I WASN'T...

Introductions

I shake my head to see Rena running around my little nyamperin sitting on the front porch of the class. The boy's smile was like a boy who had just picked up ten thousand dollars on the street. "How much?" shoot me without further ado. There is no need to talk to this child if you have known him since he was still in orok.

Rena ruffled her waist in her overbearing style as soon as it arrived in front of me. "Twenty-six," he answered proudly. His long, wavy hair he threw behind his back.

"And you refuse?"

"Yes, dong!" Rena replied fiercely. "He didn't make me kayak in those dramas! Where maybe I'm dating someone who doesn't give me a special sensation."

I shrugged my shoulders. The requirements to be Rena's boyfriend are so. I should be able to get him to grieve. Until now, no one has been able to. In another sense, Rena never dated. "That's our chemistry teacher's son, you know!"

"Well.. There is no chemistry between us." Rena is sitting next to me. "Have you eaten?"

I lifted my empty box as the answer. "Lo hasn't had lunch yet? Want me to go to the cafeteria?"

"Yuk! I'll buy you some ice cendol!" Rena took my hand, no patience. We walked hand in hand to the school cafeteria, although the rest of the day was ten minutes away.

"Ren, if you don't hear me wrong, Ketos nyariin lo, you know!" I remember one of the rumors I heard at lunch.

"What was wrong with me?"

"Wrong, because of the nolakin guys at our school?" seduce me. Rena manyun kayak fish. "Yes, he wants to shoot you too."

Rena shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, you're with Andi, how is it?"

I remember the face of Andi. Andi was my girlfriend two months ago. He was a good person, before he met Rena. Yesterday was the last time we met. Andi claimed to like Rena and can not continue dating me. "We broke up."

"Huh!? Seriously? Andi is fun, you know!" Rena gawked, not understanding what really happened.

I, anyway, for now not so dizzy problem of the opposite sex. Three times I've dated, the end is always the same. They are smitten by Rena, the bourgeois boy who has no shortcomings. Physical, okay. Face, okay wear it. Money problems, his parents are wealthy businessmen whose wealth will not run out of seven derivatives. There will be no men who are not interested in Rena.

"Gue wait there, huh?" I pointed to one of the long empty benches. "Gih, order food! The bell's coming in."

Rena ngacir make a food message, while I take a seat while watching around. The canteen is a bit quiet. Some of the kids went back to class to take the next lesson.

I just started my high school life a week ago after MOS. Pelita Private High School is my target school because they won the math Olympics and I want to be one of the candidates later.

Rena turned out to make me make school here. The reason is simple, he wants to take care of me as usual. No one can stop him in taking care of me. Well, we've been together since childhood. Of course Rena already knows what to do if I collapse again.

My eyes were suddenly fixed on the horde of male students who were still hanging in the canteen. One of them sat down on the table and told a story with passion. His other friend responded no less. But one of them was even engrossed in enjoying the soto in front of him. He seemed not too interested in his friend's story, but still appreciated the way he sat there while eating.

"See what?" Rena was sitting next to me. He followed my direction. "Ooh, they often hang out in the cafeteria until the last minute. Later you also get used to seeing those who are so excited."

"When will your food come? Five minutes bell, you know!"

Rena looked towards the stand. A second later, the booth owner's son brought Rena's order. "Please, Neng!" she said while throwing the sweetest smile for Rena.

"Okay too, tuh!"

"Not to tempt me, you!" Rena started devouring her order fried rice. Right after the last mouthful went into Rena's mouth, the entrance bell rang. We hurried back to the classroom before the next lesson teacher came.

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The traffic was pretty crowded. Well, it's also called school-time. A lot of kids are running around this hour. "Ren, you're not having ballet lessons?" ask me, remember that today is Wednesday.

"Four hours, really!" Rena glanced at her watch. "There's still an hour."

"Peace of the driver you wait, tuh!" my chin was poking towards the white-washed man waiting for him. "Sir! Here, Sir!" I call her driver Rena.

"You want you to drink ice cendol too?" ask Rena. "This is how, this is why my house people become pros alike lo."

"Gue is kind. That's why they're with me."

"Yes, Non? What's up?" ask Mr. Anton.

Coinciding with that, our ice cendol came. I handed my part to Mr. Anton who accepted it awkwardly. "Here sit, sir! Drink it first."

"Wow, Non! Seriously this?"

"Elaaaa.. Pake a pleasantry anyway! Bye, sit down!" I clap the plastic chair next to me. Mr. Anton according to him, then started enjoying his ice cendol. "Bang, pesen one more, yes!" I cried at the ice cendol seller.

"Tomorrow, there's a show?" asked Rena on her drink. "Gue wants a new mattress for Kimberly. Poor it's rotten."

"Don't you just three months ago you bought him a mattress?"

"Replace the atmosphere!"

Well, the son of the sultan is free! "Okay, I'll be anther tomorrow after school."

On that scorching afternoon, we finished the ice cendol with happy hearts. Well done, treated Rena. Mr. Anton was happy to get a thirst-busting windfall. About thirty minutes later, Rena finally left for her ballet lessons.

I dyed nyari angkot heading towards my house. Fortunately there are still some angkot that stand by in front of the school. When entering, in the angkot it was just me and the mothers who brought a lot of groceries. The driver must be waiting for the angkot full contents first, then the road. I filled that free time by daydreaming looking out the window.

"Gee.. It wasn't the kids hanging out in the cafeteria, was it?" I talked to myself, seeing a bunch of boys from my school about to cross the street. It turns out they also climbed to the same angkot that I rode.

Even inside, they are still stirring this story-that. I feel uncomfortable because I myself girls there - mothers did not count, yes! Just wanted to go down, the angkot driver even menggijek gas.

I speak a thousand languages. Trying not to attract their attention. Don't let me, deh, I'm in court. Especially if they know I'm close to Rena. Will bother me.

"Eh, you're our schoolboy, huh?"

Holy hooch! What, anyway, made one of them my notice?

"Tumben look at this angkot."

I glanced at the tie he was wearing. Line two. They're upperclassmen. "Yes, Brother. I finished teaching while drinking ice cendol. So he came home late. Usually take the first kloter's angkot."

"Gue Satya!" he stretched out his hand, about to shake hands. This one guy is even more interested in my acquaintance than nimbrung with the group. Oho! He was busy eating!

"Debi," I welcomed his hand.

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