Azaleas
Mosaic 7: Trying to Escape
“You who?” the roughness of one of the bullies intimidated Azalea with her denouncing expression and tone of voice. Even so Azalea tried to be calm, a little doubtful who are you saying? When everyone knew him, there was now someone who asked like that, at least Azalea was happy.
“Why did you guys ditch and instead tell him to buy a cigarette! Cigarettes are prohibited for students, you can be sanctioned,”
“What we buy, aish, just take care of other things if you don't want to die.”
“Yakk!” jolt Azalea, offended and in disbelief. It is as easy as saying the word die.
“Yakk?! Then let you replace him!” Azalea suspected that the student who pushed her shoulder was her chairman. Still resistant to the impulse, Azalea was cornered into the wall. Wanting to step up, but with her shoulders held firmly, Azalea grimaced in pain as the student squeezed and pressed her shoulders hard.
“Remove your hands from me!” Azalea threw out that hand, but the next thing was the slap she received, even almost like a punch making Azalea's face flushed. “For me to be nice, stop now!” kecam Azalea, he thought, Aul will definitely find him.
Ungubris, ungubris,
“It's your fault to interfere, br***k.” maki the chairman.
Azalea's eyes were now directed at the chief's hand signal asking something of his friend, and a cigarette he received, directly put it into the mouth of Azalea who immediately resisted, clenching her lips tightly. The chief was angry, held Azalea's jaw strong to tell her to smoke, and Azalea insisted on holding on.
Azalea managed to push the stomach of the chairman hard, then without thinking he pulled the hand of the Junior High and ran quickly into the housing that he had never even visited.
Struck with emotion, the bullies immediately chased after.
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Quite far away from them, suddenly his hands were jerked, their handles were released. Azalea turned to look at the Junior High who was looking at her sharply, in the look of her eyes Azalea understood what she was thinking.
“You think this will end just like that! They tortured me because we always met! You think I'll be able to get away with them after what you did!” furious, Azalea fell silent. So he made a mistake.
“Stay only!” urung commented, Azalea lowered her tone, “Don't say you prefer smoking!”
“Yes! I'll do it!” she shouted and walked away from Azalea with her confusion. A slap on the cheek, a disheveled loop, and an ankle injured by running using high heels.
There was no choice but to run back as his eyes caught the shadow of the High School children, being in front and right side. Immediately Azalea to the left, riding the streets are quite hilly, getting into the housing, turning wherever origin escaped from them with a feeling of hurt.
Hiding inside the house where the gate was open, Azalea managed to catch her severed breath, and accidentally glanced at her bleeding ankle, Azalea crouched down hugging her knees. There is a strange feeling in him, angry, disappointed, afraid, unaccepted and sorry for not knowing anything, if someone sometimes does not need help.
A few minutes later. Azalea was lost, her expression clearly confused as to the direction of the great road, while walking with a limp she tried to navigate the exit. Stupidly he, bravely helped others but could not help himself.
Lying that she was a strong girl, Azalea now looked teary. He had no one, no number to remember, especially no one he could call. And if he met Grandpa, Azalea was sure he'd be locked up again.
Walking down trying to control the feeling, Azalea was stunned by the sudden sound of a bicycle on the brakes right in front of her. Raising his head, a man walked up to him with an anxious face.
“Lea, are you okay?” Ask Novan. Azalea hugged him, she felt so relieved that someone had found her.
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There was only silence between Novan who was pedaling a bicycle with Azalea sitting in the seat of the splat. Novan glanced at Azalea's loose handrails at her waist, then pulled the hand to make it stronger and speed up the weaving. Novan dared not ask what happened and chose to let Azalea calm down, the girl looked chaotic and looked sad.
The movement made Azalea unrelenting to tighten the handle, trying to pay attention to the scenery while occasionally feeling the soothing wind. This is what it looks like to ride a bike.
Upon arrival in front of the school gate Azalea's feet did not budge in the slightest to enter. Feelings raging.
“I don't want to go in,”.
“You made us wait for 1 hour, also made us anxious. You don't want to be responsible.” Smiling Novan, Azalea sighed doubtfully. “Come, a 17-year-old girl who is always spoiled, has everything, and does not know the outside world, escape is not an option, you will only trouble yourself. We face this, you can use me whenever you want.”
“You comforted or scorned me?” annoyed Azalea yet strangely relieved.
Walking straight to step foot, Azalea was one step away from entering the school area but Novan held her hand.
“You're going in with makeup like this?” Tanya Novan reminded. Ah Azalea understood, even though she did not see it, Azalea knew for sure her appearance was now very chaotic.
“Wait a minute,” Novan took off the loop and let Azalea's hair fall down, combing it with fingers slowly, Azalea fell silent. Even if they were friends, it was clear that the touch gave a different sensation, his heart racing. “You can tidy it up?” Azalea nodded, tidying up her hair quickly, more like patting her strands out of nowhere.
His heart rippled again strangely as Novan knelt down to remove his high heels to see the wound on the ankle. Gently Novan placed the plaster he took in a special box, in the pocket of his blazer, the second ankle of Azalea. The girl froze. Since when was Joshua so gentle?
“Kau ..” just now Azalea will ask, security guard and Mr. Dani come.
Keeping the question in mind, Azalea was now escorted by Mr. Dani to the hall, while Novan chose to park his bike first.
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Azalea was lucky not to be punished severely by grandfather except to solve 200 math problems overnight because of late arrival, covering things that happened with lies, and lying, origin mentions if there are people he knows and rushed to him and then lost.
If at home Azalea has regained her confidence and awareness to care more for others, being kind also appreciates employees, then at school the opposite. He looked nervous and hesitant to enter the school building, his steps were also very slow, down because he felt stared at by everyone. Some of them seemed to give an intimidating look, scorn, suddenly Azalea remembered the bully at that time.
The other person's gaze was horrible.
Azalea's feet came to a halt as Novan was in front of her, tilting his head to meet Azalea who was flabbergasted in shock, especially Novan touching and lifting his chin.
“You can fall if you walk while looking down!” his nag.
As soon as Azalea found a few eyes watching them, the students stared cynically.
“This is your life, do not lose to their gaze. Then and now it makes no difference, after all you are not wrong.” Nova's words sounded sweet. Azalea squinted her eyes at the figure of her male friend.
“You ... why know I was there and even brought a box of plaster?” Azalea asked trying to ignore the others.
“You know for yourself Novel often disappears, and often gets hurt.” The answer. Azalea understood, the soft nature of Novan was always there, as he had seen when Novan treated Novel.
“Ehem,” Regi cleared his throat slowly, being between them, Azalea and Novan turned to him. “You until when you stand here, let's go in, 4 minutes later the first lesson will start.” Her reprimand, bright smile greeted them, which clearly invited the hysterical students. The princely title of the school that Regi got was no joke, he was very famous even outside of other schools.
When Novan stepped first, Regi likened his light movements alongside Azalea.
“Lea,” call Regi quiet, Azalea turned her head. “You are not alone, we are here.” Azalea looked at him. Thinking he has 5 men he never expected before, who he never even once dated, isn't this situation a good thing?
The five of them were men he had known a long time ago. His friend.
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