions, while joking. It even sounded like some excessive joking shouts.

The small group attracted attention, including Winsi who saw it because it happened that the crowd was not far from him.

‘Erlan?’ inward Winsi after seeing one of the men. He also put his shoulders. They're a different group, but why is he such a stalker?

After the meal is over, all children are allowed to be free, there is time for some children to shop for food, souvenirs or knick-knacks typical of Ciwidey and Kawah Putih are available along the road and parking lots. There are a lot of street vendors there.

“Win, let's buy boba ice!” take Meri, after finishing cleaning up the leftovers.

“Come!” some of my friends agreed.

They lined up in a row with a few others. The weather was not so cold, making a drink that was a hit among young people were sought after buyers. Winsi took off his jacket which he kept on the elbow of his left hand while his right hand held the money.

‘Heat’ his inner self while wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.

Winsi was surprised when suddenly something felt perched on his head, like being accidentally put up by someone behind him. He turned his head, and spontaneously widened his eyes while holding the tip of the hat, looking at Erlan who was smiling knots at him.

“Hot, right, Buluk Boy? Take my hat!” he said friendly, while fixing the black hat on the head of Winsi.

But to Winsi, her smile and words were annoying. Erlan was like a stalker who followed him wherever he went. Ah, that's right. There was a mild upheaval felt in his stomach then went up to the chest.

“It's worth a million money is not enough, because it runs out the same you are injajanin!” erlan said again, while throbbing and looking away.

Meanwhile, some friends of Winsi who had been in line with him, turned their heads and looked at Erlan. Meri knew him and all this time they were not close. He was the son of a rich man who never got along with them, only lately the man was often seen pacing around the village road, with his motorcycle maticknya.

“What do you mean anyway, from earlier talking about enough money?” wasi. He thought, Erlan was a rich kid but stingy and now talking about money, as if he were a thief. Nah! He never stole anyone's money, let alone Erlan's. Although she lived a simple life, but her mother and the advice of ustadz always remembered that stealing was a sin.

A thief will do the action when everyone is careless and unaware of his actions, therein lies his sin, in addition to stealing including robbing others of their rights, what thieves do is to assume that God does not exist and does not see his actions. And Allah is All-Knowing and All-Meticulous.

“I never asked for money from you, kok!”

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