Azaleas
Mosaic 24: 17-Year-Old Girl
‘Anything is improving, this even feels bad.’
Shepherded to the teacher's office, the two looked resigned and now faced the BK teacher with Azalea, Fauzi and Yuki there. Just looking down from earlier, they both admitted that they did it. At first only one confessed but after being forced to be honest by Fauzi he finally admitted, and regretted his actions only he was too afraid to be expelled from school.
Azalea admitted they both looked guilty, even though the previous conversation seemed full of confidence to be silent. But at this moment, after seeing the faces of the two who were caught and observing the teacher's office with a shrill look, Azalea knew they were terrified.
“What's the reason you guys did it? Didn't you guys know it was a fatal mistake, damaging school property and worst destroying flowers.”
“That, that ..” stutters and stutters, he turns to his friend. The one with the idea did that, and he just accompanied.
“That's because I,” stalled, he felt he would get a severe punishment.
“Because they were depressed,” continued Azalea, making all eyes turn to see him, Fauzi was shocked so much with Yuki, the three of them already knew the reason behind the two perpetrators doing it, and it was a ridiculous thing. “They have to learn and keep learning, every day they go home at night because they have to teach first. And this is because he wants to vent it, yes even if his actions are unjustified, they deserve punishment, but please consider again the punishment to be given. They will promise not to do it again!” azalea's eyes were directed at both, implying that they should indeed promise and accept punishment.
Feeling relieved, even more Azalea was the owner of the school, they finally nodded and promised. Yuki continued to pay attention to Azalea who was smiling relievedly ending her scolding on the two of them to not hurt the flowers.
Thereafter. Yuki tailed without any intention of following Fauzi and Azalea who were in front of him.
As soon as they were from the office, Azalea had the two men apologize to the Flower Club's Trustees as well advising that the feeling was not something that could be forced or predicted, they had to understand and learn well.
“You were trying to show a pure soul? So that kind girl,” ledek Fauzi. “They did it because of love rejection. And you, wuah this is so great. You lightened their punishment!” fauzi Protest.
“Di suspended one month and told to clean the school page for a month bad thing loh.” bela Azalea.
“Stay, they should not do that despite being rejected by the Flower Club Builder. That's his name revenge,” Yuki justifies in the heart.
“So you want them expelled? To bear the shame of being rejected and talked about in one school would be such a bad thing. You know everyone can be angry because of trivial things, and this is about feelings, I already have the experience of being hated by many people for hurting their feelings even without me.” Stepped and said that Yuki stopped walking, and Fauzi realized it, no longer discussing. After Azalea took a few steps away from him, Fauzi turned towards Yuki who was looking down, thinking, Fauzi gave a small smile at a glance.
“Wait for me, let's finish the picket and go home, your bodyguard must be on a rampage!” fauzi shouted and half ran after Azalea.
Without knowing anything and realizing Yuki's intentions, Azalea just followed him, trying to equalize the steps that ended up falling behind again because Yuki seemed to avoid him. Since the question was not discussed, Azalea finally half ran after and stopped.
“Why did you bring me here? I have no problem with walking, but my bodyguards will come and nag you later.” Azalea scolds reminded.
“Stop caring for others!” annoyed Yuki.
Clutching her hand before Yuki walked back, Azalea demanded that she be more open and talk.
“You know that I hate you, that's why I'm taking you to a place you've never been!” this was more than a quarrel between sister and sister, Yuki did not seem to hate her with all her hate. And Azalea sensed that, decided to follow him without asking any more.
They arrived under bridge 66, setiabudi. Entering from the one-way street to the left of the Four Seasons Hotel, proceed to step into a door behind a stall made of natural large concrete that is approximately 1 meter high, and then step into a stall, so that Yuki was forced to follow Azalea walking down as she passed him.
They stopped there without going any deeper. After observing more clearly Azalea realized there were many people, some small semipermanent houses of the plywood and the place was directly adjacent to the reservoir.
“They are different people from you, you and your life. Compared to those who try to survive the harshness of the world, you have broken that defense unwittingly. You said they've received severe punishment, just for the rejection of love, no, they've crossed the line and destroyed the good place. You can't help others, even just care if you can't afford.” Azalea stared intently at Yuki's bright brown eyes, deciphering what she really wanted to say. “You are just a spoiled rich teenager and know nothing about life, if only being hated alone can make you free to determine sympathy, then you are wrong. You have to have another injury before that.” Yuki continued and also ended his words before he left Azalea frozen, offended and hurt there. Staring at some children who seemed happy to play together, with ordinary clothes that looked shabby and slightly dim eyes.
A girl looked up to him, observing her well-looking, luxurious self in an elegant dress of long-sleeved navi color, soft straight black long hair with a bando braid style made of beautiful matching hair.
“Sister clothes are great,” she said honestly.
Azalea looks confused, “Ah, really?” her feet, and then took out a bar of chocolate from her little sling bag, gave the chocolate to her, “This is for you.”
With pleasure the daughter took it, there was one child who came to notice the chocolate, Azalea was more confused and she took out a lollipop, giving it. But not surprisingly, it actually makes some children approach and look at him expectantly. Azalea obviously did not know how to do it, she did not bring anything to be given again.
A mother who might? younger, older or the same age as his mother came, approaching the crowd of children surrounding Azalea.
“Go, here you can't give to just one child. Before it's too late, go!” tell him, who originally Azalea thought the mother would be rude or scolded him, but instead, it sounded friendly.
“Alright, thank you.” sincere Azalea, although she turned back to the children, they must have never worn the expensive clothes and good food that she always got. Sighing, Azalea realized he was nothing compared to those who got something because of his own efforts.
Japanese Language Supplementary Classes.
On the top floor of a special wi-fi, computer and listening facility, the 22 are getting ready to appear as news anchors indoors and outdoors, in Japanese about Jakarta. Those who had been divided into 11 groups consisting of only 2 members sat down and discussed together, except for Yuki and Azalea. They seem serious about their duties.
Till.
When it was their turn, Yuki handed over her report to Azalea, stressing that the girl read the script. Had wanted to protest Azalea only responded briefly, picked up and sat in a chair as a news anchor, and Yuki as a reporter at the scene.
Good enough discussion, increased Japanese pronunciation and volume of tone to fit the criteria of the news anchor. Azalea got a good appreciation from the expression of the teacher. Not much different, Yuki who in fact is proficient in the language was conveying with good words and a convincing intonation.
Time to close. Azalea seemed to think for a moment.
“One of the causes of this flood occurred one of them is from the community, because of the lack of public awareness of cleanliness. Where they dispose of waste carelessly without recycling first, also do not heed the existing waste and make some waterways clogged. It is undeniable, the community must be given countermeasures to change these habits and start with gotong royong.” Azalea's narration is outside of the materials and scripts they have written. He should end with the countermeasures that will be given by the government to frequent floods in Jakarta, after which it just closed the event.
The related teacher knew the different grooves, making Yuki who was shocked by Azalea's improvisation turn to notice him. It is possible that the look on his teacher's face will look dislike, but more than that, not the value or assumption of the teacher, Yuki turned to Aiman who smiled happily.
The class ended 5 minutes ago, but the class seemed empty.
“Why did you make a difference at the end of the task?” tanya Yuki tried to hold back the anger of not being considered. “You think I am what, we are partners in this group, our value can go down because of it.”
“We are not colleagues, I realized it a few minutes before we perform.” rebut Azalea, look serious. “We checked each other's duties, and you gave your report very late. Then, didn't you show me that place, so that I would know what kind of slum life is behind this city, trash and floods exist because of that.”
“Azalea!” yuki joked, not expecting if Azalea judged the place as the cause of bad things.
“That's true, often I see a child who litters without burden and guilt. Because of what, because they imitate the actions of adults, and because adults never reprimand them, until the garbage piles up like a habit. And what happened, the garbage was thrown into the river, soiling the water and making the lives of those people even darker. Not only them, we are all the ones who pollute them, which keeps them at a low point. We are all fused with garbage, which unknowingly makes the garbage become a flood and pollute where others shelter.” Sighing slightly, to take a breath, Azalea tried to continue as firmly as possible. “I am different from them, but I am still human like them. Who knows nothing and sometimes makes mistakes, everyone has their own personality. Maybe in your eyes I am a spoiled child who only accepts the bribe of treasure from my family, but I am also a woman, who can cry if I am sad, she said, who can scream in pain when I'm hurt and who wants to help people as long as I can. Therefore, do not look at me from the angle of your hatred, look at me from my existing figure, not Azalea Daughter of the grandson of a rich man, but of a 17-year-old girl who was confined during her life.”
