Dorin Tanea's

Episode 12's

Deg-deg-ans!

I let out a breath. This is the first day of school after MOS. Will daze himself looking for a new class. At the closing of the MOS I was also absent, according to information I heard, the class announcement came out that day. That is why I set foot in this school this morning.

Not much has come.

“Where is my name?” my mumbling shifted to the left. Jidatku frowned because he had not found Dorin Tanea's name on the notice board. I looked to the right side. It also sounds the same as me. Disappointed sigh. I smiled blandly at the girl who was a little short of me. He may not have found the local either.

My eyes looked up again. No

despondent. These are the only four local I checked. There are four more classes.

“Me!” myrag.

“My name?” I turned back to the right side. Staring confused.

“Hah?”

“It! My name exists too! Horai!” he screamed while jumping small.

I returned smiling blandly. Girl

this cute-looking man also threw a smile at me. Then, she played her long wavy black hair and said, “We are one class.”

After finding out I was in class X-5, this time I was confused where the place was, in this large and three-story school building. I've never been around. You remember, right? When I first set foot here, I immediately pulled it out of here.

I sighed while looking at

backside. It's free to ask the same person who followed me earlier. Seems

he did not know the location of the school. Ah, bad! I'd better find out where this school floor plan is, there's gotta be.

“Where are we going?” ask the girl who is now beside me.

My head looked up to read the writing

it's at the entrance. Grade XI-IPA. I grunt. Let alone tenth grade being on the second or third floor again.

Again he followed from behind, like a stalker. I walked through the eleven grade IPA corridor, towards the second floor stairs, beside the library. The library was located in the middle of the building, while the teacher room was opposite it. Pretty big. I don't know how many teachers teach at this private school.

“What class are we in above?” ask the wave-haired girl.

“Maybe,” reply me without looking back. My feet continued to climb the stairs casually. Suddenly remembered

the old me. When it comes to bookstores, it's hard to ask for mercy to go upstairs. It feels like tons of stuff perched on the shoulders.

“Yey! This is our class!” the girl cheers to see

the board that is attached above the door. He entered class first. Huh, just now

it looks so awkward and now? He even looked relaxed and excited. Replace, now I follow his footsteps entering the classroom.

“Sini!” he shouted while waving his hand. He chose to sit in front. Front of teacher's desk.

I shook my head—stepped into

back—towards table number four-middle row. The position here is more fun. You can see and hear people gossiping about you. Maybe you're used to sitting behind Junior High first. The end of the children at the protest because my large body covered the blackboard.

“By join?” ask the girl with a big smile.

I'm nodding.

“My name is Rainbow. But my mama called

Dedek, so Dedek's name is attached to me. So is my sense of hearing. As far as my mother calls, I can hear her. Sometimes friends at school used to call Ela. Ta—”

“So?” I scrunched up jidat. Cut off

the conversation is too wide. Hello, this is a name and a nickname. Not a discussion of Indonesian history.

“Call just Ela.” Then the girl

spread both corners of her lips to the side. I think the day is full of joy. Like a rainbow that has many colors.

“Dorin Tanea, call saj—”

“Alright, I'll call you Dor-Dor,”

he said put a hand on my shoulder. “Didn't that sound cute?” Ela blinked both eyes.

I let out a slow breath. Cute of

where's try? Play the war dor dor all. Oh shit, I should be happy to have my boyfriend. Isn't it hard to make friends on the first day of school? Ah, it's not important! My brain confirms. It's free if they all use me. Better not have any friends at all.

“I'm so glad to know you. I was afraid I couldn't find it, class. After this is the first time I entered school,” explained Ela while grinning widely, showing her small white teeth

the neat.

A little relieved, it wasn't just me

who do not follow the MOS. Good, there will be friends. At least we thought about coming to school early in the morning.

“So you didn't join MOS?”

Ela shakes.

“Sickness?”

He nodded quickly.

Uh, buset bye. It turns out there was someone else

who broke my idea.

Soon, one by one, the people entered the class.

***

“Dor Dor to canteen, yuk!” ela cheer.

Aiiish, here, son. We just sit next to each other, my friends again. Pake event scream all. Like a little kid

know, no?

“No. I bring stock,” I said as I lay my head on the table. Last night I was thinking about my fate in this school. But thank goodness today went well, despite being quiet in a seat.

I saw other kids who were already

familiar with each other. Not for long, although implied, they already had their own group. Not everywhere everything is the same. The difference in class is there. I turned to the other side with my cheeks still on the table. In the corner near the wall was a girl with glasses.

Two braided long hair. My forehead shriveled, did I ever see him

before that?

“Dor Dor, come on!” Ela has stood

in front of me. Nih, one child is very persistent.

“I have no money!” Be honest. My money's up

to buy the comic yesterday. For snacks here may not be enough. Same in the village. The school is like this, automatically the canteen snacks are high-level rates as well.

“Let me buy!” Ela's attractive

hand strong. But I didn't move a bit.

“I just temenin doang.”

Ela nodded in agreement. I'm not, anyway

types of using others. Ela pulled my hand up to the stairs. Him

like a child who is excited when invited to the playground.

Dugm!

My steps stopped, looking up towards

stairs leading to the third floor. She's she? I turned my body. A known person

this?”

“Do Dor, come!” Ela dragged me downstairs.

I know the twelfth grade on the third floor. But I don't expect to see him here either. Don't let Rega see me.

“Dor Dor, wait for Ela!”

Little pissed. Ela's too tight

calling my name. If Rega knew where I was? And call me Mis Ball how? I don't want to remember the past. You could say I was a little traumatized by her.

Don't underestimate the word trauma. Because you'll understand how I feel after you

face to face with something you don't want to remember.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Thinks. That

no way, anyways, she called me Miss

MOS SMP time ball. Afterwards, the wolf trio preserved the holy name. I smiled wryly imagining. That was a long time ago. After all, he would not remember my face. Dorin, relax!

Is that how cowardly of me? Will I be forever overshadowed by this fear?

I stopped the steps right in front

stairs down, without looking back. I clasped the end of the brown vest tightly, and tried to brace myself. Don't be afraid, Dorin! You're not the old Dorin anymore. You've changed. “Yes, I've changed ..” I whispered to myself

by oneself.

“Dor ... Dor, don't spit!”

ela's protest was overwhelmed to balance my steps. The girl grabbed my arm and

back to take me walking with him.

The canteen is far away. Needs

less than seven minutes. If in the village first mah, just behind

window. Just order to eat in class. I was lucky to get that class. It's not hard to go out for a snack. But the problem was that our concentration of learning was disrupted, the smell of food was poking the nose.

“Dor-Dor, sit here, I want to retire first.”

Without being told. My ass is already

been stuck in the chair since. How good this place is. The canteen is still the school canteen that must order itself and queue. On the long table lined a variety of cakes; from pastries, damp, and wet. On the menu list there are; fried rice, meatballs, vegetable lontong, and many more. However, the price remains exorbitant.

My eyes did not pay attention to books

menu. Because kere, I'm so kere-minded. Wanna protest. Not all of the children in this school are rich. Although private, in this school also accepts people who are less able. The conditions are easy, you just need to be smart and get a high score. That will raise the school's rating later.

“This ...” Ela put orange juice in front of me.

“I didn't order.”

“I'm the dealership,” reply Ela.

“Thank you.”

Ela started scooping her fried rice.

“No.” I shook my head when Ela wanted to bribe me. I raised the glass, brought the dropper closer to the lips.

“Hahaha, you can, Bro!” My shoulders

shudder in horror at the sound of that voice. I looked back while drinking. A group of young men were joking.

“UHUK!!” My eyes widen. Then turn around quickly.

“Dor-Dor, are you okay?” ask Ela to bring the face closer.

No. gabe. My condition is so bad, Ela! I feel like I'm entering a haunted house right now. I was horrified and my body immediately broke out in cold sweat. Die me!

“I-Yes, I'm fine,” I whispered as I picked up the book that was already on this table-hiding the face.

Oh, God, why is it like this? I should have listened to my intuition choosing SMK, not High School. Ougghs! What

is this called deja vu? Why should I meet them? Isn't in this city so many good public and private high schools? But, why did they even stray here or me stray?

Is this called ‘takdir’? Word

which cannot be denied or neglected.

“Quick finish your meal, El. Subsequent to

that's us go!” my whisper is full of pressure. “If not ... I will leave you!”

“Ela, not El. That sounds like a guy's name!” ela protests in between her chews. Her puffed cheeks were filled with fried rice because I threatened to leave her.

“Serah,” murmured me while laying

the book is on the table. I just don't protest with the name of the gift. Lah, him?

For the umpteenth time I sighed. Ever since I betrayed my best friend, I've covered myself up in the name of friendship. I can't be mean to someone I just met.

The proper word for me right now is to be cold and indifferent.  I don't know why, I'm kangen Meka. Only he can make me be myself.

“Dor-Dor, I'm done. No end

stay tuned!” ela cheer lifted her plate.

Quiet, fool! I'm silencing girls' mouths

that's with the palm. If you scream like this, I'll be caught. Hah, bad, kid. If he's my brother, I've caught his head.

***

When I arrived in the middle room, I

slammed the bag onto the big green sofa, then my body followed.

Because Mr. Nono drove papa out of town, so today I was forced to go home by bus. Also, I already know the way. Not like I used to use a taxi.

Since the accident, the other car was not

fixable. Severely damaged. Stay in a black sedan car that is often used to shuttle myself or my mother. And plus, papa can't drive far. His eyesight was a little impaired when it was already night due to the accident.

“This is the drink, Non,” said Mbok Nini

put green tea on the glass table.

“Still, Mbok.” Even though I can take it myself. No need to bother everything, but the mbok must say gini, ‘dah so custom, Non’. Mbok also did not want to call me Dorin, again the reason has become a habit.

Once after school, Mbok Nini always prepared drinks and snacks in front of me. Now, I'm limiting him. No snack. Green tea is enough. Fear fat. Afraid to say Miss Ball again same Rega and son

othersmore.  And about them, I saw the handsome Shiro and Fandy in the cafeteria. It seems they cannot be separated like lovers. Truly loyal. I want to have a friend like that too. There is always every moment. Uh, but .. the Vino is invisible.

Did he take a different path from his two best friends? Then good!

But where is he going, huh? Ever since one

the month of school graduation, the house next to me looked like a graveyard. Nonexistent

life signs. Ogah also asked the same mother, later said kangen again.

Not very, right? I'm not interested in knowing about him anyway.

Oh yeah, about Fandy. Is he still

related to Rissa? I haven't mentioned that name in a long time

remembering it. He's making me sick. Here ... My heart aches when I remember what was done to me. The devil looks angel. What am I

evil gave him such a title?