Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 3 Like a sister

I admit I'm a whiny, weak kid, sometimes I hate myself..

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it did not feel like I had been in school here for 2 months, we were all carrying out the flag ceremony, I forgot to bring a hat, as the punishment of children with incomplete attributes must be ceremonial separately along with other children who violate school rules..

I stood up with a mountain of shame, all eyes were on me it felt, the sun was burning my body, let alone my head, my head was dizzy, it really felt like there were birds flying around my head, my stomach was nauseous, aching, one minute 2 minutes 10 minutes 20 minutes I could still hold it but, as the ceremony almost finished my body was limp...

When I realized I was already in the UKS room, Arief was there accompanying me,

" Well, why are you beautiful?" his face looked anxious, he held my forehead, checked my body temperature with the back of his hand..

"i'm okay with just being hot" I answered honestly, yes because I do feel that way...

Not long after a school doctor came to us both,

"Are you conscious, son?"

" yes Mom, I'm going back to class, Mom"

" It's best to just rest here, it looks like you haven't had breakfast yet??"

"yes ma'am, I had bad luck, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Hearing that, Arief immediately ran out, maybe he went back to class, because he was not worried anymore, because the reason I fainted because I just did not have breakfast..

but not long after, he brought a bowl of chicken porridge, and a bottle of mineral water ,

" Eat first Beautiful, should be every day if we go to school we should have breakfast first.."

Arief looked at me, he kept lecturing me like a big brother worried about his own sister...

Arief wanted to bribe me, but of course I refused, I was embarrassed, somehow every time I was with him I always felt comfortable, I felt he was always protecting me, I felt like he was always protecting me, maybe he thinks I'm his weak little brother he needs to protect..

Remembering my sister's words, I remembered my brother, Brother Rama, when he was in school with me he was in 3rd grade now, but he didn't come to see me here, maybe he didn't know I fainted, maybe he didn't know I fainted, or he doesn't want to know how I am.

I've been in the same school for 2 months, but he never met me, even when he just passed me like he pretended not to recognize me, maybe he was embarrassed to have a sister like me , but it's okay even though he's indifferent to me he's not as bad as the God's brother who hates me so much, even the god's brother blatantly always scolds me even for no apparent reason,

without a single tear falling on my cheek...

" Why are you beautiful? why cry? someone's sick again..?"

Somehow this new guy I know, always nice to me always worried about me, even when other people even my brother hated me, I don't think he was like that, he even cared about me..

" I'm fine, you better go back to Rief's class, I'm better."

"what, I'm with you first, your house is far from here? should I take you home, then,? or you can call your house, beautiful.."

" I don't have Arief's phone at home"

I remember very well when it was only rich people who had a house phone, or a cell phone, even when the public phone was still very much scattered everywhere .

''yes, I'll just take you home,..!''

" No, Rief, I'm going to go back to class in a minute, too ,"

" Yes, we'll go to class together again"

I nodded, I tried to finish the chicken porridge, even though my stomach did not feel like accepting it, but I had to appreciate Arief, who had been struggling to buy it for me..

Finally we went back to class, I was very uncomfortable when Arief took me, my hand was put on his shoulder...

" I can walk by myself Rief.."

" Don't argue against continuing to be beautiful, the most important thing is we quickly arrive..!"

I was so embarrassed by the attention Arief gave me, what else when there were children who accidentally saw Arief's kindness to me, they whispered whispering as if they didn't like to see me...

tock.tok..

"Come in...! Beautiful you're better..??" ask Ms. Siti my homeroom teacher..

Instantly the classroom became boisterous...

" Cie cie, Arief so sweet.."

"Cie, are you guys dating..?"

" Arief, I want to be the same duck"

"dick, you're really caper with Arief.."

" Have children no noise,,!" sahut Bu Siti calming ...

I'm so embarrassed to hear their tweets,,

why do they talk like that, even we are small, still first grade Junior High School .

" I told you Rief, I can walk on my own..."

actually, I've been used to getting that kind of prank, but I feel sorry for Arief, he's getting carried away.

" Don't think about what they say is beautiful..! let it..!"

Always so, Arief always calms me down in sadness...

Today, it seems that Hera did not go to school, it was fitting that she did not see me in UKS , ' he said ,

The teacher explained the lesson, there was really nothing that entered my head, my ears were just buzzing, I was dizzy really, cold sweat was pouring on my forehead, I tipped my head on the table..

"Beautiful, are you okay..?"

I just nodded..

then Arief sat down next to me, on Hera's bench,

"You're sick you better go home," shortly after, Arief came to the teacher's desk, he seemed to talk to Ms. Siti, I don't know what she was talking about...

I lowered my head, now that my stomach hurts so much, I've never felt this kind of pain ..

" Well, why are you beautiful?"

Lady Siti patted my back ,

" You better go home,,"

I also nodded..

" The kids are close to the pretty house"

All the children answered no, but when Doni was near his house with me, I knew he would not confess out of fear to be told to take me, and,,

then a boy said

" Mother's 3rd class A, Brother Rama's mother "

Try to get her here, tell her that beauty's sick..

I was afraid that Rama's brother would be angry, for I troubled him..

not long after they returned, "mom said brother Rama did not enter the school"

"then will any of you take her home..??"

All the kids were silent, no one answered. I knew they wouldn't take me, I could go home by myself..

" I'm the only one who's gonna drive her.."

Day after day I have passed, I want to prove to everyone that I can get through this patiently, strongly, but I cannot afford it, I wanted to stop crying when they mocked me, but I was really weak, I was at least in front of them, I was strong..