END OF LIFE THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS ALWAYS IN THE BULLY
END OF LIFE THE LITTLE GIRL WHO IS ALWAYS IN THE BULLY
Part 3 (IN A LITTLE FRIEND'S BULLY)
"Then what else, son? " the mama's voice made me startled, quickly I hid the knife behind my back.
" It's okay "my answer was nervous. " Show Dina, what are you hiding from mama ? "
The sound of my youngest brother's cry grew louder, before it managed to persuade me to show what I was hiding, mamah immediately left with a slight dash towards my sister's cry.
It was my chance to immediately return the kitchen knife that I had held since, the knife I kept in any place quickly because I was afraid to know.
Because mama repeatedly told me not to touch the knife back.
" Mom can I borrow your uniform ? " Tell the teacher at school. " What did mom do? " I asked back. " To be worn by Andini to appear to recite poetry, your clothes are whiter and cleaner than Andini's clothes "without a second thought I immediately take off my clothes, for a moment I only wore the shirt in because Andini had not finished taking off his shirt.
Actually, I don't like to wear other people's clothes, especially Andini clothes look yellow and black hitaman, but it's okay, somehow I feel very happy if someone else asks for my help, I feel like I'm a useful person.
Reading the poem that brought Andini in order to part the headmaster is finished, Andini got off the stage made only from the ranks of the sixth grade children's table, and was in the classroom.
Without having a teacher as an intermediary for the exchange of clothes me and Andini, Andini and I already know What we have to do, yes we wear our clothes each.
Andini looked very happy because she had brought a poem to the headmaster.
" Dina can you bring a poem like me? Where can you, can you just cry, uuweee " arrived Andini asked and said like that to me.
" Tuh kaaaan would cry again, you little whiny boy !"
" No, I'm not crying" I spoke with glassy eyes. " Why did you tell me where to read poetry like you ? I can too if the teacher tells me to "
" Mother teacher likes to see I read poetry, not poetry "
I'm trying to stem the tears that I've been trying to break from my pelupuk. Why does everyone seem to believe in me if I can be like them, why am I never given the chance to show what I can?
Andini passed from before me, I staggered and almost fell down as Andini nudged my body violently.
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I have entered Junior High School, while Isah she first graduated Elementary School and did not continue to school in Junior High School.
Either his wishes or his parents' wishes.
" Who was the first President of Indonesia? " The teacher asked all the students in the class "President Sukarno bu "my answer precedes anyone to answer.
" Yes right Dina "welcome the teacher.
Since entering First High School I tried to show who and how I really am, yes I can also be like them even more.
" shhhh look at that" whispered Lia to some friends who were gathering. Their eyes were trailing towards me .
My friend's friends are very fashionable, with tight white clothes and skirts that are above the knees, they look very elegant, in the cool white shoes.
They always walk in groups, with hair models that pecis singer Ninik Karlina with a characteristic bangs that cover the eel.
" That's asphalt mah "
" What? The asphalt? Since when did you become a street mongrel? You're cooperating with your father on the road there who is repairing the road ? " It just so happens that in my village there is a road repair, and so the spectacle of the villagers.
" Not mah.it was at school Lia and her friends put asphalt in the middle of school mah, keep sticking deh in Dina's shirt "
The next day Lia was like waiting for me at school, she and my old friend in front of the classroom door.
"Dina your clothes are very dirty, it's been rumbling and see your skirt is really tacky know, what skirt is down afraid of worms, up afraid of boozek, hahahahaha "
Lia and her friend laughed mockingly.
My skirt is limited to calves, it looks crisp.
And my shirt is so loose it's probably twice as big as Lia's and a friend's.
My shoes are also black with any brand I don't know, I still remember mamah buying my school clothes and shoes with money that is very fitting.
The break bell rang, all the students scattered out of the class, their purpose is the canteen, there can get any food they want, there is a baso, chicken noodles, porridge, fried and other snacks.
I keep staying in class, mamah has given me provisions, yes every day mamah make food for me, sometimes fried noodles without any side dishes, yes, only noodles are soy sauce and maybe salt and mecin. Sometimes rice with eggplok in bajui soy sauce, mamah said more full and not wasteful.
I ate up all my stews with no leftovers, I always felt good about whatever food you gave me.
The entrance bell reads, all friends enter one by one, before the teacher comes as usual they are still joking jokes, even still chatting as if the discussion outside has not been finished.
" My money is gone ! " Shouted Lia, all eyes looked towards Lia.
" A real one ? " Tanya Praise my colleague Lia.
" Yes, I didn't lie "Lia assured Praise
" Who went to class first after the break?" Ask a compliment
" Dina !" Lia answered very quickly
" It must be you who took my money, right Dina?" That's money to pay SPP I know, you've taken my money, you poor man, you thief !"
" Not me, since the break I just sit on my bench, and I don't walk the road let alone to your seat "
" Lied ! " cried Lia very loudly.
Without asking anyone for advice, Lia quickly picked up my bag and spilled all of its contents onto the floor.
" This what ???" Lia asked with satisfied eyes
I'm surprised how Lia's money got in my bag?
An entire army of friends cheering me on "huuuuuuu basic thief !
