Beautiful That's Me
Maths is Shit!
At five in the morning. I tidied package books, textbooks, tome entitled bank about SBM soshum 100% Translucent PTN, and other stationery into the bag. A few more months have entered the SNMPTN registration. I who have always been in the lower parallel rankings certainly have no hope for that. So, with the money I put in the piggy bank I bought at Pasar Pon, I could buy a bankbook about preparing to enter campus via the test track.
There are no other activities besides study and additional tutoring. It's really boring living like this. At school, I went to Mipa. Although it is actually my ability to count like a chicken butt, but I am still confident and can breathe for up to three years. Although it must always be faced with remidies and additional tasks every day.
Do I have a boyfriend? Wow, what a good question! Of course the answer is I focus on academics and avoid things that interfere with my future, aka no man who deletin me at all. Lastly, I liked my friend Reno. Men who like the adhan in school mosques. But, some time later I was heartbroken because he was the same friend as my colleague. The important point of life, choose a friend who is more sad than you. So that you don't have to tick. Uh, can not be said tikung anyway, because I also do not have any authority to be angry, right he also does not know me. Any authority, my language is soshum.
At school, I missed number one. Although I have a name with the prefix letter C but unfortunately in my class there is no child who has a name with the prefix letter A-B. The absentee number was a torture during school. How not? Whenever there's a problem on the board, the teacher always points me to work. Every time there's a verbal question, the teacher points out the number one absence. Every time there is an introduction in the new school year, I also have to be the first acquaintance. Eww, annoying.
Oiya, my name is Cantika Equivalent. What mathematics my name is. Maybe you want your child to be born beautiful and smart math. But the birth is the opposite of both. Because of that name, every hour of math lessons I was always an easy target for the teacher. I feel like I want to go and change
her name is Shelena Gomez.
Before school, my mom always made breakfast. But today it's not. He said I had breakfast in the cafeteria this morning. You see, my LPG gas canister is running out. Understandably, I only live three with my mom and sister. My father died when I was a child. So until now I have never seen papa. My sister's name is Candra Algebra. The name of mathematics. But my sister was lucky because she could be a math Olympian in her Junior High School. I don't know why my mother was so obsessed with maths that her two children were given that name. Though I myself, if you look at the number squared alone is nauseous.
“Mathematical tasks already Can?” Sarah, my best friend greeted me early in the morning.
“Udah, why?”
“Liat dong”
“Dih, sure you nyontek me?”
“Iyaaa”
“Take aja in the bag, I go to the canteen first.”
“Okee. Thanks gorgeous.”
“Yoi”
Usually the cafeteria at this hour is open and a lot of children with hungry faces are hanging out there. I went inside and bought soto, fried tempeh, and angel tea. I deliberately ate a little slowly because I was lazy to bengong in class while seeing people who know PR. As for me, I always do my job. Although it is often wrong. Yeah, it's as if it's the only thing that can make me feel confident living in a science habitat like this.
The school bell sounded loud. Actually, the bottle is up until the bowl is clean. Because while ngalamun earlier, I drank the gravy also use a tablespoon. I rushed towards my class located on the second floor. So to get to class I have to go up the stairs first. Seen from the stairs, Ms. Oath, my math teacher is already walking with her bangs hijab. I intend to run so I can get to class faster. But I didn't realize my shoelaces were loose and... Whaaaaaaa! I almost fell but a hand pulled my arm. At first glance I saw him, the jamet-haired man with pan-like ears smilingly looked at me. A few seconds I was saved, but he lost his balance and.. GUBRAKKKK as a result we were both taken to UKS.
“Lo his son Bu Nur right?” Askaqua.
“Yes, Lo who yesterday bought micin right?” askalanya.
“Iya.”
Huft. Why should there be such a thing as this? But
Tok tok tok. There a large, eerie shadow began to step into the UKS space. I frowned, horrified.
“Cantics Equivalent?”
Oh my God, I swear I did it to the UKS.
“I.. Yes Bu?”
“Where? Still sore?”
“Eh, no ma'am, it's cured kok.”
I swear I smiled. The tail of his eyes glanced at his son Bu Nur.
“Vawan, your math assignment yesterday was all wrong. Tomorrow to the office ya.”
He looks even paler than he was. His eyes are more sad.
“Good Bu”
“Can, now to class huh? Today is an impromptu replay of the problem.”
“Hah? Do you repeat Bu?”
“Iyaa”
“CHILDREN
TAKE OUT THE SELEBAR” PAPER Bu Oath took out his charm. All eyes became wide.
“Hah, repeat yes Bu?”
“Already follow the direction of Iu”
All the children prepared their own paper.
“Soal A B Yes. Number's random. So write the code. On answer sheet.”
Cold sweat started to rebel out of the epidermis part of my skin. My hands felt cold as if I was camping at the north pole. My feet suddenly shook on their own. My mind was anxious, dizzy, the numbers on the matter looked like pictures of a crying duck. There's nothing I can do. I'm getting nervous. I turn over the problem sheet, hoping that in the next sheet I can do another problem. Naas, all the numbers are just ducks swimming while crying. That day, I just rewrote the matter to the answer sheet. Ma'am Swear patted the eel looking at my answer sheet. My friends look at me with pity. And I just froze while overthingking. You know what's going on? Yes, Ms. Oath gave me a gift with 100 math problems collected tomorrow morning at her desk. I want to be a fried banana.
