Two choices

Part 8.

Hearing Triana's explanation, these two upperclassmen stood slightly away from us. It seemed they were discussing Triana's words earlier. I hope to be anxious, afraid that they will get angry or say something that offends both of us.

"Tri ... are you sure that they can help us?" I asked.

"Hm, just pray, Vir! May luck is on our side," whispered Triana.

"I'm doing this for you, Vir! There's no way we can go home again, who will be found out later by Your mother," said Triana.

"Yeah, right," I said.

Because if the requirements are not met, my name will certainly fall as a new student at this school. Ten minutes have passed, and the upperclassman was still busy talking without looking at us.

"Tri... how about I borrow your money, let me wait here until you come again," I said confused.

"Duh, it's really complicated like that, the cook has gone home, come back here!" she protested.

Triana dared to approach and speak once again to the classmate.

"Bro, how about I borrow the money, to help a friend! So that he can take the test!" Triana said slowly.

"Hm ... wait a minute, Bro, this is being discussed!" he said.

"Oh, thank goodness, that means they have the intention to help us," I thought.

"This is it, Bro! Brother's money is also left to buy gasoline! There is only this," said the white man while showing the ten and five thousand banknotes

"Come on, take it, Vir! Don't think too much!" Triana said.

"Yes, it's okay, Bro! I received the money," I said quietly with a muffled voice.

"When we meet again, I'll change the money," I promised them.

"It's okay, no problem," they said almost in unison. I also received money from them and approached Triana.

"Tri... the money isn't enough, where do you find it?"

what's wrong with it?" I asked confused.

"Don't worry! The cost to go home, we will use it to meet the money! We just walk home," said Triana with a smile.

"Oh yeah, I can't even think about how confused it is!" I said.

"Ha-ha, if there is luck there must be a way, even if you have to owe it to someone who

we just met!" Triana teased while laughing.

After thanking the classmate earlier, we returned to the picket room to fulfill the final requirement.

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"Vira... where have you been? From noon to playing until this afternoon, you just came home?" Mother's nagging was heard as soon as I got home.

"Look, Auntie Nur is waiting for you in the living room!" Mother's nagging did not subside until I entered the house.

"Get ready, yes, I'll take you home soon, Vira!" said Aunt.

"Oh yeah, tomorrow we go to register for high school," said Aunt Nur.

"Sorry, Auntie, which high school did you enroll in?" I asked.

"Hm, it's a private high school, because it's too late to register for a public school," she said.

"Actually..." Vira hung up on her words

"Really what, Vira?" Auntie asked confused.

"Yesterday, Vira had registered for a public school, and the results passed, Auntie!" I explained.

"What? You passed?" Auntie asked in disbelief

"Yes, Vira graduated from state high school one, Auntie!"

"Alhamdulillah, that means you don't have to worry about school fees anymore! It's definitely more cheaper than private schools!" she said.

"When did you register, Vir?" Mother asked.

"A week ago, Mom, and this afternoon the announcement came out!"

"Vira and Triana graduated from that high school!"

"Hm, it's been right for the past few days, you always go to Triana's house, don't you!" Mother said.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!" said Aunt Nur.

After putting in clothes and stationery that can still be used, I came out of the room with a large bag.

Raka and Riki who are sitting next to the television, look very sad, they have been silent for a long time and have not spoken.

"Sister, take care of Mother, yes! Brother will often come here to see you!" I promise.

"Yes Sis," they answered almost simultaneously. I hug their little bodies one by one.

"Mom ... Vira asks for permission, take good care of yourself, yes, Mom!" I said in a muffled voice.

"You too, Vira, are obedient to Uncle and Aunt over there, huh!" mother's advice.

I kissed the back of Mom's hand and then hug him. These eyes are getting warm, ears smooth out of the corner of my eye.

"Don't cry! You can still play here often, Vira!" cheer up aunty.

My mother and two younger brothers escorted me to the yard. I got in the car and waved at them. I felt tightness in my chest because I was holding back the pain, why did I have to part with my mother and sister?

The car is getting further and further away from the house and all the memories in it. For the next three years, I have to be patient to finish school. Everything is for the future to make the people I love happy.

In less than an hour, we arrived in front of a light blue building with two floors. Aunt Nur honked the horn, a middle-aged woman came out to open the fence.

"That's Mbok Titin, yes, Vir!" Auntie said.

"Yes, Auntie," I said.

The car entered the yard and stopped right in front of the garage. My aunt asked me to come down, then told Mbok Titin to take out my suitcase.

"Good Afternoon, Mbok," I greeted.

"Good Afternoon, Non! What's your name?" "I, Vira, Mbok!" I said politely.

I entered the house said hello and sat in the living room. There was already sitting Om Iwan holding a cell phone. He invited me in and put his phone on the table. I sat right in front of them.

"So where do you want to apply for high school?" asked Uncle Iwan.

"Alhamdulillah, Vira has graduated from SMA Negeri one, Om," I answered.

"Wow, that's great! That's the school where Sis Maya used to be!" said Uncle Iwan.

"Well, now you just have to choose, do you want to sleep in Sis Maya's room or Sis Mila's?" ask Aunt Nur gave a choice.

To be continued...