Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 12 Strong Girl

It feels like being dumped right again unfortunately.Yes that's how I feel right now..

suddenly there was someone sitting in the chair next to me, and then he stroked my hair gently, as if to calm my chaotic feelings..

"Don't cry...!" His word...

Hah is that Arief, but his voice why is it like that?. I raised my face and made sure exactly who the owner of the voice was..

Apparently not Arief but Rangga, why did Rangga come to calm me, why is not Arief who I expected is now beside me. Why others?.

I brushed Rangga's hand off my head...

"I'm sorry... Beautiful, I didn't mean to"

I just nodded my head..

" I'm sorry, too, because I used to do the same to you.." There seemed to be a look of regret on his face,,

I just kept quiet to hear him keep apologizing to me.

Why do you keep apologizing Rangga? I don't need that, what I need now is Arief's presence not yours....

………

the lesson hour was over, this time I went straight home without wanting to go home again with Arief, I walked towards the school gate in a hurry, I did not look right and left, I did not look, suddenly I hit someone..

" Sorry...!" I said, I didn't see his face, I just looked down, I didn't know who it was, and then went to continue my steps again..

suddenly a hand pulled my arm as I left...

"Wait.. !"

I turned towards him, it turned out that the person I hit was Arief..

"we go home with Beautiful..!" bring him..

Hah, didn't I hear wrong,,? who just brought me home together?,

am I not dreaming?

is it really the guy who asked me that Arief?

am I not hallucinating?

And then the questions rolled around in my fucking brain..

" Let's..!" Arief took my hand and took me out the school gate...

I'm very happy, I've been waiting for a moment like this for a while, but I haven't finished daydreaming.Suddenly there's a girl calling Arief ,

"Arief.." the boy shouted..

We both turned to the origin of the voice.I knew she was Manda's vice-chairman of OSIS,..

"Well, what's the matter man?" ask Arief to Manda ,

"You forgot Rif, now we have a meeting with 3rd class, to discuss the theme of farewell later"

"Oh yeah I forgot man," Arief patted his head, it was a sign he had completely forgotten about it...

"Sorry, beautiful..! we can't go home together, I have business first.."

"yes." I replied,

Then Arief went by with Manda...

hufths...

The feeling of separation is still long, why discussed so soon, what is so busy being a member of OSIS?

Just now my wish had soared because I could go home with Arief, now that wishful thinking fell to the bottom of the deepest abyss..

All the way home my face looks tangled like a cloth that has not been ironed.was in class there was a problem, plus Arief who gave me false hope...

I kept daydreaming, lamenting how unfortunate my fate was, even tears had piled up in my eyes, and if I had been ashamed, I might have cried..

I didn't even realize who had just climbed into the cab I was riding in...

Suddenly someone who had just climbed grabbed me by the shoulder and ruffled my hair..

"Hey, why daydream??"

That voice was a familiar one, I turned towards the owner of that familiar voice...

"Sister Rama.."

It turns out that Brother Rama with his friends, so many thoughts in my brain I did not realize if my brother was sitting next to me..

I saw some girls in front of me whispering to each other, whatever was on their minds right now, I was sure they would gossip to me again.

I don't know which demon gave me this really weird idea, the idea that came out of my comfort zone...

I deliberately did not let go of brother Rama's embrace, instead I returned with a small hug, I also acted spoiled, as if brother Rama was my girlfriend..

Their fear is increasingly showing their dislike to me, they are like a fire beard seeing this ugly duckling, embraced by handsome high school boys like Brother Rama..

Lately Brother Rama has been very kind to me, for whatever reason, but the more I feel like I get more attention from him, he is no longer angry with me or ignore me anymore..

Looking at their gazes like that I'm sure, they don't seem to know if brother Rama is my brother, maybe they think I'm the no-no. But somehow this time I feel happy, feel victorious, feel victorious, because it makes them upset..

And immediately the mood that had been destroyed, slowly improved because of my actions, haha the basis of the ugly duckling who is usually persecuted can-can do something like this to them..

If it's true what I thought, then tomorrow at school there will be new rumors about me, just look at tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to it...

Brother Rama did not go straight home, he had a group assignment at his friend's house.. He got off first from me..

"Beautiful, I'm first"

"Yes, be careful..!" Then I smiled pretently at the sweetness to my brother..

Seeing that they're getting hotter like that..

" mile, you got no mirror?"

say one of the children to his friend,,

"Well, what is it for?" the other child held a small mirror in his pocket..

" yeah, make it read what else, the mirror is useful so that we know what we are like, lest we feel confident, what else is flat-footed" said the boy, glancing at me...

They all laughed like they were insinuating me...

I ignored their words, they did not know if I was immune to such treatment, just now in class I dared to fight their vile words, now when I act, I act, avenging those who lashed out against me...

"Strong girl get up...!!"

I cried out in my own heart, yes it is time for the other side of me to come to the surface of the earth, appearing as a shield for me to face their evil mouth and never be put to school..

………

Arriving at home, I saw a car with a red plate parked in front of my house, I also saw the door of my house open, usually the clock like this father and mother have not come home, they used to go home when the Ashar Adhan arrived...

"Assalamualaikum.." I said, although no one in the house I always say hello when entering the house, what else is now a lot of people at home.

"waalaikumsalam," answered the mother's father, and a man dressed in a typical army strip..

I also immediately took the hands of my father and mother to kiss me in a reverent manner, not forgetting that I also did the same to the guest..

The guest stroked my head....