He's Not The Best
9. Ice Boba And Money
Ice Boba And Money
“So, it's up to me dong, what money I want to dipake, want to snack or want to buy anything!” Winsi said in a mocking tone. As he spoke, he turned around and now they were facing each other then, thumping at Erlan.
Erlan furrowed her brows for the sake of hearing a conversation that made no sense to her. He gave me some money that Basri asked for yesterday. The middle-aged man said he would return it someday, but Erlan forbade it. He gave it to Winsi, as a gift because for him one million was equivalent to his allowance for one week.
A few days ago, Basri told him that he needed money to pay for his school fees, bought him shoes, bags and a jacket so that the boy would not get cold during the tour. Erlan was concerned to hear that, after learning that the provincial parents, did not make money because they had just had an accident and had to serve his car in order to return to work.
Everything Erlan had heard from Winsi was different, the girl as if she had not received the money she had deposited with her Basri-fathers. That's impossible, right? A father will not betray his own son. However, if it is true that Winsi did not accept it, what the money was used for by Basri.
“Yes. The money you have received from whoever it is, is indeed your right.” Erlan did not accept Vinsi denied it and did not believe that, the child he saw was quite pious it turned out to be this harsh on the person who had helped him.
“But remember, appreciate the people who have already nolongin you, until you can leave now.” Erlan added the advice sentence.
Winsi pursed her lips then, she said in self-defense. “What is the relationship I can leave now. I use my own savings, you know?”
“What? Pake money savings?” Erlan was in disbelief, she turned her gaze away while smiling mockingly. He pulled Winsi to the side of the queue, so that his turn was interrupted by others, Winsi looked on with uneasiness, while her other friend was getting her turn now.
“Lease!” with all his strength Winsi brushed Erlan's hand, even wanting to use one of the moves to twist it. He already had the basic intelligence of karate, only his strength was not yet strong enough to fight a man as tall as Erlan. If what was with him now was, an incompetent woman, then Winsi could really defeat him.
He has been training karate since the fifth grade in secret, because his training schedule is always when his father returns. If only you knew he was wasting money on it, his anger would not have been light. In addition, karate training is the best way to avoid fathers if they are at home. Always Winsi had a reason, such as group learning, so that nothing happened that could trigger Basri's anger.
There has been a lot of oppression that he has experienced since childhood, even since he was a baby. When Runa left and left him for Basri to do another task, then he cried, the man did not hesitate to hit or pinch him. Therefore, the feeling of fear naturally overshadowed his heart, as if there was a distance of thousands of kilometers separating the bond of heart with his father. A broken heart, has become the basis in the depths of the heart, leaving behind hatred.
He trained to forge himself, so that later not as weak as his mother, not easily succumb to the violence he received, not easily give up with people who oppress him. His weakness gradually became his strength, kind heart and body. The effects of domestic violence on minors will be present after a child has grown up. He could not fight the father at this time, afraid of being accused of being an ungodly child, after all, his father had a much larger body than him.
Right now, Winsi pushed Erlan's chest strong making the teenager slightly stagger back, she did not expect that this girl's energy, strong as well.
“What do all your sayings mean?” asked Winsi while looking at Erlan nanar.
“I should ask, what do you mean? Did you lie to your father? He said he needed money to buy shoes, bags, but where? You still use that buluk bag!”
“Heh! The bully bag is not yours either! Besides, yeah, I never asked for money with you let alone with you. I told you, I used my savings!”
After saying so, Winsi left just like that, again leaving Erlan with her own thoughts.
‘Actually what happened?’ inner Erlan while staring at the back of Winsi who was getting away, towards the boba ice stand where all her friends had enjoyed it.
Winsi approached the seller who is now not so crowded, again. He ordered the same drink as his friends. As he was about to pay, he realized something was missing from his hand, it was his money! Ah, that's right.
His chest was rumbling, but his heart seemed to lose a beat, his face pias, but it was hot, while his hands were trembling, his money was gone, then, how would he pay?
Winsi only brought a pocket money of fifty thousand, no more money in his pocket. Without him noticing, the money disappeared from his grasp, as he held Erlan's hat on his ship. Suddenly there was another man who added a thick sense of hatred in his heart. Because the man was a pretty big pocket money, lost.
He was still confused in front of the stand, as Meri called him, from one of the seats lined up.
“Win, come quickly, here!”
Winsi looked at her friend blankly, then she opened her mouth to ask Meri to come closer and borrow money to pay for her ice.
“Meri! Here dong!” winsi said while waving her hands.
Meri approaching, “What's up?” tanyanya, while sucking ice in his glass.
“Meri ... i..” Winsi's speech came to a halt at the same time a man cringed beside her.
“Bu, ice boobanya two yes, here's the money, another payin who has him!” erlan said, pointing at Winsi. The man who pushes his body between himself and others.
Winsi turned around not understanding why this man was like a fly that followed food wherever he went. However, he felt relieved that there was no need to owe Meri, while about Erlan who had treated her bob ice. After all, the money used to pay for the ice was nothing to a man like him.
Naturally, if Erlan paid one portion of ice for 15,000 rupiah, while he had to lose 50,000 rupiah, it was a large amount for a child like him.
So, when his friends buy trinkets of hair ornaments, such as bando with pearls, or T-shirts typical of Ciwidey, there are also his friends who buy bracelets and necklaces with pendants, heart, ribbon of lace, butterfly-shaped hairpin ..he can only see it, while biting a finger. He had no money to buy anything. All this because of Erlan, if not his pity, Winsi could buy the things he wanted.
“Thank you, Brother!” finally that was all he said, then, went towards the seat among his entourage of friends. He enjoys ice Boba with enthusiasm while talking typical of children.
“Sama-sama,” said Erlan with a smile. He had glanced at the face of Winsi who looked red with embarrassment, while his heart became happy, although he knew now, if Basri turned out to have used himself and his own son for money.
‘But, I can what?’ inwardly, while bringing his ordered drink to where his friend gathered.
He knew that Winsi could not pay for the drinks because he did not have the money. The teenager thought that he was a helper, if he were not there, maybe Winsi did not know what to do.
Yes, the mind of teenagers his age still can not include one branch of faith, namely Ikhlas, in his life. Adult humans who already understand the importance of this trait also often ignore it.
Erlan and his close friends, indeed have plans to go on vacation to Ciwidey, long ago and that day they made it happen. That area, was slightly different from the place they often used to relax. Usually, the three children of successful entrepreneurs who are friendly choose a hotel or tourist spot full of challenges to, vent their hobbies and hobbies.
Sometimes, they go to a warm bath, or just play the billboard in one of their parents' homes. But this time, there is a heart teasing Erlan wanted to go on a vacation in the style of ordinary people by carrying a potluck of rice and eating on the grass without a pedestal. Surprisingly, his three friends agreed just like that.
There was no coincidence, but what happened now was indeed a coincidence when it turned out, Winsi and Erlan were in the same place, even the man was acting like a helper angel to him.
The day was past noon, when the teachers asked all the students of the tour participants to gather in the parking lot of their respective bus places. While waiting for some friends who had not been present, Winsi sat between Meri and some friends he just glanced at them silently as the friends showed off what they bought and brought home.
“Win, I want to pee, yuk temenin,” Meri said with a grimace, then, move from her seat.
“Come! But, say the same Mr. Master first, yes?”
“Ya.”
The two children, walking closer to one of the existing teachers, after saying a few words, they went to the female toilet, they alternately used the same public toilet. While Winsi was still waiting for Meri outside, someone patted her shoulder. She's looking.
“When, you go home?” erlan asked as their two eyes had already met each other's eyes.
“Now also want to go home.” Winsi replied calmly, while removing the black hat that had been perched on his head since. That's a nice hat.
Winsi smiled, saying, “Nih, Sis, his hat. Thanks, yeah. It's not hot, it's!”
Erlan received it with a heavy heart, she stared at the hat in hand as she said, “Come with me, yuk! I'm anter until home.”
“Ngak akh, surely the contents of his car are men all.”
After Winsi said so, Meri happened to finish and they left Erlan.
“Come!” take Meri, grab Winsi's hand after glancing at Erlan and smiling at her.
During the long journey, Winsi fell asleep because of fatigue, some other children were the same. He sat down with Meri, his countryman. They are like glue and paper that are difficult to separate.
There is a water point that soaks the window glass and the inside forms a white vapor, making Winsi moved to draw some shapes there. He feels funny and excited. Forgetting all the pain left behind was like a wound in his heart.
But soon, he will return home, where he will meet with the Father again, because usually Basri will go home every weekend, from his job as a truck driver who transports various basic foodstuffs to various cities.
She is not alone, there are many children in the world who get domestic violence for different reasons and different ways.
Winsi sighed softly, while drawing a deep breath, she turned to Meri who was asleep. He slightly teased her by playing the tip of her nose.
“Win, silence ah ... amused to know?” meri said scowling because her friend was teasing.
“Finally, you're funny, sleep only.”
“I'm sleepy!” After saying, Meri fell asleep again.
Winsi again looked out the window while thinking about Erlan's words about the travel expenses. The man's words seemed to assume that, he could go to school tour visits because of the money he gave. How could Erlan possibly give him that much money? He is not a brother, friend or relative. He is just someone who knows each other because they live in neighbors even though their homes are a bit far apart.
A moment later Winsi was reminded of the incident a few days ago, when she had just returned home delivered by Erlan to the house and passed by Basri who was about to go out. Winsi furrowed his eyebrows, when he realized that at that time, it could be Erlan, giving some money requested by Basri as a school tour fee.
He regretted his attitude that did not and had not had time to discuss this, with his mother because after the incident, my father had gone and did not return to this day.
Winsi was astonished to digest his own thoughts and a fact that indeed the Father used the money given by Erlan worth one million, but his father did not give it to him in the least. What the hell, even he can't buy shoes and bags, but you're wearing that money for pleasure
It was still raining as tourism buses carrying children began arriving in their school grounds. It's June, it's already summer, but it's raining pretty hard.
All the children ran from the bus to the school terrace, some waiting for the invitation of their parents, some were desperate to penetrate the water troops that descended from the sky. There are those who ride public transportation and some are like Provinsi, faithfully waiting for the rain to subside, because unfortunately with new clothes they have when wet.
As the day progressed, all the buses returned to the base, some of the children finally returned, while Winsi was still alone. Meri picked up her brother with a raincoat.
“Win, I first huh?”
“Ya.”
“You, it's okay alone?”
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