The He Is Abrisam (S1-S2)
Section 11

“Where have you been?” ask Tomi who is waiting for Abrisam in front of the house.

“Not a business, Papi.” Sam just wanted to get through Tomi. However, the 40-year-old man's stocky arm gripped Abrisam's shoulder.

Sam stopped walking and lazily turned to his father.

“Someone should Papi bullain to you.” Tomi lowered her hand, “tomorrow you don't have to go to school first. Papi will take care of the permission to your school.”

“What's up? But Sam can't afford to skip school. Tomorrow should be a task.”

Just this time an Abrisam refused to be invited to take a school holiday.

“Papi needs you. There's an interview tomorrow. Family theme is harmonious. So, papi will take you, Mother Siska and Yasmin.”

Sam laughed loudly by raising his head and shaking his waist. Tomi's forehead until she's wrinkled to see it.

“Papi-papi.” Sam shook his head and still laughed a little, gradually mengeluanya, “Papi want to make a fake interview. Our family is not harmonious, Pi. It was from the old glass and all that Papi.”

“Built you!” Tomi had already raised one more hand into the air, but he paused to hit Sam.

“What? Want to hit Sam again? It's a hit, hit!” point it to the cheek.

Tomi lowered her hand again, “Papi doesn't want to know tomorrow you have to come to the office with Mommy.”

After that Tomi whose emotions went into the house. Sam laughed again and shook his head. He thinks it's so funny.

From earlier Adira pacing in front of the door of her class. Not to forget he also occasionally glanced at the clock that was coiled on the wrist.

“What the hell are you, Dir? I've been ironing aja.” Violet asked who had been paying attention.

Dira stopped walking, “already this hour Sam also has not nongol his nose. The task was brought him.”

“Quiet a time. Lateest. Yes, Vi?” sambar Yara is leaning on the door frame.

Violet nodded, “right. Usually Sam ‘kan emang often late.”

“Excuse me!” a security guard stopped talking about three students in front of the class.

“What's up Mr mamat?” ask Adira.

“This earlier I was entrusted duty by the fathers. Said from Sam to Adira.”

“Make lo, Dir.” Show Violet.

“I Adira, Sir.” Dira picked up the neatly-woven paper, “keep his Sam to where?”

“Oh her permission, Neng. This is his letter too. Please tell the teacher who taught.” The security guard then gave me a white envelope.

Dira picked it up and nodded, “well, sir. Thank you.”

Then the security guard left from there. Violet approached Dira.

“Try opening! He's permission why? Tumben really wants to take a school break by mail.”

Adira follows Vio's instructions and happens to be easy to open. Yara, who was also curious, came closer. The three of them read it.

“There is a family event,” said Adira again folded the letter.

The lesson went well. It's quieter when there's no Sam. Usually the boy always beat and tease Miss Jesica. It's quiet too, that's what Dira felt.

“Alright Miss children will announce 3 groups that get the highest score.”

The thirty-five disciples within the class were instantly tense. Hope you're anxious to find out who got the highest score.

“welcome to Abrisam and Adira get the highest score of 97. Give the kids applause.” As per Miss Jesica's instructions all applauded.

Adira clapped her hands and smiled happily. The English language is almost perfect. His two eyes occasionally glanced at the back corner chair, where Sam used to sit.

Miss Jesica continued her announcement. Until the hour Adira went home still felt empty. Apparently not fighting a day with Sam also makes Dira day lonely. Though all this time, today is what Dira is waiting for.

“Why lo?” Adira flinched as her shoulder was patted by Violet.

The girl quickly shook her head, “nothing.” He smiled at the smile.

“You're with me? Ride motor,” bargain Yara.

“Motor new?” asked Violet enthusiastically.

Yara smiled as she nodded, “baru bought yesterday, but I just took Dira. Lo ‘kan picked up, Vi.”

“Iya, huh. There you go home,” said Violet who slightly swept her lips.

Adira and Yara laughed at the reaction her best friend gave her. Then Adira and Yara walk to the parking lot.

From this afternoon Sam could not stand the events of his parents. Entering the night the show just finished. I swear, full of hypocrisy what his father conveyed in front of the camera.

Pretend to be familiar and know all the activities of his son even though he is busy. Loving his wife and always being romantic. But what Abrasam saw in his house was not that.

Plus there was a dinner session together. Sam just wanted to run away from a room that seemed hell to him. Fortunately, he managed to get out and breathe fresh air.

“How are you doing the bringel?” muttered Sam while gazing at the starless sky tonight.

“Siska wait a minute! Siska!”

Sam immediately looked. He saw his stepmother crying away from the big building with Yasmin's hand.

“Mother! Mother why?” sam shouted as Siska grew further away from him.

“What is this, Pi?” abrisam asked for an explanation of the black tuxado man.

“No need to think about your mother!” Tomi holds Abrisam's wrist, “now you're in. We have to close the show first.”

Sam threw out his hand held by Tomi until the grip was released.

“Egoist's fire! Papi take care of Papi's show. Sam no longer wanted to pretend. Maybe papi can lie for the sake of good looks in front of people and business associates Papi, but Sam can not.”

The boy in black clothes in tune with his denim pants stepped away from the building where the event was.

“Aaaaa!” Tomi yelled and punched the wind. Because I'm too upset.