Dreams of Devi

Sham

"Kok, you're going to class? Then whose duty nemenin brothers?" I asked Nindi.

"They are still given the same material as the principal. The one on duty is now eighth grade, ninth grade is out of rest later."

"Oh, it turns out to be made that way."

"Yes, let's not get too tired. If all the members of OSIS there are also free, too many people and the task is not much. Pity the diligent, while others are relaxed. Kan, mending kayak gini." I nodded in response to Nindi's explanation.

The break bell finally rang. Actually from earlier it felt like in the break because there was no lesson learned. Nindi took me to the cafeteria to see the new students. I'm actually lazy, if only Nindi didn't force it obviously I wouldn't.

"We're going to the cafeteria 2, okay?"

Ha's? I don't know what Nindi's plan is right now. He could have taken me to the two canteens located at the north end, that was very far away. Alwi who seemed to be the bodyguard Nindi agreed.

"With him in front of the seventh grade is not papa? I'd like to see my cousin for a minute" said Nindi.

"Your cousin is here, Nin?" ask Alwi.

"Yes. He used to love following me, anyway. Tired of me, my aunt was very chatty, she said I was told to take care of her favorite child."

"What girl is a guy, anyway?" I'm curious.

"girls. Yes, the guy asks to be guarded." Well, I feel bod*h for asking that question.

"But guys also ask to be guarded, you know, Nin. I, for example, ask you to take care of my heart." Duh, Alwi began to relapse her lips.

"As far as you are, Al!" my peek.

"Don't envy the spite!"

I no longer respond to Alwi. I followed Nindi who walked a few steps ahead of me. His steps led to a class in front of which were crowded seventh grade children.

"That's a lot, Nin. Shame on me," I said.

"It's easy, upperclassmen don't need to be shy."

"What kind of class are you in?" asked Alwi who also looked confused following Nindi.

"That's the problem, I don't know! Let's take a look at one-on-one, yeah, class."

"Oh, no, papa."

Me and Alwi just followed Nindi who seemed to browse through each class and make sure her cousin was there. It had been two classes that he had visited but had not found the figure in question.

"Rita!" Nindi screamed until we became the center of attention. His cousin Rita approached us.

"What's up, Ma'am?" tanyanya while looking at me and Alwi alternately.

"Wait to go home with me. Aunt Fira told me, she's bothering again" explained Nindi.

"OK, Mommy. This is Miss Nindi's friend?"

Rita has a parasa that is also no less beautiful with Nindi, plus she looks still cute. Maybe the Nindi family has a nature that is not much different. Both good looking and easy to mix with new people.

"Yes. It's Devi and that Alwi guy."

"Greetings, Ma'am, Mas." Rita bowed in greeting.

"Not to your canteen?" ask Nindi again.

"I brought snacks from home, Ma'am. I brought a lot, huh. Ma'am wants? Come on to my class." Rita pulls Nindi into her class. Me and Alwi automatically followed them from behind.

The class that was originally quite crowded suddenly deserted once the residents realized our arrival. Maybe they think if there are members of OSIS who want to make announcements or the like.

Just arriving at the doorway, my eyes rolled out to the rest of the class. When I was in seventh grade not like this, my friends and I used to be quiet on the first day of school. I think my underclassman is easy to get along with new people.

Near the window I saw a boy looking out. Nindi and Rita looked excited themselves until the boy turned his head. I stared at him for a while. Huh, why is there him? I left class in a hurry.

"Eh, what's up, Dev?" Alwi followed me out of class.

"Outside interest, Al."

"What is the cirain. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"No papa, anyway."

"Let's go in again if that's it."

"No, deh. I'm waiting here for the wind, yeah." I shook my hands pretending to be in a rage. Alwi went back in with Nindi.

I've been tired of waiting for Nindi and Alwi here. I'm sure they're talking about something that's not clear. Did they forget that I was waiting here alone?

"Devi!" I'm turning. Well, it turns out Syham, the younger brother I meant still remembers me.

"How are you, Dev?" tanyanya smiled sweetly.

"Small courtesy, dong. The time to call the original upperclassman call it aja name. Call Mommy Devi!" I insist on Shiham.

"Mr? We are the same age, born in the same year. You were born in July I'm December." Uh, can tell my birth month is also her.

"Call Mbak Devi, you're my underclassman!"

"I want to call Dek Devi." Shiham's laughter disgusts me.

My hatred for Shiham began from his ignorance which was shown to me endlessly. From fifth grade, I was always his victim. He always comes to my class and interrupts me at recess.

The motive I don't know for sure. However, Shiham once said that he only intended to take revenge because at that time I accidentally made his parked bike collapse. I made a mistake once, but why be haunted for a lifetime?

Me and Shiham used to be only one class difference. When I was in second grade, he was first class. However, he was sick for a long time until his parents asked him to stay in class and join the same class the following year.

Shiham is actually quite handsome and has a well-groomed looking body. In the past, her mother's elementary school was always cramped if she took Shiham to school. I've heard that the mother forbids Siham snacking haphazardly and prefers to bring her own small meals from home. Ah, in fact, Shiham also often look for opportunities. Shiham who rese always ask his friend snacks, if suitable can even be he who spends.

"Why did you know I went to school here like that?" Currently, Shiham and I are the main concern of seventh-grade siblings. Maybe they were wondering, big brother class as pretty as I could talk to Syham.

"Who is surprised? So you know!"

"So shocked. Finally one more school, can be close to Devi continue, deh."

I did not think with Shiham. He used to love acting like he was chasing me. Whether it was a joke or a serious one, I obviously didn't care.

"Dev, you're 9A class, right? I'm going to your class tomorrow morning, yeah."