Dreams of Devi
There Are Advantages There Are Disadvantages
"So why don't you go volleyball, Deb?" After drinking a few gulps, Nindi put her green bottle on the table.
"I help Mr. Edi north of the gate" I replied.
"When it's so exciting, baby you're not coming."
"I can't play volleyball, even if I'm just dumbass." I laugh, it feels less afdol if not pat the shoulders of people around when laughing.
"That's the habit of laughing with a mukul!" nindi Protest.
"Nin, I just met my SD friend, his name is Zaki. And, your fans are growing. He wanted to ask for your number" I said, telling Zaki's wish.
"Zaki's an 8D boy?" ask Nindi.
"I don't know his class. Don't mind seeing the badge she's wearing either."
"Keep me my number?" ask Nindi again.
"No, I'll let you go first. If you permit it, I'll give it to him" I explained.
"Good then. My number should not be given to just anyone, yes. I'm tired of the constant terror." Nindi looks pretty tired. Maybe tired of facing some people who want to get to know him.
"But, I really never spread your number to people, you know," I said.
"Yes, it's my own fault. I used to be very easy to give numbers to other people even people I did not know. Now very confused, Dev. There are those who dare to call because the message I did not reply," explained Nindi telling something that made her annoyed.
Oh, it turns out like that side didn't pull Nindi's life. His life may sometimes feel uncomfortable because of the presence of people who like him. With a story like this, I feel like I'm not at a low point. But should I be thankful when I only know the weak side of others?
"Truly, yeah, Dev. Don't give my number to anyone else." Nindi held both of my hands expectantly, I nodded in agreement with a smile.
"Want to?" Nindi offered her bread. He also showed three packs of bread in his desk locker.
"Tumben buy bread. I don't usually like bread" he said. Hurriedly Nindi asked me to shut up, she brought her finger to her lips.
"Why?" lirihku barely makes a sound.
"It's gift. It's not good to be rejected, you eat one, yes" explained Nindi.
This is one of Nindi's specialties. I wonder why there are creatures like him. Nindi is beautiful, smart, and most of all she has good ethics beyond reason. He always appreciates the gifts of others even though the goods given are not liked. I'm trying so hard to imitate all of Nindi's good behavior.
"Do you want chocolate?" Nindi offers two different flavors of bread; chocolate and vanilla.
"I want chocolate." I took a packet of sandwich bread with chocolate jam on Nindi's right hand.
"Thank you, Nin," I almost forgot, Nindi just laughed. A simple habit like this I also applied after being friends with Nindi. Before, I often forgot about it.
"Enak, you know, Nin. You really don't want to?"
"If only my body wasn't so sensitive, Dev. I think all the food wants me to go. Chocolate, ice cream, why is all that good not good for my body?" Nindi laughs.
Nindi told me once. He has asthma that can sometimes recur. Therefore, he avoids some foods that can provide bad possibilities. He also coughs easily, so chocolate and ice cream are very delicious that he should avoid.
"Who gave you this?" I whispered a little.
"Alwi, he ran out of the canteen and kept giving me this same guava juice. Fortunately the juice of the jam was without ice," Nindi replied in a whisper as well.
I just nodded while still chewing my bread. Alwi is still carrying out his mission to get close to Nindi. I forgot to give her instructions, about what can and cannot be given to Nindi. He'll have to go home from school and I'll have to brief.
"You want some more, Dev?" tawar Nindi once knew my bread ran out earlier than his.
I hurriedly shook my head, Nindi laughed again. That's how Nindi was when she was with me, filled with laughter. He said I was a humorous figure. Yes, it is the fact that it is, but only one in 100 people realize it because it is the dominant expression and face and face. Uh, but I'm really good, really.
"You really don't want to? The vanilla taste was delicious, you know," said Nindi still trying to persuade me.
"Coc, maksa? That you can have lunch, Nin. Don't be too generous to people, later become poor, you know," I joked.
"It is precisely by sharing it that the sustenance we receive will be doubled, Dev. This is my gratitude, so I love you. My father once said when you want to be thankful-" Nindi has not finished continuing her sentence, I cut her off by gesturing for her to shut up.
"then Allah will add to his provision" I said, reciting Nindi's words. I have heard that phrase from him many times. Therefore, I got memorized out of my head.
The turn of the clock bell rang, the break time from the sport was over. Actually, it was not time to rest. However, because the sport is free, some students choose to cover to the canteen for snacks. Fortunately, Edi did not bother about it.
The material for today is about poetry. Ms. Irma appears to explain and give examples of poetry and the use of magic in it. I'm quite enthusiastic this time, understandably I usually fad writing poetry in books. Lessons like these are essential to increasing my knowledge of the world of poetry.
The class was so quiet, some of my friends even seemed busy themselves. I've heard, they say Bahasa Indonesia is very boring. Maybe they feel that way now.
"Who likes poetry?" ask Ms. Irma. I thought maybe that was his way so that the class conditions were not too quiet.
"Devi, Mum. I read poetry in his book." Suddenly I was the center of attention because of Oliv.
"Eh, what the hell, Liv?"
Basic Oliv, I could have been made a prey. Don't come after this Miss Irma told me to read poetry in front of the class.
"Oh, huh? Which devi?" Hm, I am indeed not popular among teachers, I raised my hand so that Ms. Irma would have no trouble finding me.
"Puition brought?" I'm nodding.
"May I hear you reading poetry?" permission of Ms. Irma politely.
"I'm ashamed, Mom."
"Don't, shyass. Usually timid," Oliv said again. Even Nindi seemed to shake her head at Oliv's words.
"Well, how about you read Devi's poem. What's yourname?" Miss Irma approached Oliv.
"Oliv, Mom!" quickly answer. Finally, weapons eat sir.
"Kok, me, Mum?" oliv protest.
"You must be the PD performing up front. His name is collab. Come on Oliv, please come forward!"
Such a task might not be a difficult one for Oliv. He who is notoriously chatty there are also his advantages. He once also represented a class for a speech race at a school anniversary event. As a result, he managed to get the second champion.
"Where's the poem, Dev?" Oliv.
"This one, yes." I gave him my collection of poems, I asked him to read the poem I meant.
"Okay, Devi."
Oliv appeared in front of the class. He read with great interest. She's great!
The Heaven of Kurindu
The morning welcomes the day
Who is present after your departure
It was a soft voice that woke me up
Now and then I don't think anymore
I'd like to hear your nagging
I'd like to feel your wooden punch
Just once I can repeat it again
Live and receive your love again
Your tired face I can't look at anymore
Delicious and fragrant your cooking is now just imaginary
All are just memories
You are the paradise I long for, Mother
The poem I wrote wasn't really beautiful. However, Oliv's lively nature made me shed tears. I think the whole class agrees with me. After finishing Oliv got a big applause prize.
