Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 2 It's ugly

"Certainly that?"

"Yes" he answered

As if in disbelief, I went back to observe the announcement, and it turned out that Arief was indeed a class with me.

I'm very happy, at least there will be someone who wants to be friends with me.

She then approached the other kids who were also going to one class with her, she was also doing the same to them as to me. Ahh right he's a good boy to everyone not just me.

I didn't dare say hello to the other kids who were in class with me, I was afraid that they wouldn't give me a greeting, I was afraid that they would make fun of me again.

Then I decided to go home, The distance between school and my house is a bit far, so I have to take an angkot.

At that time in 2005, my school supplies Rp.3000 cost of taking PP Rp.1000, while for snacks and other purposes Rp.2000. with money 2thousand I can snack on some types of snacks, because at that time the price was still cheap, various types of fried food only, Rp 250, while batagor Rp 500 . a bowl of meatballs only Rp 1500 only. at that time I felt my supply was quite large, every day there is always a remnant.

But that's for a modest size of a country boy like me, I don't know if for a rich kid I don't know.

My family is not from among the people, but I think my father and mother are always working hard, so the three of us never feel deprived, even though we live simply, it feels enough for us.

My father had a fairly large field, although it was not private property, he only rented it from the rich.The payment was quite light, just by paying his taxes.

Father planted various types of vegetables and crops, so I feel that I have never lacked food, even though we do not have money, there are still many vegetables that we can pick for side dishes every day, he said, the father also kept chickens and sheep, and had a fairly large fish pond in the field, the pond also served as a reservoir for watering the plants owned by the father...

My brother and I help them sometimes, but my father always forbids me to help because it's hot, tired, 'you just sit in the saung...!' but my father never forbade my brother to help them, instead he deliberately told them to.

It made them envious of me. Once again the nickname golden boy I got back.

They also called me princess, not for praising me but insinuating me.

It hurts.

" Dad please don't be special if I'm like this, treat me like a big brother...!"

I wanted to express my feelings to my father, but my tongue was too faint to express them.

Outside I always get bullied, whereas by my father I was always at the number one. I'm happy to have parents like them, but I get sick when my sister hates me.

A few days later...

It was Monday, the first day of school, I came earlier than my classmates, what was the reason? of course in order to choose the bench I want, the bench in the left corner near the door.

For some reason since 2nd grade SD I really like the bench in that position, the invisible bench, the most isolated bench from the outside world.

In my little heart I wish there was a child who didn't get to the bench, so he would sit with me.

Maybe God heard my prayer.there was a confused girl looking for a seat, I didn't dare to take her to sit with me, I was afraid she wouldn't, I just shifted my body to the left so he could see there was an empty bench there.

He approached me over time.

Her face is beautiful, her skin is tanned, her hair is long perfectly.

"May I sit here..?"

tanyanya pointed at the bench next to me.

"Yes" I replied briefly, I don't want to interact more with him, I'm afraid he'll ignore me.

" What's your name? my name is Hera hermawati, call me Hera from SDN ...."

Turns out he was going to greet me.

"My name is Beautiful Jelita, you can call me duck! I'm from SDN.1...."

He seemed shocked to hear my name, just like a friend of a previous friend.

"Well, duck?, why is it so beautiful?" Then he laughed amusedly.

"Okay duck, from now on we're friends" he put his hand back.

"Huh friends??"

He nodded, then we shook hands tightly.

God, I'm glad to hear that, it feels like getting a new nutritional intake.

After Arief I got someone else who wanted to be friends with me.

Speaking of Arief, I haven't seen him

"where is she???" I circulated my gaze throughout the classroom, it seemed like he was late.

I didn't realize the boy I was looking for was sitting in front of me.

"Hey, looking for who? looking me?" Arief patted my hand slowly.

" No, who said? i'm just..." I didn't continue my words because I was confused what to say.

"What only? just looking for me means haha" Arief laughed softly then, Arief looked towards Hera and extended his hand.

"I'm Arief, what's your name?"

In addition to Hera almost all children she does not know, Arief acquaintance, probably because Arief is a hamble child.

I knew when I first got to school, the kids had to introduce themselves in front of the class, just like they did in that time group. Moments like this are the scariest thing for me.

One by one the children introduced themselves until now it was my turn.

"My name is Beautiful Jelita, I am from SDN 1....."

Before they laugh at my name that doesn't fit

with my face, I continued my introduction again

" You can call me DICT.."

Hahahahahaha... Again they laughed innocently.

"His name is beautiful, her calling is duck, fitting her face is ugly duckling"

The most handsome boy I think in that class..

They laugh at me again.

It is so disgraceful that I am in their eyes.

" Don't be sad Beautiful, they're just kidding.." Arief comforts me

" Yes. duck just relax.." said Hera. You can say that, Hera, because you are not beautiful like me.

That day there were no lessons at all, only the introduction of teachers and students and the provision of lesson schedules and class pickets only.

After that we cleaned the class together.

There's a kid sweeping, mopping, cleaning glass, and so on. No one invited me to work together, I took the initiative myself to do what I could do.

I don't care if they excommunicate me, but I have to be strong, I will prove that I can survive the same as before.

Although sometimes these tears can not compromise with my strong determination.

Sometimes my emotions are very unstable, I can spend all day confined to my room crying, when my mother and father are in the fields, but of course when they come back I will act that I am fine.