I Choose You!
#114 Slow Down
Okay. I've heard what they call a bully. For the second of my life, I have never done or accepted that word. My life is ordinary and boring like a white cloth that has not been sewn.
Beautiful, peaceful, sya la la~
But now, yes, I accept it. Started from my lost book and ended up limping. That's when, okay, I'll be the victim now.
Well, for Sekar, this is life. Life is not challenging without challenges.
For Rasyi, crazy anj...!
You don't know, what? My grandfather was a madman! My dad turned out to be an iceberg. And my crush turned out to be a psychopath. Now you're saying that school is a dumpster full of bullies?! Just be right!
I, as beautiful as this angel, will certainly welcome you. With a mace hammer ready I swing it to your shins!
YOOOOOO!!
BRACKET!
I, in a sports uniform complete with a bag still attached, slapped the teacher's desk hard. The class finally noticed me. At first, they were gossiping about me.
My index finger points to my desk, “Si, a, pa?!”
“Don't know Race.”
“Original, the time I came was already that.”
“I picket earlier. That's what it is. Worse yet.”
Oh, really~? I do believe. Look at my face that doesn't believe what you say.
“Oath, Race. No one knows. We also wondered in others no one knows.”
My breath was umpteenth this morning. Really, how much time does this bully have?
I don't mind them tearing up my tablecloth. Papa's money is more than enough to buy all the tables in this school tablecloth, three layers. What I'm having trouble with is that I can't catch the point of this perpetrator.
I have lived peacefully all this time. Then why has this happened lately? What behavior offended them?
“Hemp!” i... why now nausea yourself?
“Ras, why?” Firna accompany in front of class, “Mual?”
“Pregnant?”
I looked at my boyfriend. Just showed up and he asked such a thing?!
“Canda~”
“But Rasyi is not papa right?” Firna threw out my friend this one despite still looking at me.
When asked, I feel so weak. It feels a little dizzy and nauseous.
Tu, I didn't catch Daffa yesterday, did I? Even though I had less direct contact with Daffa, it did not cover my weakened endurance. So if I have a sick friend, I'll get sick too.
“Izin again? OR,” my friend this one is still not lost.
Firna didn't throw him out now, “Iya gih. UKS yuk.”
“Let us take care of your table. Relax.”
Well. It's good with friends like this too. They understand that I am sick.
Bully. You're safe for now. If I don't get sick, I'm sure you'll run out.
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“Rasyi~” Firna show off her face from the open door frame, “Baikan?”
I nodded slowly. A rhythm with feet moving at the end of the UKS bed.
“If it doesn't taste good anymore, go straight here huh?” the PMR woman who stood by in the UKS smiled at me.
I reply to his smile, “Iya sis. Thanks.”
In the end I was able to be free from the space. Although I always escorted Firna there before getting worse, and called papa here. Still, people don't want up hearts to hurt.
“You really are muntaber? Not like a muntaber,” Firna still watched me with distance even though we walked in the direction of class.
I narrowed my eyes, “Still guess~ Don't need to go all the way so does.”
“You also said that the disease is contagious.”
“Emang muntaber infectious.”
“Eat him I'm far away!”
Classes with UKS are not that far away. It is necessary to pass through one long hallway, but compared to other majors, IPA is the closest building.
Until we get to the place⏤
“Rasyi!”
My eyes caught one female classmate, who was the class treasurer, approaching towards me. He was quickly in front of my eyes even though I was still at the classroom door and had not opened my shoes.
“Bener, you take the class cash?!”
Heh? How, how?
“Lah Dwi, who are you?” Firna asked what was on my mind.
This dwi looks at me, “Class money is not in my bag. Another word, Rasyi who took class money!”
Lah, kok? Why me?
“Rasyi from earlier in UKS,” Firna became my mouth while I was still stiff in confusion.
“Kan can walk here.”
Oh. Alright. I understand how he is now.
Dwi finds her bag has lost cash which is her responsibility. Then Gista accused me of taking it, right? It would be great if Gista actually took it from the beginning.
I took off my shoes and left them there. Let's argue in class.
“Alright, we have to resolve this misunderstanding,” I entered the class that turned out to have been his eyes on me, “First, I am getting sick and to the UKS. Second, I don't know about cash.”
“Everyone can say that too,” Gista... Gistas....
I'll teach you what it's like to be the son of doctor Wirandi, “Everybody can also accuse.”
“Ras,” class president, “Gista accuse you,” he showed you a simple wallet one bag, “How-ever we also find this in your bag.”
U wow.
“Jeez, you guys, you guys really believe?” Firna's getting hot.
“Okay, gini. Who is usulin for unloading people's bags at the beginning?” I'd like to know....
They were silent for a moment. But the view is all in the direction of Gista.
So, they did find it together in my bag. But everything goes as you wish, right, Gista?
“Ngapain Gista take cash class?!”
“Iya. You just accuse me!”
The gang's friends started to make noise. Let's give it back again.
“Create what do I take? Same dong,” I shook my head.
The confused class president started scratching his head, “You guys why suspect each other anyway?”
Dwi spoke again, “Where is it? The problem is that half the money is gone. Lost!”
Classes are noisier. Those who are not all capable of it certainly cannot allow themselves to have to pay for what people take. The amount of cash we collect is not small. And with a heavy heart it is agreed.
Judging from anywhere, they did not care who was wrong. They just want some form of responsibility.
Even so, if I admit, it's not a matter of where my face will be placed. But the problem lies in this Gista who will continue his rotten plans.
I cannot be weak.
“What I'm sure I'm not the one taking. Arrogant or what, I really don't need cash. If you want to play an alibi, ask the same Oki in the UKS. He keeps me company,” I think that's enough.
Gista folds her hands, “What if Firna?”
“What?!”
Gee. They see almost losing, and this is what they do?
“You have a problem with the money, right?” I walked closer to my bag. Picking up my wallet which fortunately a lot of money cast, “How much is missing?”
I handed over a few pieces of money according to the loss mentioned. The class leader accepted it in confusion.
“The problem is finished?” I looked at the class. And everyone shut up, “Now, can we finish this?”
The class that was leading to me, instantly became soft. As if looking for a face, or indeed uncomfortable with the solution. But for sure it describes, class is only class. They just take care of them.
Feels exhausting.
“Why are you changing? CCTV love is also in order,” Firna disagrees.
“Bent a minute.”
I really want to reveal it. But I think, I doubt. I don't know what Gista prepared. Makes me uncomfortable, alert.
Rather, I want to know the origin of this bully in my own way. After that, I took care of the responsibility.
Make sure well, I'll give them hell!
