About Diana
Fake Smile
Her name is Diana Starla Saskia, her mother and father called her by the name of Sasa. Called Dian by the school security guard and 'Sigagap' by friends who used to bully her. There is no sense of reluctance when people call him 'Sigagap' yes it is true, he does have that deficiency then why should you scream at destiny if in fact he does not like his lack of all. Many times he gave up, but many times he got up, against all the flaws in him.
'Drag' speech disorders, making anyone who experiences them will feel disturbed. From the age of 5 years he had a speech disorder and until now the disease is still inherent in him.
Be ill. That was what Diana felt when she saw the laughter of the people after hearing her voice. So funny did they not know that behind his smile this save thousands of wounds caused by them.
The wind waving his long hair. Her tears just flowed like the swift waters of a river, all the pain she had been in for days she let out here, under the dark sky under the stars, alone without anyone here.
"Bin-bin-star! Bu-month! You guys are my friends! Arghhh"
Diana pulled her own hair. He grimaced, it was hard for him to let out his voice. His legs shook, his body collapsed unable to withstand all this.
"Bu-month hiks ... Kia ga-gak ta-tau ha-have to a-a-what a bu-month."
Diana shook her head, taking out a piece of paper in a small green tosca backpack. He writes, writes all that he has in mind at the moment. Every Saturday night he regularly confided in the darkness of the night, venting his emotions and sadness through a letter flown through a balloon, hoping that the letter would penetrate the darkness of the night.
Moon, stars? You guys aren't laughing at my voice are you?
You guys still want to, right? Become friends?
They hurt me the moon,
They hurt me stars,
I'm sick! I smile every day! Hiding tears that want to fall...
If I had a friend other than you, a human friend, a friend who understands my situation...
I'd be very grateful
In god the creator of everything
As always the moon, the stars, this is from me,
Diana
Ooo
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If Diana is weak, she strongly rejects the truth. Trying to be strong as if he was used to facing the problems that he felt every day when, every night he cried hugging a doll on the balcony while staring at the dark sky.
Diana had no best friend, whom she knew the moon and stars were her best friends. Friends were only himself who considered them friends but they did not consider Diana as a friend but a pleasant bullyan material.
It was getting late, 5 minutes later the bell came in. The weather did not support him sitting pensively at a stop near the school gate. Can't get into the school because it's raining hard enough. His feet tapped slowly asphalt that began to be flooded by water, thinking how to reach school without wetness.
"Sir Dian?" calling someone made Diana jump in shock, because the voice suddenly appeared without form.
Diana turned to find the security guard smiling at her.
"Father knows you can't get in because of the rain, right? Nih Mr. Bawain nak Diyan umbrella" said the security guard thrust a folding umbrella colored navy on Diana.
Diana smiled, receiving the umbrella. Prepare a word of thanks for the security guard and know how difficult it is to say thank you.
"Together son," replied the security guard as if he knew what Diana wanted to say.
Diana smiled again. Mr. Jeno is the name of the school guard. Mr. Jeno or often called this Mr. Jen, always understood his condition, he never laughed or talked about his shortcomings.
"Let's go in, I want to close the gate," Invite Mr. Jen, taken by Diana.
How good Mr. Jen is to him, hopefully someday he will repay all his kindness.
Just as Diana was treading the 12th grade corridor, she had already gotten many gazes from many disciples. This was common, after this he would definitely get a sweet mockery that directly pierced through his heart. Accustomed indeed, but still every speech that came out of their mouths managed to make a simple smile printed on his face.
"The stuttering comes guays!"
"Did I laugh this morning."
"By the way!! Make us laugh!!"
"Eh, Des! Make him talk dong not exciting if he diem doang."
Hold on. You must be strong, though,
Diana tried to avoid them but her steps came to a halt when someone pulled her bag. Doubtfully, Diana turned her back, looking at who had pulled her bag.
Dessies
That's Dessi, her classmate, she's evil! Very evil! Beyond anything. He swore that if he was given the chance to speak fluently he would clash with Dessi.
Dessi put a piece of paper on her face. For whatever reason, he glued the paper using paper glue. They laughed so hard, his tears he held as hard as possible so as not to come out, they must be happy to see him crying.
"There is poetry! Now also you read the fast in front of us!" yell Dessi.
Gradually, the students who had just come along to watch this incident. He was like a nasyonal comedian until just looking at his face would make people laugh. His hand shook, picking up the paper stuck to his face.
"DIANA'S TRAP!!"
"I-iya D-d-dessi," he said.
"What doesn't sound! You say what!"
"I-i-iya D-d-dessi."
Silent. The sound of people passing by sounded loud at this time. A second later their laughter broke out, hearing Diana's stammering voice.
"My stomach hurts****... continued Des!!" shouted a man jostling with the audience.
Dessi stopped her laughter, her hands clapping the paper Diana was holding. "WICK READ!!"
The sweat on his forehead was pouring out, his hands were shaking violently. He bit his lower lip slowly, really for now he can not make his voice.
"A-a-i-i-"
Diana had not finished a single sentence but their laughter exploded like a blazing firecracker of hell. He was silent, waiting for their laughter to be over.
Patience God will repay them.
Motivational words from Mr. Jen always strengthen himself so as not to look weak in the eyes of people. Their laughter slowly receded, he began to read the poem again.
"S-s-s-"
"Si Thapki wants to be uler wei!!"
"S-si Tha-tha-thap-ki y-yang ga-gap hm--"
"HEY HEY WHY ARE YOU GATHERING THERE! QUICK ENTRY!"
A voice coming from the TU microphone sounded, stopping their laughter action. Diana was grateful to Mr. Baron, because the intrusion of Mr. Baron Diana could see the disappointment of the look on their faces and because of Mr. Baron he did not have to recite the damn poem again.
"BUILD!! Diana! Dessy! Why are you still there!"yelled Mr. Baron with a microphone.
Dessi glanced at the cynical Diana. "Lo's same susan I haven't finished Thapki!"
Diana smiled and then entered her class. Just a smile that he could display, wanting to be angry could not because his flaws always held him back from resisting.
Ooo
Diana sat alone and also at the very back. No one wants to be close to him let alone a group with him. Her life is sad but Diana tries to stay strong and strong.
Silence occurs in XI MIPA class 2, there is only the voice of the teacher who is explaining. Every Indonesian lesson, students in XI MIPA 2 class do not dare to sleep, chat or just think about something outside the theme of the discussion. Not because the teacher is fierce but the teacher of Indonesian always makes anyone tense when the lesson starts.
Bu Nindi is the name of the Indonesian teacher, he is firm and very wise in conveying something. Matching absences, looking at the calendar and calculating how many objects Bu Nindi always did to answer his question, that's what makes anyone tense. Bu Nindi teaches Indonesian as well as being the guardian of XI MIPA 2 class, yes. That's class.
"What do you mean by speeches, sermons and sermons? Will be answered by," asked Bu Nindi.
"What date is it now?" asked Bu Nindi while looking at the calendar displayed right behind her.
"13 ma'am!" answer one of the students.
"Felicia nugroho!" call Bu Nindi.
A student named Felicia was standing in panic, whispering to her friend asking for answers. After a long time my colleague Felicia explained, Felicia answered the question very smoothly without a hitch.
"Okay Felicia you can sit back. Nah! We have heard the understanding of lectures, speeches and sermons, now I want to ask whether between lectures, sermons and speeches there is a difference? If you tell me where the difference is."
Bu Nindi stared at where Dessi was. Dessi who knew she was being stared at by Bu Nindi immediately lowered her head, afraid that suddenly Bu Nindi asked her a question.
"Dessi! Count the books on your desk!" ma Nindi's orders.
"I-iya ma'am" said Dessi began counting all the books on her desk.
Dessi smiled obliquely, her cunning brain began to work, unbeknownst to Bu Nindi she put one book to the class of the table. There should be 10 books, now there are only 9 books.
"Racaine lo!" mumbling Dessi.
"How much is Dessi??"
"There are nine!"
Ms. Nindi nodded. "Whose absent number 9?" ask bu Nindi.
Diana swallowed her rough saliva. He was sure that this was only Dessi's wits who wanted to humiliate him. Dessi turned her head towards him, looking at him as if saying'thankurin!!!'
"Thapki ma'am!" answer them compactly.
Bu Nindi frowned, not understanding and not knowing who it was 'Thapki'
"I mean Diana Saskia Ma'am" said Dessi.
Diana was ready with the answer to Bu Nindi's question but she was very difficult to open her mouth. His hands broke out in cold sweat, attempted to open his mouth and again failed.
"Diana you don't have to force it, I know you already know the answer?" said Bu Nindi while smiling at Diana.
He sighed, grateful that he was saved again while Dessi did not accept that Diana was left alone. Dessi stood up, holding her hand up.
"MOM! I don't accept ma'am! Diana should have answered the question from mother instead of just letting go! Mother was indeed unfair to us, if we could not answer the question from our mother we would be punished!" Dessi Protests.
Diana held her hand up and stood up. "Sa-sa-me-"
The laughter of the XI MIPA 2 class students burst into the room. Bu Nindi stared flatly at Dessi, wondering inwardly, what was the child's heart made of so that she never understood and never positioned herself as Diana.
"SILENCE ALL!!! Diana was your friend!"
"Diana is not our friend Mom! We're ashamed to have a classmate like him!"
Deg
The days will be like this and always will be like this. It will never change, whining about destiny and God is of no use. Just regretting for himself, why did his mother give birth to him in this world if no one wanted to see him.
