Missing In Silence
Moving letter

Kenzi tried to talk to Sakura. “Pardon my attitude back then, I was too rude to you.” Kenzi. Sakura listened while thinking, “Am I dreaming? Or indeed Kenzi is currently calling and talking to me without stammering!” Sakura thought it was strange.

“Hallo..Sakura...are you listening to me?” Kenzi was confused because Sakura had not spoken since. “Oh yes! I'm listening, Kenzi...Are you okay right now?” Sakura asked curiously.

“I'm fine! What about you, are you still mad at me?” Kenzi. “I'm fine too! And I'm not mad at you Kenzi!” Sakura is increasingly convinced that Kenzi has really improved, “What happened to him, until he can now speak fluently back to how he used to?” Think Sakura.

“Can I meet you, Sakura?” Ask Kenzi. “Hmmm.It's Kenzi's night, you better rest, I'm also sleepy, because I have to take care of my transfer letter at school!” Answer Sakura.

“Goodnight Kenzi !” Sakura immediately turned off her phone. “Wait ..!” Kenzi wasn't given a chance to talk anymore. Kenzi thought of Sakura's words just now, “Surat moved? Where is Sakura going to move?” Kenzi was not calm.

Sakura couldn't stop thinking about Kenzi. “What I do! Why am I still worried about Kenzi, I should be happy, because he is getting better! I have to learn not to worry about it keep going!”

The bedroom lights on Sakura's head off, she tries to close her eyes. Sakura continued to turn her body to the right and to the left. “Why can't I sleep? I've forgiven him, I'm not angry with him, so why do I feel restless? Is it because suddenly he can speak fluently?” Sakura squeezed her head feeling upset herself.

“What should I have said earlier, if we could meet? Haaaahh.by the way what the hell am I!” Sakura actually misses Kenzi and now her heart is getting restless after hearing Kenzi's voice.

Kenzi's feelings aren't good. “I have to meet Sakura now!” Kenzi. Room door, Kenzi opened slowly, “Has everyone been asleep?” Kenzi Whispers. Peering over, Kenzi tried to get out without using his wheelchair. Slowly Kenzi walked, holding onto the wall.

Kenzi managed to climb down the stairs, then he walked towards the front door. While passing through Fumida's room, Kenzi stopped his steps. Fumida's bedroom door opens. Fumida came out with her eyes still half closed.

Kenzi panicked and immediately turned to look for a place to hide. Due to the rush, Kenzi could not keep up with his footsteps. “Gubraak!” Kenzi fell to the floor. Fumida heard a voice, he was startled and then tried to open his eyes wide.

“Who is it?” Shouted Fumida in fear. The fumida slowly approached the source of the sound. Kenzi tried to pull his leg out of sight of Fumida. “Hai..who's there! Quickly answer, or I'll hit you!” Fumida prepared to hit, carrying a broom in his hand.     

Kenzi immediately stood up, “This is me...It's me, Kenzi!” Kenzi. “Yaa my goodness Kenzi! What are you doing these nights? Surprise people!” Said Fumida sighing in relief. “Hehehe..maafin I'm Hassan!” Kenzi smiled shyly.

Kenzi then walked away wanting to leave Fumida and return to his room. “EEett..wait a minute!” Fumida's scream prevented Kenzi from pulling his arm. Kenzi's move was also held back. “What's the Screw?” Ask Kenzi.

Fumida looked at Kenzi, then surrounded him thinking. “Where's your wheelchair, Kenzi? Don't tell me, if you walk from your room and get down here!” Fumida was surprised.

“I'm leaving Dad!” Sakura. Ihsan looked towards the dining table. All the food he made seemed to be intact, unspoiled in the least. Ihsan sighed. “Sakura is still mad at me!” Ihsan.

At the Administration office, “This is the letter, now you just have to ask for the signature of the homeroom and principal, okay!” Said the school Adminstration Officer. “Thanks a lot Sir!” Answer Sakura.

It was so heavy that Sakura's feet stepped into the teacher's room, to ask for her Guardianship's signature. “You can definitely Sakura, you can definitely!” Sakura's whispers encourage herself.

When Sakura was about to open the door of the teacher's room, suddenly the letter she was holding was pulled by someone and carried away by a man. “Haiii..who are you!” Shouted Sakura in shock as she chased after the man. “Restore my mail!”

They were behind the school building. Both of their breaths were so irregular. Sakura looked down exhausted, she saw the hand of this man still tightly grasping his letter. “Give me a letter!” Sakura said furiously.

Then this man turned around. Sakura is stunned, it turns out that it was Rivan, the man who once lent her an umbrella. “You!” Sakura immediately pulls the letter out of Rivan's grasp.

“I'm sorry, I just don't want you to regret!” Rivan looked at Sakura. “What do you mean?” Sakura asked not understanding. “I know, you're standing in front of the teacher's room, because you want to ask for a signature for the move letter right?” Rivan said in a tone as if he did not want Sakura to change schools.

“Do not interfere in the affairs of others!” Shouted Sakura turned around and left Rivan. “No! You can't transfer from this school!” Said Rivan while blocking Sakura's path by stretching out her arms.

Sakura looks furious. The letter he had in his grasp, kneaded. “Do not mess with me, I no longer want to joke!” Sakura said restraining herself from getting carried away by emotions. 

But Rivan didn't get out of Sakura's way. Instead, he stood up to block Sakura. “Benefitting this child!” Sakura looked upset, she was already unable to be patient anymore. “Hyyaaaattt..!” Sakura quickly grabs Rivan's hand, then Sakura flips over and slams Rivan's body to the ground. “Braaakk!”

“Aaaakh..!” Rivan groans to the sick. Sakura looked down, “I warned you earlier, don't mess with me!” Sakura went over Rivan's body lying on the ground.

“Wait....Aaaakhs! Don't go Sakura!” Rivan said as he groaned. Sakura turned her head and ignored Rivan's screams, she kept walking back towards the teacher's room. Rivan tried to get up, even though his body hurt. “You can't move Sakura! Can't!” Rivan said, again determined to thwart Sakura's plan. 

“Excuse me sir.!” Sakura approached her class Guardian table. “Iya, what is Sakura?” Ask the 9th grade.