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THE HOUSE OF AUNT INDRI

Bright sun shines on the Earth. Her warm glow hit my face from behind the glass of the car.

Fridays. 09.45AM

I didn't come to school today. Today is my timetable to meet Dr. Joanna. Minang bloody girl who got the title M.Psi, Psychologist. At a young age and permits easy practice. Of course, because his father was the Director at the hospital where I checked up, as well as a close friend of the Chairman of HIMPSI (Indonesian Psychological Association).

He's kind and smart. He was the first person who could understand me and wanted to be my friend without the frills of Pity.

Ka Joan, I call her so often. He's 7 years older than me. He is 23 years old and has become a psychologist. It's hard to believe. However, it was all the result of his hard work. Being a Psychologist Doctor has been her dream since childhood. There was nothing else he liked but to study and help others.

He loves young children, especially children who do not have parents and children who are lucky like me. He's a fun and Motherly man. A figure like an angel incarnate in my opinion. It is as if he will be endowed with the abundant goodness of God. The drawback is only one. He is not interested in a special relationship with the opposite sex.

"Ma, Mama will wait for me. Just enough to get to the front." I said to Mama who was sitting next to the driver.

"Why beautiful?" Ask Papa while staying focused on driving.

"I think I'll be with Joan for a long time."

"Why? Will you do something with Joan? Girls talk yeaahhh" Mom asks tease me. I rolled my eyeballs.

"What ever, okay?" I asked them both.

"Well, while it's not dangerous, Papa's gapa's permission." Papa.

Papa's car stopped at the hospital door.

"Thank Pa. Ma, sunny's in first." I said as I got out of the car.

"Take care Honey, Don't be late for dinner!" Mama waved her hand from inside the car.

Upon entering the hospital lobby by chance I met Ka Joan. His face immediately glared as he looked at me. He asked the receptionist if there was a schedule with any other patients besides me. And how lucky I was, the receptionist replied no. He immediately took my hand and invited me into his room.

The reason my parents sent me to the Psychologist Doctor was simple. It's hard for a guy like me to live his life in a special way. It is not easy for us to adapt in society in general let alone get friends who really understand our condition.

Eventually, my parents introduced me to Ka Joan. He was in college at the time. Ka Joan has been interested in me ever since she saw me in social class when she was KKN. Then, he asked his father for help to contact Papa. Long story short, we fit each other. He is not only a specialist who deals with my mental health but he is also someone who is always the solution when I have a problem. He gave me the advice I should have given his sister.

I took a step behind him. He let me in first. A room located on the 4th floor of a hospital. A comfortable place and far from the word medical. This room looks more like a living room in a penthouse. The difference is that there is only a desk and a work chair in the corner of the room. Warm atmosphere, dominated by the pleasant sky blue. Equipped with a large one-way glass behind a large chair ka Joan. Which is where we can see our beautiful scenery. This room is suitable for high altitude phobia sufferers. The large glass is suitable to help the sufferer in eliminating his fear.

I'm sitting on a Tosca-colored L letter sofa.

"Tea? Milk? A coffee? A juice? Or hot chocolate?" Tawar to Joan.

"Hot chocolate, Please." Say it with a face.

"Ok that's your favorite." Take 2 mugs and 2 hot chocolate sachets.

After a while he shot 2 mugs on the table then sat next to me.

"So, what do you think about school?" He opened the topic of conversation.

"Well, I've been fishing from far away that school day will be like how. But, I don't think what I'm feeling is far beyond expectations." He looks to be raising his eyebrows.

"Beyond expectations?"

"Yup. By the way, I met someone who helped me a lot. At once he taught me a few things about School life."

"A boy?" Ask. I'm nodding. "Seriously?!" The screech. He looks enthusiastic.

Geez, psychologists shouldn't overreact when listening to his patients' stories. Inner me grumbling. I forgot he was my friend too.

"Well, his name is Devon. I hated him when we first met. But Demian taught me a lot of things." He frowned. Uncomprehending.

"Rooks. Who's Demian? And who's Devon?" I let out a breath. Forgot to explain to him.

"They're the same person. Demian Ivon Soedarno, the minister called him Devon. Abbreviation of Demian and Ivon. Cheerful fun and for sure she's the school's mainstay." I let out a breath.

"In fact, it's not because he's a good kid or rules-abiding. The reason is pretty annoying. He's Ivon Soedarno's son the principal at our school." I pause for a moment to sip hot chocolate.

I'm continuing."So, his father wanted his son to be a role model for other students. That way, the image of him as the father and principal so good in the eyes of people." Ka Joan nodded in understanding.

"Well, you were at the mantion, at first you didn't like Devon long ago so you liked him. That why?"

"Rooks. What?!!." I'm squealing. "I didn't say I liked him." My speech. The psychologist squinted his eyes while grinning teased me.

I turned both my eyeballs. "No! Don't be misunderstanding ma'am, please. I'm the same Devon it's just a matter of course. He told me a few things especially about my best friend Daisy." Obviously to him.

"Daisy?" Ua frowned.

"Eumm, the story's pretty long."

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After parking the car. Mama asked the security guard where the principal's room was. Then the security guard asked one of the students to take us to the Headmaster's room.

We walked through a large field. I saw some students passing by. They look busy. Some children wearing SMP uniforms look stiff and nervous. There appears a large name tag made of cardboard with a Rapia rope bearing the Name, the origin of the school, and the name of the group.

We were finally in front of the principal's room. We were asked to wait for a moment after a teacher told us that the Headmaster was talking to someone.

"MAYO!! Devok doesn't want to!!" Screaming someone from the room.

"..." The cryptic tridot too obvious his interlocutor tried to calm down.

"Why should Devon be Pihh?? That kid's sick doesn't mean Devon has to be a bad luck hero!!" He screamed again.

Samar's interlocutor tries to calm her back down.

"YARRRGGG!!" The man growled in annoyance.

"As far as you are sir Menir!"

Shortly after, the door of the principal's room opened forcibly. Someone came out with a murmur of his face bent sour. Then he slammed the door hard to make me and my mother surprised. He was seen wearing a high school uniform. I read his nametag at a glance that read 'Demian Ivon. S'S'.

"The verdomme!!(!dutch aspersons)." In all probability.

"Aiiishh, mama hope you don't get along with him. No manners at all." Mama said as the man passed in front of us. I ignored what Mama said.

My mom and I entered the room. We were warmly welcomed by the principal. He looked calm and friendly as if nothing had happened. I'm staring. The middle-aged man with a tall stature until his white hair was neatly combed back. His face is very European. Her eyes are beautifully Hazel-colored with a nose so high that her thin lips will be attracted by her high nose.

To the headmaster Mama explained the things I could not do while I was a student at this school. The headmaster understood and understood that he said, "There will be a student named Demian or a friend of his who likes to call him Devon. He's a good boy. He will help you." I frowned. That angry kid?

"I'm sorry, is he your son?" Ask Mama. My mom seems to disagree.

The headmaster smiled proudly and said." Yes, he is my son." I get it now. I don't like situations like this. So that 'disease boy' they were talking about was me?.

The conversation continues. I don't know, I don't really listen to their conversations.

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Day continues. On the first day of school you already know what happened, right? It was the first day of a man about 178-180 tall with Hazel's eyes glittering and straight hair closing one eye swept over me. He is similar to the headmaster only his eyes are sharper and jaw is firm with tan skin flat.I guess He is The Face of our school or mostly called a Coverboy. And someday my guessed its true.Ha!

He knew my name and offered me help. I saw his nametag 'Demian Ivon S' an angry man yesterday.

I looked at her smiling face brightly. I declined his offer because I knew for a fact that he was obviously reluctant to help me. The specious!!.

The incident continued when Ms. Hera accidentally hit me Demian came to my aid. Because he knew what he had to do for his father. Not because I sincerely want to help.

The day goes on and Devon continues to be the 'hiero of misfortune' in my school life. But the falsehood did not last long until that day I snapped 'Munafik' in front of everyone. He didn't say a word. His face looks satisfied. Samar I heard 'the hazel' as soon as I mocked him. He chuckles. I don't understand what's in his brain anymore.

I left the crowd with a half-dead annoyance. My clothes are dirty and now they're going to talk about me for cursing 'exemplary student' the proud son of the headmaster.

I'm walking in no direction. The people who cross paths with me they look at me with a strange look. Some held back laughter and closed their noses. I know right now my condition deserves to be called 'sweet sour squid girl'. Sucks!

I decided to go to the bathroom. Instantly someone pulled my arm and took me to a corner near the bathroom.

I looked at him and he was... The demian?

We stand facing. He looked at me expressionlessly. Her ever-shimmering hazel eyes were staring at me sharply. I could see her face intensely and I admit she was, Handsome. Especially his eyes that always make me jealous at once amazed. In addition to his proportional body like athletes do not forget his tan skin. How not it is a manifestation of the success of a mixed marriage between the Greeks and the Caucasoids.

I heard from Sarah she was a member of the school band and MPK Chairman candidate. His popularity has been recognized by all school residents. From the student to the teacher admires his figure. With the exception of me, my dear daisy friend who never cared about anything other than herself and Miss Hera Students and the head of BK only we from the women who did not follow adored this hazel.

"Sorry." That's the word that came out of his lips. "Gua understand you do not like what gua lalakin lo." Further

"Thanks for calling the cave a hypocrite in front of many people, the cave is not angry because it is the reality." He still has no expression. Excuse me, what did he say? Thanks guys?

"As the cave's apology..." Speech ceased. His fingers grabbed the buttons of his shirt and took them off one by one. Hold on hold, What will he do?

I'm staring around here lonely. He looked at me intensely. The distance between us is very close. I gulped back and took one step. My heart is beating abnormally. My watch blinked as usual when something happened to my heart. Ohh God!! Is he will topless?!.

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