BLUE METAVERSE
CLASS 10-1
Ms. Rianty delivered Blue to the classroom 10-1 which he said was the superior class in SMU. Blueish
slightly raised his chin to be cool and confident when he almost arrived at that simple-looking classroom. His heart was dag dig dug. Not yet imagined how the class and his friends will be. Are they as good as their friends in the pesantren? It feels awkward when he wants to climb a new place because only this time he came out of the boarding school that raised him. But Blue must be able to overcome that awkwardness. He remembered Satya's haughty smile that looked cool. It was good now that he imitated that haughty smile so that no one could underestimate him. He had made a fortress before anyone underestimated him by thinking that they were all trivial. Hahaha Biru is also the son of Wirajaya Halim. May dong if he wants to inherit the arrogance of his family.
The first time he set foot in the room that would become his study, Blue's view was glued to the desk of his study chair made of wood that looked worn. Blue wanted to sneer, it turns out that school facilities in big cities are not all better than learning facilities in pesantren. But yes still quite good because the floor is clean and there are 2 pieces of split AC that is quite comfortable. The occupants of the class immediately kept silent as soon as they saw the arrival of his homeroom. Their gazes were all fixed on Blue and Miss Rianty who were standing in front of the class.
“My name is Blue. Previously I attended As-Syifaul Qolbun boarding school Sukabumi. I moved to
Jakarta for following my sister. My hobby is archery.” Blue introduced herself in front of her classmates with confidence. He used the opportunity to show his identity so that it is not easy to become a bully.
“Wah your hobby is cool, Blue. I want dong to be harvested with your love arrow.” A silly looking boy came from behind.
“Wait for the time yes. I prepared the poisoned arrow first.” timpal Blue at will.
Grrr. Blue smiles thinly. The tail of his eyes caught some of the schoolgirls looking whispered with a sour look. May be disturbed by the presence of a new star whose light is brighter in that class. Blue must be vigilant. People say, a spiteful woman who likes nyinyir is as dangerous as a cold-blooded killer.
“Wait for your love arrow, Blue.” reply the silly while chuckling.
“Huuuu.” The class came back boisterous with cheers and laughter.
Bu Rianty glared and kicked at the disciple table in front of him until the box-faced disciple gasped in shock.
Brakes. Brakes. Brakes. The boisterous atmosphere suddenly quieted.
“You sit there, Blue!” ms Rianty's orders pointed to the number two bench from the front which was in the middle row of the classroom.
Blue nodded and smiled before moving on to the bench appointed by his homeroom teacher. “Thank you, Ma.”
Blue greeted her friend next door who introduced herself by the name Kayla. His son looks quiet. His clothes were not pure white, but rather yellowish white. Bizarrely. Not even a year into SMU, but his clothes look very worn. His face also looks like a child who rarely bathes, tangles and dull. But he seemed to be engrossed in doodling according to his rather scruffy book.
Lesson beginning. Coincidentally that morning the first lesson hour was a Biology lesson that was conducted by his homeroom teacher himself. Blue is not at all difficult in Biology subjects because it relies more on shipping. Next subjects Physics. His teacher was a gray man who taught him all the time to often fix his sagging glasses.
The clock bell rang. Some friends approached and greeted him to get acquainted. The whispering girl snarled to take her group to the cafeteria. Blue has no intention of going anywhere because he has brought food and drinks from home.
“Ke Canteen yuk, Bi!” that silly cool-ass guy is back to teasing her. This time he was accompanied by 2 guys who at first glance seemed a bit stupid. Disgustingly. That silly fellow must have felt like a prince.
“Sorry, I brought stock from home.”
“Tomorrow do not bring stock again. As an introduction, I will treat you to eat anything in the canteen.”
The man stretched out his hand. Blue did not welcome him, except by cupping his hands in his chest.
“Ups, sorry! You are a boarding child so his acquaintances cannot shake hands.” He chuckled then glanced at his two bodyguards in a haughty style.
“My name is Dony. This is my friend Bio and Guruh.”
“Thank you, Don. I think I will always bring food every day.”
“Why?”
“Because home food is healthier.”
“Not to save pocket money?”
“Yes, that is also one of the reasons.” replied Blue by showing his lunch box which contains a complete lunch package of four healthy.
Dony folded his hands on his chest. Still trying to look at him trivial while looking for a gap to show himself. It's like Don Juan. Blue second-guessing in the heart, he's probably the school play boy who wants to make him prey because Blue is the new kid. Blue is back on alert.
“Where is your home?”
“Can play to home?”
“Emm, can't ya?” Blue pretends to think though masabodo.
“By nganter you go home?”
“Sorry, I brought a bike.”
“Bicycle?” Dony smiled lightly.
“God's Insya will always take a bike to school.”
“Not really cool anyway.”
“Biarina. I love myself by adopting a healthy lifestyle.”
Dony chuckled while scratching his head. It seems that he was confused to ask what else but was still curious to know Blue whose thoughts were different from most children in that school.
“He's a country boy, Don. Still innocent. You should not be tempted. Not pantes for you either.” A comment came from a blonde chick whose shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.
Blue smiled satirically at him. It's okay to say village boy. Maybe the girl meant to underestimate, though,
but Blue is still proud of himself. Being big in the village is not a disgrace or a sin.
“My name is Jeny Jill. I am a champion at this school. If you need help to catch up with you, don't hesitate to ask me."
Cih, smartass. See if Faiz has gone to school. You will know how intelligent people really are. Judging from your eyes there is no intelligent aura. Blue stared fixedly at Jeny without saying anything. The grunts just settled in the head. As a new child, Blue did not want to give a bad image. More watching than commenting.
“Yuk to canteen!” Jeny holding Dony pulled him away from the Blue table.
Dony and his friends tailed like a train car pulled by his locomotive.
Blue glances at kayla. The girl had opened her lunch box which contained only rice, sambal and salted fish. He eats with gourmand.
“Mau chicken katsu?”
Kayla nodded. Blue also put 2 pieces of chicken katsunya in Kayla lunch box made of cheap plastic. The place to eat is dull in color and has many scratches. Blue is a little bit smudgy looking at it.
Kayla thanked him with sparkling eyes. Somehow Blue felt that she was much luckier than the friend sitting next to her. Even though he was born an orphan, his life was always good.
“Where is your house, Kay?”
“Near the train tracks, not far from Manggarai station.”
Blue nodded despite not knowing where Manggarai station was. He was interested in exploring the life of his next-door friend who looked like a inferior and was ostracized in the association in that class. Just find out why. Is he too poor?
“Always bring food supplies to school?” Blue started the chat again to drive away the deserted. Just staying alone with Kayla in her classroom. All students use their break hours outdoors.
Blue bribed the rice, vegetables and side dishes into his mouth while watching Kayla.
“Iya.”
“Back school what?”
“Street. Go home from school not directly home but work first until the afternoon as a shopkeeper in Pasar Rung.”
“Ooohh.” Blue puts the question there. Kayla's life must not be easy to have to go to school while working. Lunch was far from decent. Blue promised in the heart from tomorrow will bring more food side dishes for him. Grateful her first day of school was not as good as she had imagined. Starting the day of learning with new friends is fun too even though in the heart still stored a sense of kangen with school friends in boarding school.
