I'm the Abuser

Tall, black, big

"You want to eat a bagged Deck?" ask Tama while aligning steps with Clara. Leni and Clara looked at each other for a moment.

"Hehehe ah enggak Mas, again straighten the feet," replied Clara origin. He took Leni and quickened his pace. Tama was left behind.

"So who?" ask Leni with Clara.

"Menekete.... What is clear is not a depcollector, because I have no debt and no money," replied Clara origin. Nyekik leni.

They're headed for the canteen. It turns out they were behind them.

"How much Ma? Add iced tea" Clara told the canteen guard.

"Fifteen thousand Ma'am" replied the canteen keeper.

"Let me pay," Tama said while spending the money.

"Eh, no Mas, no, no" said Clara.

"Father, you Deck, I pay you," said Tama, looking at Leni behind Clara. Leni is becoming my kik.

"Yes, if the Masnya maksa not papa," said Clara while grinning. Leni nekik's.

"Actually the Masnya has not really maksa you know Ra, you are a pretentious temple forced," said Leni. Tama just smiled. They then chatted while looking for a seat.

"Here Tam, wes crazy he already got two girls," said Angga, who replied the other day to the same pantun Clara. The three men immediately reached Angga's place. They joke while eating.

Clara gave Tama her mobile number. The two men are getting closer. Each break was always spent in the bag. Until Leni no longer wants to rest with Clara. Lazy is a mosquito repellent, he said.

***

Today the fashion children can turn to study in mushola. The study was held where the course was routinely and rotated. Only regular students are actually required to participate. Self-help students like Clara are not actually required. It can be a lot of privilege because it pays. Do not have to join the morning apple, do not have to wear black and white clothes, do not have to participate in this activity and much more. But Clara still wears another rich black and white shirt. He looks good when he wears his own clothes. Somewhat... It's uncomfortable.

The girls had already dropped out of their class on the second floor. Towards a small mosque that never deserted its visitors. When taking ablution, Angga nyeletuk while nangkring near the ablution place:

"Mbak Clara is dating Tama?"

"...." missed out on Clara. That girl is still good at wudhu.

"Mister Clara doesn't want to be the same as Tama?" ask Angga again.

"..." not answered again. Clara has not yet selsai wudhu.

"God, teach ndalang reekkk. By dewe (walah, learn ndalang rec. Talk to yourself)," said Angga. His friend who was in the group laughed.

"Ealah Mas, as far as I know that ablution is not allowed while chatting," replied Clara who had finished ablution.

"Yep, that's for real. You're a bad person" said Tama who appeared out of nowhere. Clara and Tama looked at each other. Clara smiled awkwardly. His heart trembled as well looking at Tama.

After Duhur prayer, the fashion girls pulled over at the end of the mosque. Prepare to receive tausiah from Ustad who have been invited. Clara folded her face and prepared to leave.

"Not going to college?" ask Leni.

"Your son, you" said Leni enviously.

"Eat him pay, let him be special," said Clara arrogantly.

"Martabak times as special," said Mbak Diah. Clara shirked only and passed away leaving her friend.

In the courtyard of the mosque Clara saw the shoes of her dressmaking friends lined up. His ugly eyes instantly flashed. Clara saw a motorcycle in the yard. Directly he centelin all the shoes of his friends on the motorcycle. Some are on the handlebar, number plate, exhaust, and others. Anyway the bike is full of fashion style children's shoes. Clara smiled with satisfaction after seeing him.

"God... You turned out to be ignorant Dek," said Tama who again appeared impromptu.

"Jeez Mas Tama.... Why is it like a depcollector," Clara replied as she stroked her chest.

"Kok rich depcollector?" tanya Tama while pouting.

"Yes, it's coming, it's making a deg degan," replied Clara. Smiling to hear it.

"Go home to Mas Tama" said Clara.

"Be careful on the road" Tama replied with a smile.

***

The next day Clara came after the morning apple.

"Sir," call someone behind Clara. The one called is still cuwek ajah.

"Wooooiiii Mbak the Red Bag!!! Don't pretend you don't cry!!" the man's screams sounded almost the entire field. Clara was silent on the spot. He turned around and saw a large black tall figure. Unfortunately, it is still ground and not covered with feathers. The big black high guide waved his hand towards Clara. The girl crossed the field.

"Call me Sir?" asked plain stupid Clara.

"You! Come late, don't catch up!! Sana stood respectfully on the flagpole!!" said the guide earlier while dragging Clara towards the flagpole. Right in front of the class. Classes are Tama and Angga.

"Eh, sir but....." Clara tried to stand up, but her petite posture kept her dragged the tall, large, black guide near the flagpole.

"Sir, I'm talking first!!" clara said the protest after being right in front of the flagpole. The pull action was already a concern for children's cars.

"What?? What do you want a reason for? Free school is still too late in the state. I was told to have an apple for five minutes!!" the guidance counselor's nag.

"Unfortunately I went to school here with my mother, sir. I am self-financing, I am still nyimpen receipt of payment nihh," said Clara while hacking her bag obok.then handed me the receipt of payment for the fashion course. The guide looked at Clara's receipt carefully.

"Swadana wearing black and white clothes. Yes I can not be different in situ self-funding or regular. Don't have your clothes until you join in wearing black and white clothes?" supervisor.

"Sir, I am beautiful, imud, funny, wearing clothes like others just stole the attention of many people. What else if I wear my own free clothes. Can I make children here salfok all," replied Clara did not want to lose.

"That's your style. Beautiful, imud, funny, but short. Not tired of squatting?" said the guide while sneering. Smile smile wails Clara. Clara's height is only limited to her upper stomach. Clara had to look up so she could see the guide. And the rich guide talked to the little boy.

"Eh, I'm the standard size of the ideal woman yes, Mr. that stands for. Not tired to stand up," replied Clara. Makes the director laugh. His stomach was so swollen that it shook. Also the children of the car who turned out to listen to the debate of two creatures shortness and length.

Clara was ashamed of herself. Especially when Tama saw it. He also ran out across the field while he heard a grin.