Dreams of Devi

Nindi again?

I don't feel the sun getting high. Several times I rubbed the sweat that wandered on the temples and chin using the elbows. Zaki and his friend also looked exhausted. Those in charge of hoeing seemed to intermittently stop while rubbing the waist, what a pity.

"When are you?" I tried to start the conversation so that it was not too quiet.

"Almost with you. Maybe about ten minutes earlier than you," Zaki explained.

"What are you being punished for?"

"Letting late, no PR," said Zaki's friend.

"That's all?"

"We're late twice. The first one yesterday got a warning, and this time we feel free from Miss Marni!" yang Zaki was joined by a tos with his friend.

"Why so proud?"

"Udah tired with Miss Marni. Actually, we were not late because it was intentional. We took the bus here, happened to be on strike" Zaki explained.

"Oh, does Miss Marni not believe it?"

"According to the previous agreement, being late again means sanctions."

"Oh, so. What's your friend's name?" I asked Zaki.

"Oh, we're not acquainted yet. My name is Fatih." Fatih extended her hand to me.

"Greetings, Fatih. But sorry, I don't want to shake your hand, my hands are dirty!" my words show my hands are tanned because they are exposed to soft soil.

"Oh, yes. Forgot!"

"This is just a little more interest. Let's finish it!" get excited.

"Dev, there are still about 15 flowers. You said stay a little? You're the one who works." I just laughed at Zaki's words. Yeah, he's really exhausted.

"It's over?" Mr. Edi approached us.

"Not yet, sir."

"Yes already. Thank you for helping. Please go back to class" said Mr. Edi.

"Devi or all of us, sir?" ask Zaki.

"All of you. Ms. Marni has already passed your sentence to the Father. After this, I hope you don't repeat the same thing, yeah."

"Hopefully it won't strike again, sir," said Fatih, whom I heard.

"Father to the office first. Ask for the equipment to be stored in the warehouse, yes," said Mr. Edi before leaving us.

"Yes, Sir. Ready it!"

Zaki and Fatih then sat under the tree. I thought they'd be back in class soon and take a lesson. Zaki called my name and gestured to come sit nearby. I just nodded and did not agree to his invitation.

"Aren't you in class?" my many.

"Stage, this lesson Miss Marni is finished too."

"Isn't there still an hour of lessons?"

"It's better here than in the classroom to make emotions" Fatih said. Yeah, I get it. The mood of both is not supportive.

"Dev, you're Nindi's friend, right?"

Instantly I glanced sharply at Zaki. I understand the direction of the conversation, maybe later he will ask to be introduced, or can also ask for his phone number.

"Who said?" my many.

"I see you guys in the park a lot" Zaki replied.

"Times?"

"really. I see you guys talking a lot after the musola," Zaki explained.

"That's you know. Why is it still?"

"No papa, I asked for Nindi's number, dong!"

"Eh, what are you doing? Don't find any more victims, Wan!" sulk Fatih seemed to not accept.

"Can you just shut up, Tih?"

I smiled at the discussion of both. It's great to be a Nindi that is contested by many men. Even if I felt that way in a dream. Who would be interested in a Devi who is not beautiful and also has a mediocre brain capacity.

There were times when I felt really envious of Nindi. Every time I walked alone with him, there was always someone greeting him, either upperclassman or upperclassman. Sometimes the plan to go to the cafeteria alone must be delayed because there are those who invite Nindi to chat. If that's the case, I'm usually ignored, rather I don't want to know.

As if I was the opposite of Nindi, often insignificant questions revolved around my head. About the reason why Nindi wanted to be my best friend, about why I should be her best friend.

I was shocked when Zaki clapped his two hands right in front of my face. Then he and Fatih laughed so crisply, the satisfaction of which surprised me. The instant I pouted, did Zaki not think about how my heart felt almost soaring because of his actions.

"Don't be angry, dong, Dev. I was just kidding. You were talked to dumbass. Yeah, right, Tih?" zaki tries to find support from his friend.

"Yes, what do you think, Dev?" Now Fatih asked me.

"Not that, I was shocked, you know."

"Yes, sorry. So how's?" ask Zaki.

"Where's what?" Honestly, I haven't listened to Alwan's conversation with Fatih since they talked about Nindi.

"Nindi's number" said Fatih.

"Nindi did not give permission for the number to be distributed carelessly," I said as long as I gave an excuse.

"Must need permission to him first?" I nodded in response to Zaki's question.

"I-iya must be."

"Then I ask for your number" Zaki said grimacingly. What other idea is this.

"Make what?" my search.

"Let's give you some info. Who knows if Nindinya can."

Oh, it makes sense too. I wrote down my 12-digit number on Zaki's palm. Fortunately, the pen never missed me. It turns out that in such conditions it is beneficial as well.

"But that's my father's number. Try to send a polite message, yes," I suggest.

"Your own number?"

"has not. I went back to class, yeah. The cleaning equipment you brought, yes. I'm lazy!" The broom I brought finally handed it to Zaki. Even though he looked sullen, it didn't matter.

I'm in front of class now. Looks lonely, only seen Alwi who is still dressed in sports.

"Where are you from, Dev?" Alwi looked furious after the sport. He stood in front of the closed door. His hands were busy guarding the door lever.

"I want to go through the truth." I clasped his hand and prepared to move the lever. Alwi pushed me slowly.

"In the classroom there are still many who change clothes," explained Alwi.

"girls?"

"Not."

"That's why it should be closed?" my protest.

"Likes, dong!"

I'm shaking my waist feeling pissed. Though my goal in class was just to take the drinking water I brought from home.

"Where were you from, Dev?" Alwi pulled the back of my hair until I was a little stranded.

"Help Mr. Edi, plant flowers near the school gate."

"Yes?" Why does Alwi look so cool.

"There's Zaki with Fatih, too" I explained.

"Surely they get punished. It's often like that."

"You know Zaki?" I asked Alwi.

"I was a classmate. He's the same Fatih is naughty, wayward," explained Alwi.

"Oh, pantesan," I replied.

The classroom door opens. Some students began to disperse. Ordinary, the boys in my class are a little brutal. I also got a boost from my friend. Fortunately, my legs were so strong that they did not fall.

"Be careful, Dev!"