Dreams of Devi

Dreams of Devi
The Most Painful



Since the English lesson I have really been feeling uninspired. On my left side, no one asked me to speak. Though usually there are also some who borrow stationery or notebooks to me. Hmm, do they hate me?


The clock finally arrived at the time of school. At least after this I slightly rested my brain from some subjects. If I could, I would explain to Nindi what really happened.


"Nin, the tumben went straight home!"


I looked towards Nindi. He simply smiled in response to Oliv's question while packing up his books. Very rarely did Nindi come home early, usually she always spent time with Alwi first.


"Aren't you with Alwi?" asked Heni whose stool was one row with Nindi.


Either he doesn't know anything or he does want to make it hot, which I obviously don't like the questions he's asking right now. Nindi also did not say much, she responded with gestures either nodding or shaking her head. If this continues, I feel more guilty.


I chased after Nindi who was already outside the classroom. He and I look foreign at this moment. All this due to a misunderstanding, I want to go back to how it was.


"Nin, I want to talk for a while," I sat down next to Nindi who was wearing shoes.


"I'm in a hurry, I'm sick." Nindi stood up and left me.


She sick? a hurt? I'm sure Nindi's trying to avoid me. It feels very weak, it turns out that this sick is shunned by his own friends.


I intend to go back to class to get my bag. I just realized that there was Risa standing watching me at the classroom door. He looked so happy to see me cringed with Nindi. You sly woman!


"Look out, Dev!" seloroh Risa who I deliberately pushed her body.


"I'm relaxed, you know, Ris!"


"Ish, you little bitch?" Whats? So who exactly is a bummer?


I forgot the fried rice from Ms. Salma. Even because of the incident after the break earlier, the hunger that used to attack my stomach was suddenly reluctant to come. Instead of taking it home, I should eat it now while waiting for a quiet class.


For more than ten minutes I was on my bench and finished eating fried rice earlier. Until finally the class gradually deserted and only me and Alwi remained. I wonder why he hasn't come home yet, I just remember if he left with me.


"So quiet, Dev. Want to go home now?" tanya Alwi approached me.


"Yes, now, yeah."


"I'm out first, yeah." I just nodded.


I caught up with Alwi and found him in the classroom. He picked one guava and just ate it. My school is surrounded by rice fields starting from the east, north and west. To the south is a public cemetery. The front of the class is planted with several trees such as guava, pomegranate, mulberry, kedondong, and teak that are still not so big. One step forward from the place where the trees grew, directly in the form of rice fields that I told you about earlier.


"If it is found out the teacher can be scolded, you know, Al," I told Alwi.


"Lha, why get scolded? We were told to take care of him, you know. Isn't picking the fruit our right?" Alwi so casually chewed his seed guava.


"Yes too, anyway. Whatever, deh, Al."


"If you say so, there's still one. I'm picking." Even I did not say anything, Alwi directly plucked the origin and gave it to me.


"Cock picked again, anyway!"


"Oh, hang on." Alwi wiped the surface of the guava with his uniform and gave it back to me.


"Udah clean. Yeah, good, you know. It's yummy!"


"No, ah. I've already."


"Relatedly? Relax, you won't get angry. This is usually what takes me the same Word as well, really." Alwi laughs.


"Oh, so you're the culprit." But I finally received the guava that was given Alwi.


"The culprit is one, you!"


"But it's safe, right?"


"Very safe, Boss!"


"OKAY. I finished this first if that's it."


"You want this too, Dev?" bargain Alwi with me.


"No, I see you're a mess."


"Enak, you know."


"Sorry, not interested."


"Yes, that's it. Haven't eaten the guava yet?"


"Udah is done. Home now?"


"Now, yuk!"


I felt astonished by Alwi who seemed to get into no trouble. It is precisely I who feel panicked, afraid that Nindi will continue to hate me. The plan to explain the true events also failed, Nindi was still overwhelmed by her anger.


"So Nindi's really mad, Al?" ask me slowly.


"Yes, but relax, Dev. He will be better tomorrow too. Don't think too much."


"Don't think too much? Clear thinking, is. Just this time Nindi was furious at me. It must have been Risa added a story that does not fit the facts."


"That's for sure!"


"Keep quiet?" I'm getting upset with Alwi.


"Not that I am silent, I want to give defense always on the side with Risa. Nindi also didn't give me a chance to make it clear."


Well, it makes sense. It was like that Risa's nature. I feel sorry for Alwi now. I can imagine how Alwi was during the break, maybe he became the months of one class because of Risa's words.


"What did Risa say?" manya curious.


"Si Risa said that we were joking about time on the road, laughing off it. He said you held me tight. Not according to the facts, yes."


"Basic of the stove. I like to disturb people's lives. You need to teach Risa a lesson!"


"Had it, Dev. Relax, I will explain to Nindi. If he knew the real story, he wouldn't be angry. He's got a lot of emotions."


"Quiet, calm, bald! I was panicking and still told to calm down. Even some of our friends think of me as an actor, a friend's dinnermate, a cheap chick."


"Did anyone say that?" alwi asked as he scratched his forehead.


"Directly, no. But they avoided me. I feel disgusted by that."


"Your feelings, Dev."


"Yes, I'm the only one who fusses."


"Yes, relax, Dev. Relax, you know."


"So Nindi got angry with you too?"


"Yes. After the Risa roared, I was near Nindi, she even pushed me to leave. I think some more drama practice knows!"


"Have to finally?"


"Yes, I'm leaving. Shame is also a class spectacle. Where is highlighted again. Good thing you're not cheated on, are you?"


"That's so hard of you. Just because I left with me, it became apes. I think I'm the culprit, deh."


"Udah, huh, Dev. Do not continue to feel guilty. Not tired of beating yourself up?"


"Hm."