Dreams of Devi

Jealous

I returned to the classroom with weak steps. My feet are hard to move. Also, my heart feels too fragile to see Alwi later.

I was actually wrong. Salah hastily justified something uncertain. This is also Alwi's fault, why his love letter must be mis-addressed. Or, at least he named Nindi as his recipient.

I have flown high with butterflies because the flowers of love are already blooming. However, in an instant I was knocked down at the lowest position even trampled by shame.

There was a loud noise coming from my class. I don't know the cause myself. I don't know, it must be something extraordinary. Rarely can a class be so crowded.

"What's up, Dil?" I asked Dila who just came out of class holding her stomach, she laughed.

"That's ...." Without giving an answer, he pointed to the class.

"What?"

"Look at yourself." Dila just passed towards the bathroom. Rather than being curious, I better see for myself what is going on in class.

"Where are you from, Dev?" nindi asked as soon as I dropped the body on the bench next to her.

"From the bathroom," I replied trying to relax, lest Nindi find out I just cried.

"Devi, step aside, dong!" I was confused, Oliv pulled me onto his stool.

"Eh, what's wrong?" my many.

"Don't disturb anyone who's kasmaran anymore" Rosyid said.

"Huh? How's it?"

"Stttt .. You stay here first, let Nindi and Alwi speak from heart to heart. If they are made, right, quite well we can get the PJ," said Oliv continued with laughter.

Oh, I get it now. It turned out that the noise was coming from here. So, how can friends know if Alwi likes Nindi? Wasn't it wrong to give chocolate the other day Alwi did it secretly so as not to be caught by anyone? Did Alwi confess his love to Nindi?

"What's up, anyway? How, many?"

"So the Alwi said something like that. There are also those who say that Alwi likes Nindi" explained Oliv.

"Alwinya shot Nindi?"

"Not yet, just the time of approach. Ih, what, the hell, are you? He said Nindi's position, who doesn't even know?" oliv protested to me.

"I was out of the bathroom."

"Devi, come here."

Nindi waved at me. It seems like misbehavior, maybe between pleasure and shame. Wasn't she very lucky, an Alwi whom most students admired, turned out to secretly like her. I tried to smile even though it hurt. Am I jealous of Nindi? Oh, clear. But what right do I have to be envious of my best friend? Didn't Nindi deserve it?

Several times Nindi invited me to go back to the bench and talk to her as usual. However, I chose to sit in Oliv's place. Of course this is not purely my will, other friends asked me not to go back to the bench first. Let's not disturb Alwi and Nindi he said.

"Devi, come here!"

"No, ah. I'll be a mosquito repellent" I said.

"Come on!"

"Later, when the bell comes in," I replied.

Nindi looked sullen and approached me. He pulled me back to our bench, but Oliv held me back. Wow, why am I even a material scramble.

"Udahlah, Liv, I'm ashamed," said Nindi. Oliv and a few other friends laughed, finally Oliv granted Nindi's request.

The entrance bell finally sounded. Me and Nindi are on the bench. He still looks shy. On the other hand, I was lazy to talk to him. Why is it like I'm upset with Nindi?

"Alwi, your eraser is down!"

"That, under the bench of Nindi," said Firman.

I saw Nindi spontaneously hanging her legs. Ah, the Word is really ignorant. It seems like he designed all of this. That thing belonging to Alwi was actually at the foot of Nindi's chair.

"Eh, here!" Nindi gave the black eraser she brought to Alwi.

The atmosphere of the class was again crowded with the cheers of the students. Actually I was a little jealous, but when I saw Nindi's face that looked blushing instead made me want to laugh. She's shy cat.

"You like Alwi too, don't you?" I whispered softly to Nindi.

Nindi looked at me sharply with a slight frown. He then shook his head, trying to deny my words. I laughed, Oh my God, my best friend looks so wrong.

The arrival of Bu Intan instantly made the class quiet. The students were already sitting on their respective benches neatly. There was no sound at all, the gaze of the English teacher did indeed feel deadlier than the lion's gaze, once the students likened it.

"Not praying, but it's so bad. Who's the class president?"

There was not the slightest sound. I glanced towards Bagas who was the class leader. He should have raised his hand.

"Why are you all silent? Who's the class president?"

"My-my, Mom!" bagas.

"You should be able to invite your friends to prepare for class before the lesson begins. It could be that class. It's a class of excellence, right?"

"Yes, Mom."

"The new mother gave a warning this time, tomorrow if you repeat again, I will not hesitate to punish you. Understood?"

"Goodbye, Mom!"

Ms. Intan, who was standing up, is now sitting in her chair. That means, things are safe. This morning there were many surprises given to me. I hope my heart is healthy, from now on he continues gymnastics.

Ms. Intan at this meeting explained about the simple present tense. I noticed him explaining various examples and writing them down on the board. However, the capacity of my brain that is mediocre feels like it wants to explode when trying to understand the explanation of Bu Intan.

"Well, mother has given her positive form, please who wants to try to work on her negative and interrogative form. Who can work there's extra value."

Even with such lure, it felt like I had no interest in moving my body and giving an answer on the board. I am not an active student in the class. This condition is inversely proportional to Nindi who is extraordinary diligent and always a subscription to the top three in the class. I myself sometimes wonder, what is Nindi looking for from me? Is he ashamed to have a friend like me?

"I think I want to try, Dev," Nindi said to me.

"Yes, Nindi want to try?"

Maybe Bu Intan has a radar that is so strong to detect the movement of students. The proof, he was so sensitive when Ninda just expressed her wishes. Maybe if I was in Nindi's position, it was not because of panic when I heard Ms. Intan say so. Fortunately Nindi is not someone like me.

"I work like this, Mom." Nindi smiled after finishing her task.

Ms. Intan seemed to correct the answer that Nindi had written. A moment later Bu Intan nodded his head while giving two thumbs up to Nindi.

"Good, Nindi. Please go back to your stool. Additional value for Nindi. Anyone want to be like Nindi?"

Nindi who returned to her seat seemed to give the code to me. I shook my head, not Devi's name if I want to do the task in front of the class.

"Come on!" Nindi shook my arm, forcing me to go forward.

"No way."

"Let's get extra value!"

"Well, Bagas wants to work!"

Nindi looked disappointed when I did not accept her request. He pouted again. I'm not as ambitious as you are, Nin. If I could, I would like to be like you.