Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 11 is always wrong

"Mother's little girl named Beautiful Jelita, is really in love mom"

Of course I didn't say it to my mother directly,

I was so ashamed to admit it even to myself, I shook my head trying to shake everything I had just imagined..

I immediately took a towel and flushed my body which felt very sticky with cold water, the water felt very cold piercing my pores which were covered in dust and sweat. it didn't take me long to take a shower for about 10 minutes.

I immediately changed my clothes with a pink nightgown with a Hello Kity, I saw books and other items scattered on the mattress, including the jacket that Arief had given me,

I hugged her and smelled her, not fragrant but still smelly factory, her jacket was a sweater jacket with a hoody as a complement.

the jacket is black on the back with Slam Dunk writing.. He is a true fan of the animated series Slam Dunk..

I slept all night hugging that jacket...

Evening changed in the morning..

Because the angkot driver was still protesting, all the children walked again to school..

but not with me, my Super Hero invites me to go together.I want to feel like I'm saying this to friends who always bully me..

"O my friends first yes, you walk until your feet hurt".. Haha the beautiful base is brave only in the heart, in fact he just lowered his head to resist embarrassment, you loser...

Upon arrival at school, we both split up to each other's classes, somehow it feels hard to let Arief go even if only to the class. Basic Beautiful bucin..

True Arief said yesterday, Rangga will be good to me today, and sure enough he greeted me, apologized for the incident at that time and thanked me for my help yesterday, whether it is true or not Arief said that Rangga will only use me, we will see if it is true or not..

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The days changed to weeks, weeks changed to months.. My relationship was getting closer to Arief we were always together.until the time came I started having trouble meeting him. .

This 2nd semester Arief was elected as the chairman of OSIS & he was elected in the voting held in each class,

Actually Arief was not interested in getting his new position, he was only forced by the teacher because he held the title as a parallel 1.

because according to the history of our school, it is usually parallel 1 who holds the position as chairman of OSIS , if it is true that why not just appoint direct parallel 1 to become chairman of OSIS , ' he said , why bother voting,,,

So lazy to be the chairman of OSIS Arief even told me, and other friends not to vote for him in voting, as a good friend, I obeyed his wishes, even I abstained in this election.

but the result is still he is the winner..

" Beautiful, you go home first, now I have an OSIS meeting "

"Yes, I'm Rif ..!" first ..!"

it's always like that, and like that, the OSIS meeting, the OSIS task, the OSIS activity, taking care of this and taking care of it and so on and so forth, there's always a reason..

It felt like my days weren't as beautiful as they used to be when we were together, when we spent our breaks together, in the cafeteria, in the park, on the perpus, or wherever else, I was just sitting quietly, study and study..

Actually I'm not really alone, when Arief was busy, I found a new friend who at least wanted to talk to me, yes he's my countryman, Rangga, I've got a new friend, in contrast to Arief's prediction that Rangga will only use me to do his tasks, in fact, it turns out that Rangga is not like that, he is not as bad as Arief thought, but he was,

Although Rangga is not smart, but as much as possible he does not cheat on me, at most he only asks his way, although sometimes I like not to have the heart, see him having trouble doing math or physics problems, he said, but he only asked for my help to re-explain the teacher's explanation so that he would understand it better..

Now I interact more with Rangga, the person I avoided the most before than with Arief who has been closest to me.. although not as good as Arief but at least now he considers me a friend, no longer his enemy...

But still I lost my super hero so much, I miss you Rif so much...

because of my emotions became unstable like that in my class there were some children who deliberately made fun of me with cruelty...

"hey.. Ugly you think you're pretty what? rev dong..! I don't have any glass in the house...Your parents were expecting too much, with the name they gave, Beautiful Jalita, the reality is ugly duckling, if ugly is ugly, do not be smart enough to want to deketin Si Arief, she's like a prince and you're his maid.." hahaha.

Honestly, it was for the first time in my life that I dared to fight them.

"You should know this, not because I'm ugly, and then you can just as easily look at me, huh? why am I always wrong in your eyes? just because I'm ugly, whatever I do, even if it's right in your eyes, I'm wrong because I'm ugly. Then because I'm ugly I can't have a friend as good as Arief. And another one don't take my parents in this business, remember it's fine...!"

After saying all that, I pushed back the body of the boy who said such a bad thing to me, how brave I am.

I vaguely saw the figure I had longed for, he peeked behind my classroom door, witnessed this incident, and then he just left..

Arief why are you just silent? usually you will come to help me, defend me, why are you indifferent now?, do you not care anymore..? is that how quickly you forget me?

I sat back on my stool, an old habit I had left behind and now I do it again, yes, crying in silence, I buried my face on the ground I had folded on the table, I said,,

The loss of Arief made my day turn into what it used to be, a sad day, alone, and it felt much more painful than it used to be before I knew him, it all came back to its original position, the position where I should be, should not be a dim person like me miss a brightly lit person like Arief..

But just get sick, though,

It feels like being dumped right again unfortunately..