Little Do You Know
prologues
Adiba Selina, or the girl who was familiarly called Diba, could now only remain helpless before many students who were laughing at his misfortune at this time. With the school uniform wet, knees bruised, random hair scrambled, the body trembled in the cold, with a kneeling and weakly bowed position.
Embarrassed? Sure.
Sick? Not anymore.
A mangosteen? No. gabe.
For Diba to be treated like this is still considered ordinary. He had felt much more pain than this. So why cry, ask for mercy? It will only worsen the oppression.
Fight off? It will only make him miserable. Diba knew himself enough not to make his life suffer more. The girl had already felt very, very enough for the suffering she had been through all this time.
"People like you do fit in downstairs"
Diba just silently listened to the haughty young man before him who was stomping his foot on the floor, as if stepping on something.
"You should be self-conscious not to embarrass the school because there's trash like you"
"It's poor, it's ugly, it's weak, it's alive again"
He remained silent, no matter how many other students were thrown. Answering is free. Even to clench his hands as a sign of annoyance he did. He still loves life and scholarships.
"Let's go. It's sick of me seeing the look of his trash" added the haughty young man who became the mastermind in his suffering at this school.
After the young man's departure, now all the students who surrounded him moved away leaving him still kneeling on the wet floor with a few grains of ice that began to melt. Diba breathed a sigh of relief, even though he knew that it would not last long. But at least he could feel calm for a moment.
Diba again restrained his movement when he found a pair of legs stopped in front of him. Without even looking at his face, Diba already knew who always came at the end of his bully event.
A pocket-sized tissue landed smoothly on his lap.
"That's really good, it's just the environment that makes him an antagonist without a heart like this" he added, then left in front of Diba.
It's always like this. The young man named Zaki always came to give him tissue and said if Arkan —young who always bullied Diba— was a good person. As if not allowing Diba to think badly about the bully.
Diba stared at the tissue that was still in his lap. With a faint smile he unconsciously smiled. One pack of this pocket-size tissue is enough to dry his soaked body without anything being missed. He took the tissue and hugged his own body when the wind came blowing through the body, making him feel cold again.
Diba got up from his position, walked towards the locker to pick up the spare uniform he always prepared before finally going to the toilet to change his clothes. Along the way, Diba just kept his head down, not daring to look at the students who were staring at him cynically, even censuring him brightly.
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He took a quick glance at the clock stuck on the Minimart wall where he worked part-time which has become his routine from the last two years. He will work after school until 8pm. This he did to eat, buy the mother's medicine, and the needs of his school.
"Sir, Diba went home first" said Diba.
"Oo Iyah briefly" said Mr. Indra the owner of the minimart. "This is your salary this month, and also the bonus" said Mr. Indra gave a brown envelope containing the money to Diba.
"Alhamdulillah. Thank you very much sir"
"Dad, same thing. Quickly go home there, later last night" Diba nodded, then withdrew.
Diba walked into a small alley to his house with a scraping bag containing the medicine he had bought from the pharmacy on his way home. The step of the girl who soon turned 17 years old was getting faster when she heard the voice of people who shouted from inside her house.
Half-running, Diba sprinkled himself on the door of his house to quickly open. He opened his eyes when he saw a woman lying on the floor sobbing softly and a man who was kicking her mercilessly.
"YOUR MOTHER DIDN'T WANT TO GIVE YOU MONEY"
"mom's sick again sir, where have money if not work"
"EAT HIM YOUR MOTHER IS NOT USEFUL" cried Efendi again kicking the wife's leg.
"FATHER STOP SICKIN MOM" cried Diba hysterically.
"ARE YOU BRAVE, FATHER?"
"UPON THE FATHER" Diba turned to the mother. "Mother rest well. Keep taking the medicine" said Diba softly. Riri nodded weakly, trying to stand up with Diba's help.
"You bought medicine? It means having money. Where love to the father" pinta Efendi.
"But sir, this is money for us to eat" Diba replied.
"HAD SINIIN THE MONEY. LATER THE FATHER MUST HAVE WON, SO MR. REPLACE" snapped Efendi pulled Diba's bag impatiently.
"SISTER WHY CONTINUE TO PLAY GAMBLING? SIN PAK, ONLY NGANBISIN MONEY" cried Diba trying to take back his bag.
With a single blow Efendi pushed Diba to fall with his wife. The man smiled curiously as he landed a brown envelope containing 200,000 dollars in it.
"Nih, the father turned his bag" he said throwing the bag to the owner and waltzing away from his house.
Diba got up and helped Riri into the room. He laid the weak body with the heart. I don't know what happened to Riri, it's been two months since the mother lay weak helpless. Wanted to take the mother to the hospital for intensive care, but all returned to her family's insufficient financial ability. To eat and ransom drugs only rely on the work of Diba who is not how much, even just once a month he got.
"I'm sorry for the mother who has troubled you, Di" said Riri, holding the child's hand.
"it's okay, Diba doesn't feel hard on mom. Diba sincerely takes care of mother. Mother quickly recovered so that she could invite Diba to the night market again" Riri nodded while smiling in response to the child's more whining speech.
"Yes, I've taken the medicine first, then rest" he said, helping Riri take the medicine he gave.
"Mother is she praying?" Riri cuddles.
"Where is your money?" Ask Riri lirih.
"There's a ma'am. Diba is smarter at hiding money from his father than his mother" Diba replied chuckling at the end of the sentence. Riri simply smiled in response to the words of her daughter.
"Have ah, Mother rest huh. Diba also wants to rest. Assalamualaikum" Diba kisses his mother's cheek before passing.
"Waalaikum greetings" replied Riri smiling warmly.
Diba came out of his parents' room and went into the bathroom to clean himself, after which he went to his own room. Diba threw his body into a mattress that he had occupied for more than 10 years. Feels hard indeed, but this mattress is what always makes him feel comfortable in resting.
His eyes looked straight at the ceiling of his room. His memory of today was again spinning in his brain. The heavy sighs continued to blow, until finally slowly the two eyelids closed, with the hope that he always awaited every night.
I hope tomorrow will be better than today.
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