KAFKAS
YOU HAVE YOUR ANCESTORS

•^_Happy Reading•

Seen from the bottom floor of the dining room, a man in a typical school uniform Lentara Bangsa is down the stairs.

One by one the steps on his foot were so relaxed, even though the clock had shown at 06.55 which means he had five minutes to travel the distance between his home school.

"Mom, where's Kafka's black jacket?" he asked while pulling a chair at the dining table.

"Sorry A, a black leather jacket or a black jacket full of patches huh A?" ask Bi Maemunah Art at Kafka's house. He did not like it when he was called Aden. For him all the same, do not distinguish status, social, even position. He would rather be treated as a child than as an employer.

"That's not an Mbu patch, it's a badge or an emblem. Please just get that one, Mbu."

"Oh, his name is Baek."

Kafka smiled faintly "Not Baek Mbu, but badge."

"Yes, that means A" Bi Mae said, chuckling.

"Yes Mbu, get it."

"Well A, Mbu get it first" said Bi Mae as she sauntered away leaving Kafka.

While waiting for Bi Mae to pick up a black jacket with Waldemarr's oversized badge, Kafka applied a slice of bread with chocolate jam and cheese to his breakfast menu this morning.

"It's A, his jacket and his bag."

"Thank you."

"Together A."

After the breakfast ritual was completed, Kafka immediately stood up and wore his proud black jacket on the back of the carved symbol of Culture Indonesia combined with two Angel wings that read Waldemarr as an icon. Then he immediately grabbed the key of his motorbike which was on the nightstand of the television room and attached a black bag on his right shoulder.

"Mom, Kafka left ya." said Kafka as he shook Bi Mae's hand. For Kafka, Bi Mae is the second Mother who always accompanies her from childhood when her biological Mother is always busy outside.

"Yes A, be careful not to speed too much."

He just nodded his head and immediately stepped out to the garage door of his house, took a motorbike and went to school.

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LERARA BANGSA SCHOOL.

His black Ducati motorcycle darted into the main gate of the school to a parking lot that was already full lined with cars or motorcycles. Just now he lowered his motorcycle standard and then opened his black full face helmet. Kafka already felt he was being observed from the gate of the school building.

With Kafka immediately off the bike and walking about three meters right in front of the basketball court, Kafka could already see a middle-aged woman looking at him giddy while shaking her waist. Who else if not Miss Nasution Duma, fierce teacher of batak blood who today is in charge of picket welcomes children who come late.

"KAFKA AEFAR KEIZKARA!" shouted Bu Duma calling the name of Kafka who tried to escape.

"HEY, DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? YOU THINK THIS SCHOOL HAS YOUR ANCESTORS, HUH?" nagging Bu Duma with his distinctive voice.

"Well, this mother is anyhow. This school does not have Kafka's ancestors, but his grandfather. Did you forget?" oceh Sanz, who arrived late today.

"YOU'RE QUIET." Ms. Duma came back wrathful, her face was very flushed, making Sanz's guts shriek.

"Shyutt, ma'am don't be so loud. The others learn later they are disturbed lo." Now it's Ocean's turn to speak.

"You shut up, you guys are always troublemaking. Every day late, always create problems that make you the circle of space BK. You have no pity what Mr. Darmawan always makes you love letters. Not to mention that Mr. Darmawan must also give you punishment. To the extent that he is confused too, because almost overwhelmed to face you who are too often making trouble. My hand is also up to the calluses to write your name in this book." said Ms. Duma in a slightly soft tone.

Bu Duma glanced at Kafka's appearance which came with a chaotic appearance.

"And you're Kafka, any way your shirt is a mess. It makes my vision dizzy. Where's your tie? Clothes are taken out so, your shoes are red, not to mention your vest you're not buttoned. How you are Kafka." Ms. Duma shook her head.

"You are with me in the spaciousness." Bu Duma's order led them with an annoyed face.

"Why are you Miss.l?" tanya Ocean.

"You hang all of you on the flagpole" replied Ms. Duma.

"The pole won't collapse, ma'am, if we're all hanging together there? Thought we flag times, whose weights are light." protested Sanz.

"Be quiet Sanz, now you three respectfully stand in front of the flagpole until the break reads. Don't try to escape. I'm monitoring you from the classroom." The instructions of Bu Duma and directly stepped left the three of them.

"What's the Gecu language?" ask Sanz confused.

"Gemoy and funny, ogeb." replied Ocean chuckled softly.

"Ciah, crisp." ledek Sanz.

After making sure Bu Duma left and disappeared from his sight, Kafka left the field and stepped towards the rooftop that was behind the school building.

"Where is the boss going?" tanya Sanz and Samudera compact.

But the master they mean also not at all pinched, he just walked straight.

While Sanz who saw Kafka walking without poking his words was finally only able to follow.

"Tow another you? Must be in law again on the ground? But with the rest you even run towards the rooftop." said the shoulder-haired girl who met Kafka on the rooftop stairs.

"Eh neng Luna, why are you here?" ask Sanz while he's grinning.

"What are you doing here, not in class?" Kafka's.

"Great turn, it's a question." Sanz.

But Kafka only glanced for a moment and now looked back at Luna.

"I'm checking in, are there any students coming here or not. It was safe, nobody. Uh, it's just now that I met the two of you who even want to go up to the rooftop." explained Luna.

"The name you two want me to write in this book?" Luna showed me the book of order that was in her hands. "If you still want to try your step up."

"Gue just wanted to smoke a cigarette, that's left for class." Kafka's.

"Can't kaf, you have to go down and back to the field. Not to the class, which there is even your punishment added later."

"Stay." said Kafka.

"Sorry, I'm asking you to come back to the field now."

"Lo who anther me?"

"Why should I, kaf? You can go back to Sanz."

"Lo Rich don't know Kafka, it's anter Lun. Rather than not want to obey the boy." ledek Sanz with a mocking smile.

"Yes, come on." waltz off into the field.

While the Ocean does not follow Kafka and Sanz. Even now it is cool to be in the cafeteria enjoying fried rice and sweet iced tea.

Geck...

Geck...

Geck...

The clattering of footsteps wearing high heels echoed in the canteen room. The ocean ignored someone walking towards it.

"THE OCEAN? YES, I LOOK EVERYWHERE NOT. APPARENTLY YOU'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME EATING FRIED RICE HERE." Murka Bu Duma while hammering the left ear of the Ocean.

"Oh, duh, duh, ouch, ma'am. My stomach was rumbling, Mom. That's why I have breakfast." Pekik Samudera in pain.

"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. NOW WHERE ARE KAFKA AND SANZ?" the screams of Bu Duma boomed all over the cafeteria room.

"They're into the rooftop ma'am."

"You come with me back to the field. I'll increase your punishment later."

"But Ma??"

"There's no buts" said Ms. Duma nagging.