Handsome Overy
Meatballs
Four hours and thirty-four minutes have passed since I set foot in this school.
The silent class heard the teacher's explanation, in part. Most noticed but his mind floated there were also sleeping students, I was among those who noticed but the mind floated at this hour the stomach had been demo for food where the focus was learning.
Staying for about twenty minutes, I hope in this crisis there is a miracle from God. I can't stand eating anymore.
"We have a quiz yes, who can answer can rest first."
My eyes opened wide at the words of the teacher, can you rest first? This is what I've been waiting for. Hadeh, why didn't you try it, sir? my stomach won't be a big demo.
My eyes are fresh to answer questions. Once the first question came out of my father's mouth straight away, anyway should. Moreover, this is a history lesson, I know quite a bit about history.
Not only am I enthusiastic about waiting for questions looks like the average student in this class is waiting for questions, except those who have been drifting in the dreamland.
"First question. What year did Prince Diponegoro die?"
The first question was asked and I could not catch it.
SHUCKS! I DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER! my mind screamed, shit I don't remember at all. I'm a two-headed man, why don't you remember? There's no way my mature brain is losing to a high school kid.
Oh yeah I forgot, I'm long over and never read history books again, I'm too busy working. Well, it's so bad I'm this, but that's the name of a National hero I don't even know when he died.
The students in this class were busy going back and forth and looking for answers and I had no books, I shared books with my friend next door and now he's busy looking for answers.
"Hohoho, for free you guys search in the book, that tenth grade lesson there's no answer in your book, I want to trickle your knowledge of National heroes."
All the mouths of students were wide open, fix means not only me who did not know the answer. xixixi
"Hohoho, you're testing our memory apparently." One of the students in front said.
"the star of the class knows the answer."
"He could have come out first."
"Dilute tits are delicious."
Exclaim students in class, boisterous when the class champion knows the answer.
Gawat, the smart kid in the class intervened. Danger, after this must be a difficult question.
"This question is too easy for me" he said in a proud tone, for some reason I felt annoyed, saying that Lo irritated the pecking down of a blunt-brained person.
"the answer is definitely-"
"yes you're a new kid, what's the answer?" The teacher pointed at me who was raising my hand.the entire student looked at me.
dumb-witted dumb-witted why I even raise my hand, I know the answer.where all eyes squirm me again, if the answer is wrong how? sekampung malu.
"eee..." I really don't know the answer, everyone is waiting for my answer.
"how much answer?" ask the teacher again.
"1830." Absolutely came out of my mouth just like that. The expression on the class champion's face is hard to guess.
The front teacher confirmed his glasses, he was silent. I'm afraid the answer is wrong, which is the year of the answer.
"right 1830, you can go out first."
YEEEEEE! my heart cheered with joy, it felt so good that the cake got an international award.
"The new kid is smart too."
"Well, there's a rival to the champion of the class."
"it's smart again."
I'm grateful not wrong answer, if I can not keep borrow them, try if the answer shame sekampung.
Wait if I leave the classroom to the cafeteria, but damn I don't know the direction to the cafeteria, where are the school hallways in deserted there are some people passing by but we are different directions is impossible dong I screamed to stopin he kept asking the canteen where? I am a shy new student.
kelilig Around looking for a canteen, did not meet either. Fortunately there is a student of my kind who wants to show me the direction to the cafeteria happens to be he also wants to go to the canteen.
"are you a new student?" ask the short puffed-up student next to me with a timid tone.
"yes, I just got in today" I replied showing me there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Oh yes, my name is Rafik from class IPA 2 B. You?" Rafik introduced himself without hesitation.
"Just call Govan, from class IPS 2 C." I don't want to lose introducing myself, a false identity to be proud of!
We stepped in silence no one wanted to start a conversation either me or Rafik, I'm ashamed to talk a lot anyway I'm a typical shy person, if he I don't know, maybe equally embarrassed.
Upon arrival at the cafeteria I immediately ordered food but not with rafik, he only bought water and snacks in large quantities. I can guess that groceries are not for him but for others in the sense that Rafik becomes someone's babu.
"No, I'm eating in class. Sorry I'm in a hurry." Rafik said while away carrying a bag of snacks.
I nodded, filing me right she's a babu person. If you notice Rafik is similar to me back in High School.
I choose to sit in the corner seat, there is no point thinking about people's lives anyway I can not help anything too. I realized I was weak not good at fighting, although my body changed soul and this mind still remains the same, so as much as possible I should avoid fights and hostility in school.
"This is the order." the auntie put my message on the table not forgetting she smiled and I returned a smile as well.
"delight, your smile deck, sweet time," said the canteen, patting me on the shoulder, "You're the new kid?"
"Yes," I answered briefly taking the spoon not far out of reach. My saliva wants to drip smelling this faith-inducing meatball scent. I taste a little bit of the sauce while living the pleasure of meatballs.
"Oh yes yes yes. Where did you move from?"
"From Hong Kong," I replied in a mocking tone.
"Great, good at Chinese dong."
KAMPRET, almost aja kuah nyembur. In chinese? Where can I speak chinese, stray chinese yes.
"Try one sentence," the canteen aunt enthusiastically asked.
Die, ask for a test. If it is found out I lied I could-can my face degeplak using Napan that he brought, DEAD!
I stirred the meatballs thinking of how to refuse aunty's request canteen.
"Look! Three-bowl meatballs! Yang quickly y-" shouted the student instantly silenced as the canteen aunt turned her body glaring at him. My hair is goosebumps for a moment.
"Let's say one sentence aunt wants to hear."
He asked again.
In order not to be suspected I made up Chinese, a phrase I often used to play as a child.
"shincau le dongfeng splashed into slokaho," I said as fast as lightning with the Chinese accent.
One canteen bengong.
It's over already.
plok plok plok
They all applaud. I'm getting confused why they're applauding?
"What a great new kid, you can speak Chinese."
"I don't think so. Handsome talented again."
"i thought it was temperature."
the students praised me.
"Rarely Lo nak this school anyone can speak Chinese, good Lo you can, later can be recommended to the principal," the aunt of the canteen left me.
NANI?!
Kriiiijgg...
the break bell rang, the once deserted canteen was mobbed by many students. I hurried over to eat, the passing students alternately looked at me.
The new student is always a spectacle, what else is as handsome and charming.
"GRAB!" yelled the dried fish across my stool. He was not clearly the same big-bodied student I believed had seen the student.
Eh? That's not Rafik? I watched closely as I bribed the meatballs into my mouth.
The thick-bodied student flipped his body.
UHUK, I sprained meatballs in shock to see students who I thought were rafik turned out to be other people with cleft lips.
Everyone saw me being sprained, they held me captive. Edan, instead of being helped, was laughed at.
FUUUH, the meatballs in my mouth gushed out, hitting the dried fish student's face across my desk. Tuing'
One canteen was silent. I don't care about this silence, I catch my breath.
All the eyes of the students sitting at the table opposite me stared at the rolling meatballs falling onto the table then they looked at me sharply.
Oh my God I know the end of this
