Dusk World
09 Last mos with misunderstanding
Already many students arrive at the school passing by and walk around here and there, the atmosphere of the school that is never foreign to the mind of someone can immediately imagine what the atmosphere at my school is like today, the atmosphere of my school, I walked alone down the corridor to my class.
"hallo yes" said a student who rebuked me who appeared from behind and held my shoulder, she walked with two other students, I smiled at her, her name was sandra & two more friends her name was mia & ann.
"hai san" I said back his greeting, during the four days of school at SMANSA I finally got a friend as well.
"where's assyifa, ko alone?" said Anin, I put my shoulder up, it's a really big tumben asyifa this hour not until I thought.
I walked along with my three new friends to class, cool also turned out to have a friend like this I thought, my days at school were better than at the old school.
"yes.." said a screaming voice from behind me, me and my three friends simultaneously turned to the sound.
It turned out that the voice was nothing but an asyifa voice, I began to smile welcoming the presence of my best friend, he entered the gap between me and mia precisely now he was next to me while holding my hand, I noticed his somewhat exhausted face from running after us.
"tumben really late afternoon fa?" said anin
"it was annoying earlier, the car tire suddenly leaked, so I had to ride the angkot" said assyifa.
"emmmmmm,.pantesan" said sandra.
Upon arrival in the bench class was filled with students who were still waiting for the bell to ring while chatting, I immediately sat next to the asyifa, while the three friends were each in front of our seats.
The five of us were also busy chatting like other students, in the old school I never had any friends other than asyifa anywhere we were always together, ever, never thought the truth could actually have another theme like this.
"ndut, you are looking for rasta in front" said a student who came to sit across my stool, me and asyifa and my three friends exchanged glances, one another, yes besides I have three friends cwe I also have one cwo temen whose name is rasta that I know when I came home from school on the first day of Mos.
"my name is not fat, huh."I said to remind the male student sitting across my bench named Wildan.
"what ever, which is clear I have until you are sought after the same rasta, just wait in front of him" he said again, I still think not moving from my stool.
"why is he looking for me?"I said to make sure to wildan, wildan turned towards me smiling cynically.
"manaku know, sana gih" said wildan, I finally left my stool to meet rasta.
Rasta happens to be my upperclassman, he is currently sitting in the second grade of ips precisely in XI class IPS1, he is famous as a student who has great connections, his father is the largest shareholder of SMK pelitakasih, although his father was the largest shareholder in a private school, he chose to go to school in this country.
I saw the rasta sitting on the edges of the cement plant fencing in front of my class, I immediately approached it, rasta smiled at me and stood looking at my arrival, I saw the indiscretion of ensuring the views of gossiping spies.
"nih.." said Rasta thrust a black plastic bag at me, I raised my eyebrows, I let the bag remain in the hands of the rasta.
"that's what?" I said make sure
"it's a snack kali sya, take dong" he said smiling.
"make me" I said again, Rasta just nodded and smiled back, I just kept my mouth fixed, not understanding why Rasta brought him a snack.
His name is Rasta dwi maher second son of father Yusuf, his face is very handsome he is the most popular student in the second grade, but compared to the faces of my two brothers is still nothing.
"why is that for me" I said again still curious.
"fear you're hungry, so I bought this for you" he said
"i've had rasta breakfast" I said briefly
"ah..it's basically for you,..dah" said rasta memebrikan canteen containing a light snack on my hand and passed away.
I walked back into the classroom towards my stool, asyifa & our three friends looked at me curious also for sure why the rasta called me.
I then sat next to the asyifa again, I put a black canteen containing various snacks on my desk.
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"what the hell is that?"assyifa
"wildly alone, I'm again lazy comments" I said, I immediately feel rich strange, only this time there is a cwo that attention is the same I.
"it's potato chips you buy a lot of shah" said Sandra, who made the asyifa and my three friends look at me at the same time, making me scratch my head that did not feel itchy.
"i open yes yes" said Anin, I just nodded, "this is really you who bought it" he said again
"that's from the rasta" I said, sontak asyifa & our three friends looked at me again, "why the, weird yeah, I also feel that way" I said while thinking, rich dream it feels, it feels, but I no longer dream of this inward me.
"seriously sya from rasta?" assyifa said to make sure, I just nodded back.
"rasta our upperclassman is ips' son, sir Yusuf's son?" anin said, again I just nodded.
"emang rasta which again is nin, the person whose name is rasta at our school is just one, rasta dwi maher" said mia
Early in the morning rasta nyamperin I kekelah gini will definitely be a trending topic at school, soon again surely the news will spread, the news will spread, I'm the same rasta is like the beauty and the beast movie but I'm the beast.
If you think I'm the same rasta knows how, knows only four days but people think it must be excessive, this gossip is the gossip, temen deket aja let alone dating.
"rasta ko can ngasi you ginian yes sya?" sandra
"hahahahahah" said wildan who replied from my bangkrang, making me and asyifa and our three friends look at him.
"who nguping, you guys say loud automatic times I was horrified, btw thanks ya divided potato chips mayan for nyemil,.hihihi" said wildan while grimacing.
The four of us just look at each other, but it's impossible that wildan is actually, the rasta is pretty handsome, he can dapetin cwe which is what he likes more beautiful in this school & it's impossible to be interested in my inner self.
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The doorbell sign has been heard, we sit on each bench facing forward, the snack that was on my desk was put on my desk, I put it on my desk, upperclassmen are already in our class to give instructions, mos activities will end today, yes today is the last day of our mos new students.
"aliesya mikaila ananddin" said a schoolgirl with shoulder-length hair wearing glasses that I believe are not min glasses, "whose name is aliesya mikaila ananddin, please raise your hand" he said, I immediately raised my hand
"ayo come with me" he said again, I just fell silent while thinking, what is it like I have to go with that brother who is my inner self, "let's go" he said again, he said, it made me spontaneously stand up and follow the brother out of class.
I was still following the schoolgirl who told me to follow her, I was still walking her double while continuing to look at my upperclassman from behind, until she finally stopped and looked at me, I saw her name was miranda safira.
"are you again the same rasta?"tanyanya who returned to walk in line with me, apparently she waited to walk along with me
"engga ka" I said briefly, indeed I did not do that with rasta.
"honest answer" he said again as he stopped walking back.
"seriously ka" I said back, I heard him breathing rough from his nose, why the hell my mind, like curious.
"but don't you recommend rasta?" he asked again, now it was me who was shocked, right, just a few minutes rasta nyamperin there was a rumor that I thought no more.
"swear of the feet" I said, "why did he ask rasta kak?" I said I asked instead who made Miranda immediately stop and look at me.
"do you know why I called you?"he said, I saw his face start seius, instantly I just shook my head.
"as you know rasta is cwonya wulan & now wulan again angry because you are close to her" every word is full of emphasis.
"but I'm not as soon as you think brother, I know so well rasta" I said again, which made my brother miranda release his glasses.
"later you will obviously be the same as wulan, yok" he said, while walking back "i really believe in you if you do not have a relationship with rasta, he said, but the wulan the person can not be that easy to believe in the same person, he is a person of great jealousy, I know very much the same wulan, we have 6th century, so I suggest that you do not need any more rounds of rasta because wulan can do what are the same people who are obstacles" said Miranda, wow, I began to take it seriously, it's really rich in my inner disinetron tablets.
I was a bit stubborn anyway, about what will be done the whistles yes later I thought.
I was still following Brother Miranda into the osis room, I saw that there were already about three students waiting for us in this room, we stopped right in front of these three students, I saw, I noticed that these three girls were still standing, if noticed the three were very beautiful - as beautiful as Miranda's sister, but there was one more beautiful than the three who stood on the left side, he was whispering with Miranda.
"ehemmmmmmm" I heard the voice of deheman one of the girls, who had just been whispering with brother miranda, "so you're the one whose name is aliesya?" said the student who whispered with brother miranda earlier, I saw his name aryanti wulandari, oh it turns out this is his name wulan thought me.
"are you related to Rasta?" ask her again, not one question I answered she had asked again.
"sorry my sister has nothing to do with rasta" I explained.
"do you know who I am?"he said make sure, I just nodded.
"get away from rasta" he said
"eeemmmmmm" I was surprised, why I was told to stay away from my inner rasta, even I was as close as they thought, knowing four days was not as familiar as they imagined they murmured in my heart,
"sorry brother maybe brother misunderstood, I'm the same rasta not as soon as big brother shadow ko, anyways rasta may be the same I brother, this brother is beautiful everything from me, everything from me, I don't even have anything from my sister" I said at length.
"it is good that you are self-conscious, fat,." he said again, isssss....these words you really-hurt very, I know I am fat but do not necessarily need to be confirmed, either, I can just duck my head this time not want to get too far into trouble.
"have known ugly, do not be pretentious deket-deket rasta, if I see you deket-deket rasta,.had you" he said threatening, he said,
Eittttttt, really this same rich scene disinetron-sinetron threatened the same upperclassmen who cwonya again likes the same class, adek class, but this is a big mistake because if the disinetron-sinetron adek class is beautiful from her upperclassmen it's me otherwise. Actually this is a very strange jealousy even I should not be a rival.
"there you can go" said Brother Wulan.
"ayo" said brother Miranda asked me, "i brought him first yes, not good same sausage in his class that I picked up the problem" said kak miranda to his friends.
We finally came out of the sausage room to my class again, I saw Miranda again wearing her glasses while cleaning the dust in her eyes, from the four twe in the room earlier I prefer my brother miranda the truth, very calm yes he even though he knows what the nature of his friend's bar-bars, not even a little he said rude.
"you were horrified what the wulan said" he said opening his voice, "I hope you don't beat the rasta again" he said
"but I never deketin rasta kak, he himself who nyamperin me" I said, again these words made him stop immediately. "if rasta deketin you, try to avoid you" he said.
"you're lucky Wulan didn't play rough with you earlier" he said again and returned to walking.
I just keep quiet, so far I understand, I also do not want to be involved any further, than this misunderstanding will continue better I stay away from my inner rasta.
When we got to the front of my class, my brother and I entered the class together, I sat back in bankruptcy while my brother Miranda was talking to the brother of the members of the osis who were in front.
"why yes?" asyifa asked me.
"i'll tell you about the fa" I said,
I always share my problems with Asyifa because she is my only best friend where I share my grievances. Actually if in hindsight I did not expect that I would get a problem like this, what this could be considered like a term run over yes, where it might be hit even I who came to surrender myself, what could be considered a term hit, but I was rather relieved that this misunderstanding would never continue again and from now on I will stay away from rasta.
this is wulan & rasta
