Azaleas
Mosaic 2: Double Gift
*A week ago. Penthouse Hotel Kusuma Hotel, Jakarta.
Of all the interesting, Azalea Putri was amazed by the screen that shows her photos from baby to now, well assembled, and not infrequently there is a small video. The Azalea days were walking, talking and running merrily with her grandfather accompanying her. Seen how many times, Azalea understood what her mother meant, if Azalea was the base of grandfather's happiness. Yudi Kusuma was the most excited, panicked and anxious person when Azalea was born beyond her parents.
In addition to the screen, everything feels boring, because most guests are company colleagues. The discussion is not far from work.
Grandpa gave a speech.
“It has been 10 years, when I stood in front of you with my best friend, who still left us both. The five of us were always together, studying and working, until the time we called one by one and now I live alone. We have a promised, and cannot be declared together, even so I will make it happen today.” The grandfather that Azalea knew was not a sentimental person who could tell her sorrow like now, therefore, Azalea looked serious. Until grandfather's eyes fell on him. “I will give a special gift to my grandson Azalea Putri with a double engagement,” Azalea's eyes bulged, he was obviously surprised. “along with Novan Octavian, Fauzi Abiyyi, Aiman Hadiansyah, he was obviously surprised, Fauzan and Gian Lukmana. Azalea will be engaged to her fifth.”
The commotion took place in the form of expressions of disbelief, mutual assurances of the decision, as well as the five men named. They don't know about this at all.
Azalea no matter what else, anger exploded within her.
Before he protested, someone grabbed him by the hand, Azalea turned to look at him*.
~azalea.fiction~
Discussions about the arrival of Azalea and her five fiancees were heard everywhere, there were many glances in their direction. Azalea who walked in front of the five men felt uneasy and wanted to enter the classroom immediately. Novan looked at Azalea's back, knowing for sure that the girl was trying to keep her distance faster than them. Fauzi was instead engrossed in eavesdropping on the talks of the students, and occasionally hoarding the origin. Aiman who returned the smiles of others so seriously noticed Azalea with gentle eyes. On the other hand, Regi tried to talk to Gian who was silent from now on, even when he and Aiman shared the holiday experience, Gian did not criticize them.
Stopping in front of class 2-1, Azalea rushed in and found the front bench still empty and immediately occupied it. Although the students there also talked about rumors of double engagement.
Following Novan and Fauzi, the two chose to sit on the back bench near an outdoor window that featured a basketball court.
The other three men went to their class, Aiman in class 2-3, Regi and Gian were in the same class 2-4.
~azalea.fiction~
“You are brave enough to show them on the first day of school.” Azalea turned her head to the side, a distinctive voice with a cold and taut tone belonging to Niska Anggraeni greeted her.
The girl in extremely white skin, having those sharp eyes, returned Azalea's gaze. At first glance Azalea seemed to regret choosing to sit nearby, and tried to circulate her gaze around in a slow motion.
“Nothing is empty, unless you have your two fiancees swap places with you.” Ledek. Azalea grunted sebal. Niska did not realize that the others were reluctant to sit next to her.
Niska Anggraeni is a twin of Fauzi Abiyyi who was also a childhood friend of Azalea. She was the only woman, and used to be very familiar with Azalea, until after entering Niska High School turned hostile, for whatever reason.
“Tell me, what mistake did I forget that you hated me?” sue Azalea, she's been wanting to find out.
“Only because want ..” Niska.
“That night why did you stop me?”
~azalea.fiction~
*Atap Hotels.
The two girls who used to chat and laugh together are now facing each other. Paras Niska who was always beautiful haughty was staring at Azalea, as if Azalea had just made a mistake.
“Why do you want to talk here?” Azalea asked reluctantly. During this time Azalea tried to be patient, refraining from getting angry and obeying all the wishes of grandfather, but the gift was suffocating him, as if his life was meaningless. Azalea hated Grandpa.
“Do not dare to make a mess.”
“I tried to protect you.”
“Protect me? Hah, after easily saying hate, you want to protect me? I don't need to be protected by you, because I don't want to give you anything in return!” Azalea jerked her steps about to turn around, but Niska first approached her, whispering.
“More precisely protect myself. And just do it if you have a lot of courage to throw away the card!” lambasted. Passed away leaving Azalea who was in a deep sense of unworthiness.
~azalea.fiction~
All voices were silenced when Bu Warda entered the classroom. The atmosphere of silence and breath felt blocked the invisible barrier. Bu Warda is a teacher who is famous for his strange, strict, very disciplined teaching, does not hesitate to give a lot of assignments, and is assertive.
Already many students are subdued by him, even the student guardian can not dwell if arguing something with him. The school supports what it does. So when the class of 2-1 knew that Mrs Warda became their guardian, all she could do was complain in her heart.
At the beginning without further ado, Ms. Warda called one by one students and shared their lesson schedule. One of the highlights of this school is their learning system which is like college. Where the students will enter the class is different according to what is taken except 5 main subjects, namely, Mathematics, Science, Indonesian Language, Social Studies and English, also 1 additional class, Construction of Walikelas on Saturday, 1 hour before returning home.
Everyone is busy sharing their individual schedules, ensuring which classes are the same between friends. Only Azalea stared at the nanar of her schedule, glancing at Niska who had slipped the schedule in her Math package book from the beginning. Azalea never knew what Niska was thinking, but what Azalea wanted now was to go back to what she used to be. He wanted to have friends, and only Niska reached out without hesitation to him, because for others, Azalea was too high to reach, she said, also afraid of being affected if something bad happens to the grandson of the school owner.
~azalea.fiction~
Had been worried about Bu Warda's intention to send them out and in one by one according to the absence earlier, finally students 2-1 can breathe a sigh of relief because only in interviews about the club. At first they were confused by the new absence and obviously not yet memorized so ask each other, and now it was the turn of Azalea Princess who entered.
Bu Warda had sat in the Azalea chair before, but this time in front of the bench there was another chair, and Azalea was sitting there, there was only a cell phone lying on the table, instead of using a special recorder Bu Warda chose his privacy object.
“What are your ideals?” Ask Bu Warda, obviously check on Azalea.
His future was clearly predetermined, and he never thought of his ideals.
“The first question is too difficult? Can't you think of it simply.” to Bu Warda who Azalea believes doesn't need an answer.
“I have no ideals.” Azalea answered, along with her pain when speaking. Bizarrely. This sounds lyrical.
“You've decided what club you want to follow?”
“Why should we follow the club. It is time for us to prepare for the National Examination later. And ..”
“You forgot, that's the rule here. Your liveliness is also important in this school, maximum 3 clubs, say anything?”
“I've been studying for 16 hours a day,”
“You're complaining in front of me?”
“No, I'm just saying, I don't have time for club.”
“Your grandfather has signed up two clubs, fashion and flowers.”
Azalea clenched her hands, always arbitrarily. “Then register me at Nature Lovers Club.” Azalea said just like that. He was carried away by emotions, even though he wanted to try it.
“You're sure, I don't think your grandfather would agree.”
“I will make it an ideal, at least for now.” Sure Azalea, yes, he thought simple. If everything is set up, then, he wants to enjoy the rest of the High School period before being completely tied down. Let him fight just this once.
~azalea.fiction~
