Don't Call Me Beautiful...!

Chapter 8 5 days only

'' it's beautiful, without sugar even the tea feels sweet." he said with a smile

"Huh sweet?" I'm confused, why sweet? I made the same tea as me without sugar, why sweet ? if the hot tea is new..

"You numb Rif, gini bitter tea, you say sweet, weird base,,"

" Yes, whatever I drink, if I drink it while looking at you, everything is so sweet" Arief smiled again as if he was mocking me,,

" What the rief, you may have taunted me.."

I hit Arief on the shoulder,..

" A. H. is sick." he said..

We both laughed together..

In my life I rarely laugh like this, only with him can I laugh like this, forget all my sadness.

Including this moment I forgot how scared I was, to tell this matter to my father and mother..

" Rif, I'm confused as to how to tell my parents, I'm afraid they'll get angry,,"

" i'll help explain it, however wrong I am'' Arief lowered his head,

''you're not wrong Rif, this is all happening because of me,"

"if you and I feel guilty, then the kid feels what we don't?" Arief held his chin with his index finger and thumb in motion..

"let's just ask him directly tomorrow." I replied

" ihh amit-amit" Arief shuddered his shoulders up and down..

We laughed together again...

………

After a long wait, my father and mother went home...

My mother came in and saw my forehead covered in bandages.

" Dear, what's wrong with you? why in bandages ? are you hurt?"

I was so panicked to see my condition.

"Sorry Mom...!"

"Why apologize? tell mom what happened..

Hearing my mother speak loudly, I entered..

"Why are you beautiful??"

For some reason as usual I was too weak, I could not tell everything, I could only cry and cry..

Fortunately there was Arief who helped explain everything, he told all the events without exception, and without being overstated of course..

Arief also apologized to my father and mother.they understood the situation, they were not angry with me and to Arief as well, instead the mother thanked Arief, and Arief, according to him already 2 times he helped me and drove me home,

Actually not 2 times, but maybe dozens of times Arief helped me, just that I don't know that..

I gave a letter from school to dad, dad read it, it's the first call-up letter to dad, all this time brother God and brother Rama never made a mistake that requires father to come to school, only I am a child who does not know this self...

………

The next day, my father and my two brothers left together for school.

"Beautiful, at most you will be in the same suspension Mr. Amir" said brother Rama.

I was surprised to hear the words of my brother, Di DO??, am I going in DO, in suspension I don't feel like I want to, what else is removed from school, what else, if that's true then it's a pity that you and your mother have a child like me..

"Huss, if you say no carelessly, hopefully nothing happens" said the father, stroking my head...

" We're the only two guys who never got you called to school, aren't we, Ram??"

Brother Rama nodded in approval to the Lord's words,

The two of them, instead of defending me, cornered me, but it's okay, I'm immune, I'm used to dealing with situations like this, I won't be hurt anymore..

My father and I have arrived at school, while my brother has gone down first.

We walked into BP's room, the room where the kids had problems,

(at that time the name BP room was not BK.)

In the room there were Mr. Amir and a BP teacher and a middle-aged mother wearing a gray headscarf and a boy whose face looked tangled, yes he was Rangga.

"It looks like Arief and his guardian have not arrived yet, please mom and dad wait a while...!" mr. Amir said breaking the silence in the room..

shortly after that the sound of the door being knocked.

it turns out that Arief came with a man of great height, looking handsome authoritative by wearing batik clothes.

From the appearance of his father, I'm sure Arief is not the son of an ordinary person like me.

"introduce me Adrian Wijaya his papa Arief..."

then Arief's parents greeted the director and everyone else there...

Shortly after, the secretary explained the reason why he invited us all. He explained the matter that happened between me Arief and Rangga..

From that meeting,

The principal's decision was to suspend Arief and Rangga for 5 days, while I was released on the grounds that I was the victim, but according to the principal I could be allowed to rest at home for a few days, to recover Kula in my head..

Among the 3 parents, only Ibu Rangga objected to the decision.

While his father Arief seemed happy with what happened just now, even openly Arief's father even praised the behavior of his son who fought at school..

"Papa is proud of you Rif you finally boast of this papa of yours"

arief's father rubbed Arief's hair slowly, I don't understand why a father is proud of his son who received punishment, it's strange to me, I think,,

Arief precisely brushed off the rough hands of his father, no matter what happened to him, it seems he did not like the treatment of his father...

....

Time went so fast, Today is the first day Arief entered school after the sentence ended...

As usual I sat in the corner near the exit and as usual I sat alone, while everyone was sitting together with my countrymen..

No Arief in the class was very quiet, no one accompanied me who greeted me, who invited me to chat, really I miss him a lot, what else Arief class turned out far away at the end there, so I was really, Arief in Class 2 H..

Surely I am very happy with the end of Arief's sentence, I can meet him again, but I am also afraid, because that means the punishment of Rangga also ends, as well, and unfortunately again it turns out Rangga is in class with me..

Dear God, may Rangga not take revenge on me.

Today the first lesson is physics, the most difficult lesson, the teacher was fierce, or actually firm, he most dislikes children who are late to absorb lessons from him what else is an undisciplined child, he said, lucky I didn't belong to it, I really understand the lesson why ? because being friends with Arief makes me more active in learning, and mastering all the lessons that Arief taught me...

When the lesson began, there was a sound of the door on a slow knock...

Tok tok.....

''come in..''