Last Letter to Mom
2

Sani, the beautiful girl with beautiful eyeballs was sitting waiting inside the house. Sometimes he stared at the television and re-opened the page on his cellphone. What he saw was not a shopping site or a site that many young people loved in general.

Sani since childhood is not a spoiled child type. They even tend to be independent and smart. No wonder since the early bench Sani always won the top rank and never once his achievements shifted.

Not a few friends are also teachers who are amazed at the intelligence of Sani above average. But behind it all Sani felt inferior. Not a few of his friends insinuate and even ridicule the status of him who was born without a father. It's all been a secret.

Fortunately of the many friends who glanced at Sani with one eye, there are also friends of Sani who want to be his best friend. He Ijal, a boy his little friend while teaching who is now a school in high school who always faithfully accompanied him.

Ijal is not just a friend, but has been a friend of Sani since SD. I don't know what taqdir is or the intentional element. From SD to High School is always one school.

On the sidelines of reading the article, a notification sound is heard.

Sani opens the notification, it turns out Ijal sent a message wa.

"San.. What are you doing?"

"Let's read wa you."

"Gue know I send wa, not send money. I mean tuh, you before reading wa I you again why?"

"You want to answer everything?"

"Ih you've really done it, asked how he answered gaje."

"Lu is just like Gaje."

"Well asked me about the war, have you before reading wa I'm the last you ever did?" It seems that Ijal has been used to responding to Sani's cool and sometimes jutek abis attitude.

"Read the article."

"What article?"

"Much."

"Yes, what?"

"Lu want a consensus on what the exam is?"

"Yes, nanya aja. Let me get some input."

"Males ticks."

"I called you!"

"Males hoisting!"

"Ent... "

Silence no more sending messages. Sani read the article seriously. No matter the conversation that has been stopped from his best friend.

Fifteen minutes later.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Sani frowned. He quickly ran to his room carrying the veil he used to wear in his house. The voice was no stranger to hearing.

"Getishalight."

Sani opened the door, his eyes staring lazily.

"Whether you come here at night?" Sani bends his face with his manyun lips, jutek.

"Gue wants to stamp a note for tomorrow. In my class there is a repetition, jutek... " Ijal without awkwardly calling 'jutek'

"What record?"

"Mathematics."

Sani with his jutek face went into the room looking for a notebook and came back to Ijal.

"Now!" Sani thrust his notebook at Ijal.

"Hhh." Sani instantly closed the door without further ado.

Ijal who already knew Sani's character like that can only gawk. Staring at the door that had just been closed with a hopeful gaze, the door would open again.

*Hhmm Sani. You are not sensitive to being a girl. I'm not just a book pinjem, but I miss seeing you.

Is there a jutek girl, sensitive? hehe*

Ijal smiled knot alone. Laughing at her laugh alone.

Although only met for a moment, Ijal's heart was so happy. Yes, how else is the fact that the girl he likes is so. But actually Sani is a good girl, not neko-neko.

Ijal walked away, returning to his home after his goal was fulfilled. 'Borrow notes when borrowed miss.'

Soon the door to Sani's house was shut. Sani who was still sitting waiting in the chair instantly stood up and opened the door.

"Bak Ira why mom?" His eyes were astonished to look at Ira on his mother's face.

"Keseleo San." Ira answered.

Sani immediately helped Ira to sweep her into the chair.

"Mba pain?" Ira sat down to look at the leg Ira was holding.

"Hmm, that's fine." Ira grimaced with pain while occasionally rubbing the uncomfortable part of the foot. Even with rubbing, the pain will not disappear.

Yes, in fact touch only tells our brain that we are communicating with other body languages. He was saying 'nothing you are strong' hopefully you who are sick can bear it!

"Please bring some ice, make some sick compresses!" Instantly Sani walked into the kitchen opening the refrigerator and took out some ice blocks in small sizes and wrapped them in a small towel. He came back to Ira and compressed the affected part of his leg.

"Love you beautiful boy!" Ira stroked Sani's head with a haru look.

Why were you born here, son! Though if you were born out there your fate would be better.Unlike us-we are your mother.

Ira who saw Sani's sincerity taking care of her, felt her heart moved. Without feeling her eyes begin to glaze over.

'You're sick, aren't you?" From the tip of Sani's eyelids, he saw Ira was sad. He thought maybe Ira was holding back the pain of a sprain.

"Eh yes." Ira replied stammered.

Sani. I'm sad not because of a sprain. But I'm hurt just as much as your fate, baby.

Sani smiled as he continued compressing the part of Ira's leg that looked swollen.

"Well, it's swollen." Sani worries about the part that looks swollen and blue. There may be a part of the vein that is pinched so that it causes a bluish color.

"Why bad?" Sani's mother came out of her room after changing into a home-gown and removing the makeup she had used.

"Yes, the power needs to be sorted." Ira replied with an occasional look at her feet.

"Wouldn't you take her now to the masseur?" Sani asks if Ira wants to go to the masseuse, fearing that her swelling delays could be worse.

"Well how are you?" Ira's confused. If he goes to a masseuse, he must be hired. Ira is not feeling well should be troublesome.

"If you want, you can ask Ijal to help. Bring the motor."

Hearing the male words, Mei immediately glared. And Ira captures the sign language that Mei doesn't like her son being close to men.

"Eh. Let it be San tomorrow. Let Bejo's go take Ira's mom to the masseur." Ira immediately abandoned her intention to immediately go to the masseuse, seeing Mei disapproving of her son's idea.

"Yes already. Sani escorts her to the madam's room" Sani holds Ira by holding her hand over her shoulder.

May's phone sounded.

"Yes hello." Mei stood up and walked towards the kitchen avoiding her speaking at someone else's hearing.

"Prepare the account number. Now the money you asked for will be transferred."