Strange thing. The class is getting more and more people, but the seat next to him is still not filled. When he first entered the class, he was no longer greeted with the usual familiar sight.
His little figure sat quietly in his chair, doing homework or writing notes for today's lesson before it started. Beside him was a very familiar food bag, breakfast for the two of them.
However, when he entered the class the chair was still there, but without its owner. There were no books on the table, no hot breakfast, and that figure. Junan looked at the clock on his handphone.
It was already eight in the morning, but the little one still hadn't come. Junan sat on that bench for the first time alone. Was there something? The little one didn't want to have lessons at school at all, even though Junan offered to teach him lessons at school which was still welcomed kindly, but he still didn't want to miss lessons at school.
