Sekolah Faradhigma

Vano woke up to the pungent smell of antiseptic. The lights on the white ceiling were blinding. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through his knee. ‘Don't force yourself yet, son. You've just woken up,’ said a soft voice beside him. A woman smiled warmly, holding Vano's hand. Behind her stood the man who had approached him earlier.‘Where am I?’ ‘The hospital. We brought you here after you fainted. Do you remember what happened?’ Vano nodded weakly. ‘I was hit by a car, right?’ ‘Almost. Luckily, we managed to brake in time. My name is Arumi, and this is my husband, Dirga.’‘Thank you for helping me, Ma'am... Sir...’ Vano bowed his head. ‘But I can't pay...’ ‘We don't ask for payment,’ Mr. Dirga replied firmly. ‘But we want to ask. Where do you live? Is there anyone we can contact?’ Vano fell silent. For a long time. His eyes were vacant.‘I... don't have anyone. No home, no family. I sleep at the mosque or the market.’ Mrs. Arumi looked at her husband, then turned back to Vano. ‘Son... where do you go to school?’ ‘I don't go to school. I used to, but I stopped because I couldn't afford it.’ Silence filled the room. Only the ticking of the clock could be heard.Mr. Dirga looked at Vano intently. ‘If you were given the chance to go back to school, would you want to?’ Vano turned his head. ‘What do you mean, sir?’ ‘We lost our son, Azwar. He was your age. Last year... he died. Suicide, they said, because of bad grades. We... can't accept it. But everything is already closed.’Vano fell silent. He didn't know what to say. ‘You don't have to replace him,’ Mrs. Arumi said. ‘We just want you to have a future. If you want, you can live with us. We'll send you to a good school.’ ‘School... where?’ ‘Faradighma High School. Azwar's old school.’ic_default