Dreams of Devi

PEBRONIS

Apparently my guess is wrong. After Ms. Intan left, the class was crowded again. I wonder why Shiham has not yet returned to his class. I suspect there may be other plans.

"It's a punishment for what, anyway?" I approached Alwi who was one of the directors of this strange drama.

"He came late, ate in class, was caught sleeping well there was socialization, too" explained a man beside Alwi. I stared intently at Shiham, he smiled and scratched his nape.

"That's way, damn it!" I say to Shiham.

"Sorry, Dev. I am tired of the same event like that, make sleepy," said Syiham explained the reason. Actually I agree with the middle-class sister, but the activities she did could not also be justified.

"Tuh, listen, Ham. Shame on Devi, isn't it?"

"Tomorrow don't repeat, Ham! I don't want it to happen again tomorrow" I said, which turned out to make cheers from friends more crowded.

"Cie, what a concern," continued Risa.

" It's not like that, I'm worried about being victimized as well. Not because of pity on him." Shiham I mean.

"Tomorrow I won't repeat, anyway. Promise." Shiham stretched out his pinky in front of me. He thought I'd return it until my finger hooked on him? It won't!

"Yes yes. Go back to your class there!" Fold your hands in front of your chest. I'm going to be a little bit of a song this time.

"Yes, already. Back to class, Dev. Ma'am, everyone's sorry for interrupting." Shiham cupped his hands together as a sign of apology. Well, great, just go!

The bell rang, the break time had arrived and almost all the students went to leave the class. I chose to stay in my chair, still upset by the incident, feeling the most wronged human being. Not to mention some friends who crossed my stool always teased me and called me with a new nickname.

"Hi, pebronis." Oliv pinched my cheek and said that strange word.

"What celebrity?" I rubbed his newly targeted cheek.

"Sweet brondong lover." Oliv deliberately emphasized his sentence, the whole class laughed again.

"Oh, so the philosophy is like this. Pantesan was given brownies," said Dila hoarding and embracing Oliv.

"Dicated brownies? Who?"

"Devi, dear little sister of the class." It was like wiping Dila off the earth. Two pieces of brownies was not able to make him keep a secret between me and Shiham this morning.

"Seriously? OMG, I thought it was a joke at first. It turns out that between Devi and the kid there was indeed a love affair?" Oliv shut his mouth, speechless.

"Eh, I'm the same she's nothing, you know, yeah! He was my underclassman in Elementary. We are very familiar!" my soldiers defend themselves.

"Oh, huh? Who, the hell, was that guy's name, Dil?" Oliv is really kepo. Even some students who were curious because Oliv and Dila were surrounding me joined in.

"Ham Ham is his name. What is Inspiration, huh?" Dila looked up trying to remember.

"No, anyway? I was told my sister was in seventh grade. He said he was the most obdurate of the class." Heny who just joined why should also say so. I never made a calculation with him, why did this time go along with him? It just makes me more emotional.

"Ih, what are you guys, anyway? Seriously I'm just as if he's nothing."

"Where are the brownies?" Oliv's trying to peek at my desk drawer.

"Nothing! Uda, you guys go there!"

"Udah, yuk, Devi can be angry with us for a long time." Oliv laughed and took his friends out of class. Good then.

The class was quiet because it was just me and a few others. The hunger that had come suddenly disappeared and changed with annoyance. Ah, all this because there is Shiham.

I only frowned when Alwi and Nindi came. Both of them smiled as if they were hurting me. It is certain that Alwi told me about the ridiculous punishment of Shiham earlier.

"Don't laugh, don't like me!" my protest is against those who are sitting on chairs.

"Good anger, heart, feelings. Why, Bestie?" Alwi pinched my cheek intentionally, I was a little disgusted. Though I often consider it romantic when he did that to Nindi.

"It turns out to be the same Syham now. It's good my best friend is not single anymore," said Nindi subtly but still make me feel annoyed.

"Nin, don't trust them."

"Don't believe how? The guy he got this nitip to me." Nindi took out a large cup containing iced tea whose surface seemed to condense. Looks very tempting, doesn't it?

"Who?" I pretend I don't understand.

"This nitip syiham, he said to you."

"Don't be weird, you guys must have originally bought it but the pretenders say that this is a gift of Shiham," I said in disbelief.

"Eh, seriously, really. You were given him brownies, right? He said sorry, he said he forgot to give food but not drinks. If Devi chokes, what? Is it not the shiham who panics?" Nindi and Alwi laughed. Yes, I drank the iced tea that Nindi brought.

"Fresh, right? It was bought full of love. He was determined to concoct his own iced tea. Like the rich kid, huh? She was giving the mother canteen a lot of money to be able to make this iced tea," said Alwi at length.

"You follow Shiham? How, can you tell?"

"Yes, it just happened to be in the cafeteria together."

"Oh, that's it."

"Where's the brownie? I want to, dong. It must be delicious, huh? Like the tea, surely the brownies are also made with love." This time it was Nindi who upset me.

"Now, only two pieces are eaten by Dila."

"You, dong!" Alwi ambushed and then ate one piece.

"Have you eaten, Dev? Seriously this is delicious, Mama rarely makes brownies." Alwi is still busy chewing the cake with the color and taste of the chocolate.

"Not yet, I'll."

"Tomorrow no crazy ideas like that, dong! I'm ashamed to know!" my protest while taking a piece. It could run out in Nindi and Alwi if I don't eat it right away.

"So it was just kidding, Dev. He I mentioned about you. Because he's a wayward, I told you to make your samperin. He's brave, dong."

"Aren't you angry with the teacher?" That was my question from earlier.

"Half an hour before the break we relax. So it's safe!" Nindi pointed her thumb.

"Surely seventh grade children also frenzied," said I who only guessed.

"Very excited. There's a teacher's reprimand, but it doesn't matter."

"Basic crazy OSIS kid!"

"Not crazy, that's creative."

I grumbled as the two laughed. They think this is something funny? Nay! If only they weren't my best friends, I might have ruffled them. Ah, annoying.