HATE VEILED WOMEN

01/Introduction

Hoem's... Hoem

The sleepiness hit all the students in class XI in the last lesson.

The breeze came suddenly from the direction of the windows and doors that were deliberately opened wide, until the real appearance of leaves proudly dancing though still hitchhiking on the shabby trunk without art.

 

Silence is two words that are suitable to describe the state of this room. Without the noise of the naughty students in that class.

 

It seemed that the disciples were gently hypnotized by the wind that was blowing as it groped the skin of their bodies, making these people helpless to resist the increasingly severe drowsiness.

 

But it was different from the girl sitting upright and polite in front of the teacher's desk.

It seemed like the spirit of the girl would never disappear obstructed by time.

 

He seemed preoccupied with his history tome and his colourful bolpoints, he kept taking notes, hearing the history teacher tell a long story in his soft little voice, who occasionally choked on his own saliva, this atmosphere is very supportive for napping.

 

His voice was like a slow sound of music but it slowly began to sweep away our consciousness.

 

But he seemed to not care about the situation of his students, the old teacher continued, telling the story of the origin of Hindu-buddhist religion in Indonesia, which made me more sleepy.

I have prepared a large book that I put on a flat wooden pedestal, for me to make a bed.

 *****

Ohh yeah introduce

my name is Zyaed, my name is,

temenku said

I'm a stubborn, unruly type of person and I want to chat,

and he said I was scared

by almost all beings in the school who have the status as students, the,

 

but not a few women who like me even not infrequently of them bluntly express love to me

which sometimes makes me uncomfortable, and often think, do they all have self-esteem?

 But no matter what possessed me, I did not believe in love at all, the problem was that I had not felt real love.

 

But don't think I'm a faggot, I've always liked women, but it always ends with delay, always my best friend first.

But one thing is certain that everyone understands, I hate people who veil. I'm so anti-gagging with people who veil, I think he's pretentious, pretentious, pretentious angel, pretentious.

And worse in this school there are students who veiled yes even though one.

He moved for about 10 months, but he's as bad as I am.

I hate it, I'm uncomfortable, I'm disgusted by her clothes, even though she still wears her usual uniform with items, she's still very uncomfortable.

I admit that every day I must disturb him so he wants to change schools but the results are nil, he still dare to step foot

my school.

Yesterday I had sworn I had meatballs veiled, but it was not hot sauce, I think if you want to digerjain people.

But somehow I felt like I was always spying on his movements, until he was allowed to go to the toilet during class hours, I quietly followed him from behind, because indeed he never had any permission at all when the lesson was held.

I sometimes think I really hate or love?

 

And right now I was staring at that veiled girl who was a good distance away from my bench, precisely at the back of the right and he was on the front bench precisely in front of the teacher on the left.

 

 

Every now and then he glances at me, maybe he feels uneasy because of my gaze, my mind, but I ignore I don't care and keep looking at him.

Until finally that gaze turned into a glare, it felt like my eyes were no longer strong enough to withstand this life's delay.

And it ended with the darkness floating around, until the old teacher's voice became faintly faint I heard, until I finally became unconscious.

I felt like I was in another world and that's where I started to dream.

 

Tttett.... Tettt's.... Tetttts

The bell for school has rung. Don't know why today I haven't even bothered that girl.

 

It feels like no longer in the mood, but strangely I should be staring at him often. Which I think at this time I feel calm when I look at him.

Right now I want to take my bike among the buih biuh motor that

lined up, very neat, so there is not the slightest gap left to take out the bike.

I saw him having trouble taking the bike I intended to help him, but I pared.

I feel like something's wrong and I have to change this feeling. I finally decided to approach him,

I ignored all the thoughts of prestige, the important thing now is that I want to help her.

"Surge... "(my words are a little rough with the unconscious girl) but why am I so stubborn?

Oh, my God, what is this taste.

 

After hearing my voice I saw him start to step aside from his bike.

And I intend to help him. I started moving the bike, though,

I occasionally lyricized him but he just looked down and was quiet. Once the motor is free from the encirclement of other motors,

then I decided to leave.

 

"Thank you" he said.

 

Before I put my foot away from him. I can hear

a soft voice that instead of making me calm but instead made my heart run a marathon.

 

And accidentally I saw myself in the mirror of the motor in front of me, my face reddened and my ears were red too.

Finally I decided to leave him immediately, so that he did not see my situation now, God is ashamed, my inner self.

 

On the way home, his voice was still ringing in my ears and mind.

 

Her soft voice never disappeared in the wind of the road I passed.

My mind was on him, I had never seen his face,

I can only see her pretty eyes. A thick brow that sharpens his eyesight, his lentic eyelashes

and his round eyeballs add to the beauty that is in his eyes.

I'm sure she must have an amazing face, capable of giving her the calmness and gentleness of her face.

 

" Ahhrggh.maybe I imagined it, agrh.