Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 15 Broken Hearts

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"Sister Rama...." I was so shocked to see Brother Rama slap Mila in the face ,

"Dragon your mouth..! if you talk do not be careless, have a slanderer, a gossip monger anyway, next time make sure first what the truth is,"

Just this time I saw brother Rama was angry at someone,

"You don't have to think too much about us, you all know who I am. Who is beautiful..? I'm her big brother, want me to hug her or whatever, it's natural because she's my sister, keep it good, satisfied all of you..?" Brother Rama pointed his hand in turn to the four children,, and,,,

"What's? so they're sister...?"

They looked surprised to hear the statement of Brother Rama.

The kids outside cheered them all..

"The basic culprit of the gossip,,"

"Slap another one ram..!"

"Arak around the school ma'am...!"

The children of OSIS and Friends of Brother Rama also cheered Mila cs...

" Have you, shut up everyone? so he's your brother Rama ?" The teacher made sure

Brother Rama nodded..

"yes, she's my sister.."

"Already made sure this is all a misunderstanding, you all apologize to Beautiful and her sister, come on..!"

"you should not spread news that is not necessarily true, you should confirm it first you conclude" The teacher at length advised them all

At first the four of them seemed reluctant to apologize, although in the end their hands were stretched out by force .

" i'm sorry we're beautiful..! forgive us too brother.!"

Everything just ends with an apology, no matter how much wrong someone else, will be erased with forgiveness and forgiveness, even though there will be something different here, in the heart but forgiving will be more beautiful than vengeful......

The gossip about me was slowly fading, if I imagine I would be better off invisible than seen in such a way, I promised myself I wouldn't make trouble like this again...

Day change day...

The more the distance between me and Arief, let alone to spend time together, to see his face was difficult..

if I'm honest I miss you so much Rif, so much....

For a few days He never greeted me, he seemed to have forgotten me, after sowing the seeds of love in my heart, and then nurturing them with attention, now he just let it go without wanting to pluck it.... poetic once you are beautiful..

Fucking Beautiful bucin....

Lots of girls who get chocolate from the opposite sex, and vice versa, send letters to each other, it's perfectly normal for them, different from me who is abnormal..

Actually I also want to be like them, but only on Arief I want to do it, unfortunately our friendship lately is a bit worse, not as close as before...

I've prepared a small chocolate shaped basketball, I know Arief really like basketball so I took the initiative to give this to him..

But looking at the reality it seems like I have to undo this intention of mine...

During the break I deliberately approached Arief's class to meet him, but not until I was surprised by the sight that made my heart and legs shake violently..

I saw him with Manda, again Manda, There seems to be a special relationship between them, they look friendly, they sit together on a park bench..

Seeing their togetherness my body feels stiff, my legs suddenly limp, it feels like tears are full in my eyes, otherwise I can bear it might spill by itself..

Maybe this is called jealousy, haha stupid you're beautiful, jealous of people who don't belong to you ..

It was only a few days ago that I said I was going to be a strong girl, but today that super power has faltered again, the weak who likes to cry in the corner of the class will come back as usual..

"Bas stupid you're beautiful, you're like dust that doesn't really mean, why do you expect her to be a star, the 1st child in 2nd grade..."

I went back to my class heartbroken to pieces, really this little guy is heartbroken,,,,,, really,,,,

As usual I lay my face on the table, but as much as I could my tears I could not fall, it was a shame that I was crying because of jealousy, what else to the people who did not think I existed..

Fortunately Rangga did not exist today, he did not go to school because he was sick, if he was there he would say this...

"Beautiful why cry??" Rangga always said that, when I put my face on the table, even though I was not crying but he always said that,,,

Back when I was Arief's class, he always said that, he'll calm me down when I'm sad, but today I'm sad because of it, and I'm sure he won't care about me anymore, he's got a beautiful Manda, he doesn't need me anymore..

He's too busy with OSIS, or with the vice chairman of OSIS, I don't know, 1 he doesn't want to know about me anymore, even yesterday when I stumbled over gossip, he never paid any heed to me..

Without feeling the children in my class have left first class one by one, I just stay..

Oh my God, where's my money? I looked in all my pockets there was nothing, in no bag, everywhere nothing seemed to be lost, well how is this, I had no money for the cost of going home, no money, today Rangga does not exist, if you have to ask Arief for help is also impossible, what else in other children it is more impossible, yes it seems I will walk to go home, just like I will walk, consider it sports..

I waited until the atmosphere was quiet, so it was not too embarrassing when I came home on foot, quite far away the road, but nothing...

after waiting for some time, I immediately left the classroom, and headed to the streets, the atmosphere was already quiet, I began to walk slowly alone, leaving some children still there, and there were some children, it's a shame to go home on foot, but it would be even more embarrassing if I borrowed money from someone else...

A step 2, it was not too bad, until almost a third of the journey I still enjoyed this trip, then suddenly it rained, initially just drizzle, so it was, if only drizzling is okay I can continue, but over time the rain gets bigger with lightning..

I was looking for shelter, I was so scared, the place was quite quiet because there was no one in the area, I just sat there holding back the cold and the fear,

suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder,

"May I take shelter here..?"

I looked up at that voice I knew so well