Hiya!! Foot

Episode 19's

When repeated, you and I sit together, popping up regretfully but ending in love. But that is a series of events that are engraved beautifully in my life. Knowing the various kinds of feelings that I dive into one by one that feeling. That's my love flow that goes smoothly when I repeat one room with him.

Back in my Junior High in 8th grade, I was proud of my roar to my friends, I told him that this sharpener had the hands of the Foot. I guarded the sharpener, to the extent that I carried two sharpeners in my pencil case. My friend followed me happily, but it's okay, the most important thing is that I can still stick with his handprints in my sharpener. If I could, I'd museum that sharpener. The sharpener costing five hundred silver, was dark green in color if the sharpener was blown then it was no longer sharp. Its value instantly rose when the handprints of someone it liked stuck to the sharpener.

I brought two sharpeners because I warned if anyone borrowed my sharpener, I would give another one. Anyway, the sharpener of the foot's hand is only I can wear it.

My seat on Sunday moved in the front row, at the very front, so that I could clearly see the structure of my teacher's face. When there was a teacher who did not enter the classroom because of the inability to attend, I moved to near Zena who was sitting in the second row from behind. I only brought one pencil and one notebook to work on the questions assigned by the teacher, because of the Arabic lessons so I had to bring my sharpener so I could use it immediately when the pencil was dull, I was wrong to carry the sharpener of his handstring Feet. While I was focusing on the task, my pencil broke. I returned again to voice my pleasure or happiness when I touched the stamp of his hand the Feet in the roar. Zena just listened to my babble while doing the task, she was very no problem with it, because the atmosphere in the classroom was also crowded. What kind of classroom atmosphere without a teacher is.

As I let out endless words in flattering my roar, my impromptu friend Ahmad, he suddenly came up to me, I was confused at that moment, I was confused, it turns out he wants to minkjam sharpener and immediately snatch my favorite sharpener. I was in shock, my favorite item was taken by someone else. He went out of class and held a pencil in the trash. I reminded Ahmad from the beginning to be careful about using the sharpener and I explained in detail why the sharpener was very valuable to me because there were footprints that I could not get.

Ahmad walked into the classroom and wanted to put a sharpener into my pencil that I put on my front row bench. Ahmad's face changed 360°, at that instant he was not very funny, because joking with the sharpener.

"Pril, I stepped on the sharpener, yailah sharpener former doi aja use flattered all." said Ahmad.

"No, no! It's delicious, it's hard to get it!" I said with nyolot.

"Emang Ahmad thought! wlee. This project yes, after all, only get his hands just to the extent. The lebay. The former hand is also lost which is even the former hand of Ahmad, Hahaha."

"Biarin, who's sharpener, if minjam tau dong! At least the foot marks are more imprinted in the heart, will not disappear."

"Okay, ya's inject".

The roar was knocked down, then actually stepped to pieces did not materialize. The fragment is very subtle, it is a real person. I was devastated because in front of my eyes there was someone who even I just knew easily snatched away my pleasure. I immediately stood up and approached my already fragmented roar. At least why did he do that? It's so bad to be a person.

I immediately picked up the details of the sharpener that the obscure person had stepped on. I picked up one-on-one shards.

"Beyond Pril, get swept first. Here's shards. It's ruined don't take it again. It's useless." Ahmad took the shards from my hand.

"Don't cry! Just a sharpener in the background, you crybaby!"

Totally worse than Ezri, last night I had a nightmare until I met someone like him. So mean. He doesn't know what it's like to fall in love when a loved one can leave a trace on the things I have like that sharpener. That's a very valuable thing.

I was really angry, I kept quiet, didn't say a word and still stared at the fine shards of the roar.

"Review, beware, don't wait here, want to be swept first. Messy unsightly." that's what Ahmad said.

The fragments of the sharpener were swept clean, none of which was left behind. I returned to the bench staring blankly. I was thinking about how I could get a trace of that Foot's hand. I slowly thought about the tightness and anger that still enveloped me.

My mind gave me a message I had forgotten, but it was important to me. I just remembered that I had two sharpeners with traces of his handprints. One trace I brought to school to encourage me to study and another I kept tight in my closet. Not even a single person knows other than me where the sharpener is.

My once sad face turned cheerful. Cloudy clouds instantly disappeared replaced by clouds that were very cheerful, birds flew happily among the clouds that were cheerful. When my feelings rose, I went straight to Ahmad, and told him that I still had one more trace of his hand, so it was useless for him to remove the trace. Hahahaha, it was very satisfied when I saw that face.

The rest of the day I used to tease Ahmad all day. Feel my vengeance. I could be fooled by his footwork. The feet I don't like. It was like winning from him. It was great to be able to repay his actions. ONE EMPTY! cocky me.

"Look, I'll also destroy the other sharpener later, see!"

"Just try if you can, please step on the sharpener again."

"Okeeeey, wait for the play date."

I know how it was just the candlestick words, where maybe he entered my house like a thief just to take a sharpener. He certainly did not dare to do that. Because I know, Ahmad is not that kind of person even though he is cruel.

Ahmad and I continued to bacot, a quiet person if there is a person who lights a fire on his axis he will explode more powerful than people who are free to express their emotions. Just waiting for the right time when all his anger was exploding. Even his outburst could make others who were condescending in amazement. But sometimes before it actually explodes, he will think about the positive and negative before he detonates his bomb. Never play with fire with a quiet person. Embrace and be nice with him, if he makes it comfortable he can also be fun. Like I am. You can be comfortable and make friends with your classmates. I am very anti when I talk to anyone other than my friends. This time I had a really solid class. Although there is a rese Ahmad.