Azaleas
Mosaic 8: Water Scroll
‘Retails from word try’
Math lessons.
Currently, classes 2-1 are busy working on the problems given by the teacher at the end of the discussion. They do it themselves and do not dare to cheat considering that the teacher will know the slightest movement made. Mr. Anwar is a meticulous person, always asserting his students to try themselves first, and if it is difficult he will give them a chance to ask questions, he said, sometimes even give time to those who can teach, and have some students work on the board.
Just like Niska and Azalea are doing now. Both are working on the problem on the whiteboard, where there is an elongated line in the middle as a divider, divided into two according to two problems that must be resolved. The problem given is not a simple matter, because there is a long series of numbers about the formula used.
They are so focused on their respective boardmakers, trying to solve the problem as much as possible.
On the sidelines of his writing, Niska said slowly but sounded intimidating.
“You, not brave enough to escape as far as possible.”
Azalea's hand movements stopped, glancing at Niska who was still writing, as if what she said was just plain pleasantries that could be thrown away.
Niska should not have spoken like that given how difficult it was for Azalea to step her foot back to school.
Trying to ignore him Azalea continued to write, after finding Mr. Anwar who was teaching someone and did not put suspicion on them.
“I didn't know you were a loser enough to run, but I didn't want you to involve Fauzi. Therefore sit sweet as usual, and stay away from him!” Cried Niska, this time he could feel Azalea's sharp gaze directed at him.
A loser? Well, Niska learned a rough language well. His mind clasped tightly onto the marker, trying to hold back.
“You should have said that directly to him!” gertak Azalea in a soft lip movement full of emphasis. His circumstances were already more than bad with him as the talk of all the students. He did not want Niska to aggravate his mood.
~azalea.fiction~
With a heavy heart Azalea was forced to enter the cafeteria that she had been avoiding, since the morning she refused breakfast and the stands were clearly filled with people who tried to mock her despite the mere feeling. Azalea never knew if they had indeed happened to pass by there or was curious to see his condition. In such a situation he becomes sensitive and filled with bad thoughts.
Receiving only a beautifully styled fruit salad in thinwall, Azalea sat on one of the canteen benches, opened it and began to eat without passion. His presence obviously attracted a lot of interest from all the students there, Azalea was like an object of excitement at the moment, as if she was an alien to watch and be seen cynically.
What was even more sad was that Azalea was really hungry.
Azalea was startled by the presence of Aiman who had just sat in front of her, storing the foodtray right beside the thinwall. Azalea looked at the food presented on it, really appetizing.
Aiman pulls the thinwall, pushing the foodtray in his stead.
“I'll sit here,” said Aiman replied to Azalea's curious gaze on her attitude. He intended to accompany Azalea to eat. “You can't tell me to leave or reject my goodwill.” Her impression after sitting perfectly in front of Azalea, straightened her body and smiled faintly. Azalea felt grateful, she started eating voraciously. “Eat, however you must have the strength to fight them, just prove that you do not want this and admit yourself as a victim.”
“I'm not funny. You just need to be strong and not feel intimidated by them anymore, if you need to show them your courage, after all, at a time like this you just have to endure. You didn't make a mistake.” Said Aiman smiling cheeringly, his little face looks more handsome with eyes sparkling merrily. He wanted to comfort Azalea and make sure the girl was okay.
What Aiman said was indeed true, he was also a victim of the crazy grandfather's decision. He did not deserve to be insulted, or feel shrunken talked about by others. They don't know how bad Azalea feels right now, and Azalea knows that changing grandfather's decision is very difficult, so that's also true.
Her beautiful face that had been grim from earlier turned brighter, she suddenly got excited. Enjoyed the food, though,
“This is so good, you don't want to try? Eat!” the Azalea began as usual. Aiman smiled widely, this might sound cliche, but seeing Azalea eating happily was a happiness for him.
“Eat a lot!” reject Aiman while laughing, so anxious will the attitude of Azalea who nodded her head can not answer because her mouth is full of food. “Slow down you can choke!”
Aiman was a caring man, always being kind to anyone so many women kept a fondness for him, even so, his heart was fixed on Azalea.
Unwittingly, some of the schoolgirls watched them with annoyance, disliking the closeness of the two, tucked into a rage at the sight of Azalea and Aiman smilingly sharing a chat.
~azalea.fiction~
“This kind of feeling is how he feels?” muttered Azalea kept silent in one of the toilet cubicles, remembering the Junior High she had helped, and even ended up feeling guilty. Azalea was afraid to think about the possibility of what would happen to the Junior High, what if therefore she was increasingly oppressed. Regarding that, isn't he now also being oppressed?
Azalea paused her intention to come out when she heard some of the schoolgirls talking about it enthusiastically. Apparently the toilet is really a convenient place to talk about other people, Azalea admits they are not creative. There is still a good place with good talks.
“Isn't this already an exaggeration, just because he's the grandson of the school owner he can get five men, what if he asks to be betrothed with them.”
“Since I have not liked him, just look at his style of princess, also her nature, quiet and well-looking. Really cheated!”
“He dared to tease five men, and get everything he wanted!”
Negative thoughts about him were increasingly rampant and discussed at that time, of course Azalea felt hurt and offended. But coming out now was not the answer, he did not want to show his defeat to them, let it be. Unfortunately it could not be allowed, one of them climbed the toilet next to where Azalea was and poured water right on it. They giggled, tried to hold him back, then rushed out of the toilet.
Azalea sighed in disbelief, wiping the water that soaked her face and opening the toilet door hard. His eyes looked angry from the reflection of the sink mirror in front of him. Suddenly Aiman's words while in the cafeteria gave him strength, he could not let this go and would talk directly to them.
Azalea's earnestness is evident, she gets a cctv recording of the school in front of the toilet and finds 5 schoolgirls running hastily out of the toilet while giggling. And Azalea can make sure they're the cause of her wet uniform and require Azalea to call her bodyguard to buy a new suit. Clenching his hands to convince himself, Azalea planned to call them and speak.
Staring with the five schoolgirls, Azalea acted well. His expression and speech were very firm, hinting that he was not a person who could and would not lose just because of being bullied. Azaleas even stressed them not to do anything like this or anything else, because Azaleas would not let them.
“I will strongly reject all your opinions about me, because I am not like that! But since no one believes it, I won't trouble myself proving it, just that I won't receive any more bad treatment from you guys.” Firmly Azalea and passed away leaving them. Seeming from afar he smiled happily, it felt relieved to talk directly to the five, who froze and did not dare to respond to anything. Azalea's status was still enough to be respected.
~azalea.fiction~
