Second Life
56. That Face

The three of them walked together, the viola pushing the Neta wheelchair, while the meta carried Neta's bag. The three of them occasionally laughed with reminiscing about their funny pasts, they paid no heed to everyone's gazes. Let them say what, but they do not know the truth, they only know and believe what they want to know and they believe.

“Wah... Whoa... Who is this? Oops! Kasian. Ih joking handicapped,” taunted someone well who else if not Anggi, who had always been jealous of Neta and he also still had a grudge with volleyball game yesterday.

“What do you mean huh?!” The growling meta gripped the collar of Anggi's shirt, Anggi smiled obliquely. “Why hemm? Don't be pretentious, in the end, Lo herself makes her situation like that. Wh why? Can't stop, can you, Lo? So people do not be pretentious in front of well, but behind the behavior of the cake Dajjal aja.” Meta who can't stand what Anggi said he wanted to slap Anggi's face that song, but was held by Neta.

“Do not judge others, you are basically the same as him. You only know what he looks like because he hears on the other side, but does not hear on the other side, so STOP doing things that will make you look evil in the eyes of others. The proof is we are still friends anyway, not leaving his friend despite what he looks like. Because we know what you don't know,” Neta replied by stroking the back of a meta hand. In order for his anger to subside Neta knew it would have an impact like this, then his Neta as hard as convincing Meta, if he had no problem with yesterday's events.

“So for you Anggi, do not judge someone from a crime that is not necessarily a crime that he did himself. Sometimes people who commit crimes but we are affected, you are not an easy boy to eat with gossip out there, have sense, right? So use that sense before digesting everything. If not, then why does God give reason to man. But the wits were not in use,” Neta clapped vio's hand, signalling let's go. The sensitive Vio directly pushed the wheelchair and left Anggi like a statue.

Anggi was silent like a statue, he got advice and said that he had no sense at all. “What do you mean?!!” yelled Anggi who did not accept, just know the opponent who was spoken to had gone from before him. Directly Anggi Stomping his legs and indignation was unclear to everyone. “What's wiry? Want me to gouge it eyeballs!!”

*At Aditya* residence*

“sad this provision for you well,” said Gina and nod by Aditya, but when looking at the lunch box there are two. Aditya furrowed his brows, the understanding Gina smiled sweetly. “This is for the future mother-in-law, you hand over to her yah?”

“But bun,”

“Nothing but-but, you hand over to Neta, kasian she will definitely to the difficulty of eating.” Aditya who heard that also stared in wonder at this place. “Tap the sick it's Bun's leg, not his hand.” Aditya replied with a slight sprain, how can the sick leg not be able to eat. What does this have to do try? Aditya is increasingly confused by the thoughts of his parents.

“When you are here, just love to eat to him should be ashamed,” said Gina by handing over both provisions to her beloved son. Inevitably Aditya was forced to follow the will of his beloved mother.

“I'm saying goodbye Bun, assalamu’alaikum.”

Aditya just nodded and after he kissed Gina, rushed her away from there instead of being told to bring water for her future daughter-in-law. “Mother part why try to play matches, in case I do not do what?” gerutu Aditya while driving and occasionally he glanced at the blue stock box. It turns out that the mother-in-law knows, if Neta's favorite color is blue, since Gina knows that Neta is her son-in-law, she looks for anything she likes and dislikes.

Arriving at school right in the parking lot Aditya saw Neta and her best friend hugging. Aditya just stared flat and left the three of them who were swept away in the atmosphere. The lesson time was started and the first hour was Indonesian, Neta was lucky not Aditya. If Aditya does not know what will happen considering they are in a match with each other, of course it makes Neta feel awkward with the status of those who are engaged.

“Thankful-gratitude,” muttered Neta, a savvy vio could only smile looking at Neta's face that looked relieved. “Why, are you afraid that you will enter Mr Aditya?” god viola by raising her eyebrows.

“Whispering you,” replied Neta with a flushed face, Vio who saw only clucked in disbelief. “Atututu... Turns out to be shy too well, usually shy.” Canda vio with giggles.

“Viola what are you kawain?” asked Mr. Indra with an intimidating look viola, viola who got the gaze immediately sat down swiftly, afraid of the eraser floating towards him, because Mr. Indra is different from the others, he does not look at gender and status. If wrong is wrong, and will get a reward, this kind of teacher is worthy of respect. Not a teacher who is picky where the smart in love and which is stupid already well you must know it.

“Sorry sir,” replied viola with a guilty face, if he answered with a smile that face could be charcoal ntar. “Alright we continue the lesson that was delayed earlier.”

The hour of rest reads, for three hours Indra sir taught it feels like life is not in place. Because he teaches very seriously so seriously when there are students who begin to sleepy Mr. Indra immediately knocks on the table and gives questions. And that was the most horrible thing for them.

“Finally, I feel alive again. After a long time of hard-earned survival I was free too,” said viola whose eyes were immediately fresh out of the classroom, Because from that moment she tried to resist the sleepiness that haunted her.

“Iya very severe yes, that's Mr. Indra not about hours pagajar him today 3 hours want numbness.” Complaints meta and nodding by Neta who agree what the opinion of these two best friends.

“Neta,” call someone Neta feels familiar with that voice. And sure enough, that voice made him high blood in memory of yesterday's events.

“What?” ketus Neta did not like the person in front of him.