If I Could Dream
CHAPTER 3 - Hostility in Class
The first day of school was not as many as Karin had imagined. The more steps he took into the classroom, there were roughly fifteen seats counted there.
Perhaps because it was adapting to the COVID-19 pandemic that required everyone to keep their distance, each class was forced to divide half their members. Fifteen here, fifteen next door. Is this so hard to dong?
One thing Karin noticed again was the presence of numbers on every corner of the table. Five. four. three, two, and one. Karin's eyes stopped at table number one. The table next to the window occupied by a straight long-haired girl with a pink headset framed her head. He seems to be focusing on reading books.
No wonder he is the champion of one in a row, “Agnes.”
The Agnes still had not turned her head from the reading book. Well, who heard that his ears were covered by speakers of individualism?
Karin tried to get close. It's twice the girl's desk.
“Agnes!”
Agnesius Septiani. Next to his eyebrows raised. What is it about this Korean short girl disturbing her calm?
“Sitting is as per absent number huh?”
“According to you?” He was told in the WA group. “Ya–”
“Performance times give yearya.”
That's not Karin's word. The vow. It was the sound of a beautiful girl with wavy brown hair like it was painted out that had just passed them.
Her name is Cynthia Jacqueline. It's hard to read like his head. To be clear, just call him Quin.
Behind the expensive mask the girl was wearing, her liptint-polished lips sighed.
Why the hell should I sit behind this arrogant geek?!
With a hand gesture asking, he took the sanitizer from the hands of Yolanda, one of his close friends from the next class, then sprayed as much of the liquid as possible onto the tables and chairs.
This place must be holy, there should be no dirt attached, let alone upil under the table. Nah!
After making sure every corner of his throne was clean, then he sat down gracefully. Drawn a wooden table so as not to be attached to the chair of the arrogant Agnes.
“Hopefully this one semester my mental is safe.” The girl said, praying or insinuating. “Kan darling have tired skincare-an even wrinkles gegara eat liver.”
“May's a real wrinkle," murmured Agnes, not caring that Quin quietly refrained from scratching his face.
Agnes just realized that Karin has slid to where the girl should be sitting.
None of my business. Karin managed to escape from the battlefield. To be honest, he did not want to be dragged into trouble considering that Quin and Agnes had been enemies since the 10th grade.
Outside of school or inside. At the time of presentation, repetition, PR, to sports. Quin and Agnes seemed to not know the word 'peace'.
One day Miss Jinny united them in an English group. Agnes who is known to be calm finally exploded by the behavior of Quin who (heard-heard) happened as good as jidat.
"They like to fight for achievement, but at the end of the fight parents are both rich and poor castes."
Sandra whispered while secretly snacking on the basreng she had hidden in the drawer.
At that time, the Chemistry group was working. Because it was finished, the group of Karin, Sandra, Chandra, and Vale also waited for the lesson hour to end by sharing gossip. Agnes and Quin were the hottest topics of the time.
"Can't you?" ask Karin curiously.
"When Quin told the story, he often compared his father to the same boy who was given a scholarship to the same school. Well, that kid is Agnes." Obviously Chandra's small. "And Agnes told Quin's father that she wanted to be a doctor, but that dream was like being buried because she wasn't from the rich."
"Medical schools are expensive."
"Eat him!" Chandra flicked a finger. "Although Agnes had to bury her dream to become a doctor, she still boasts her mother by becoming a parallel champion. He is also active in essay competitions, scientific papers, speeches, many! While Quin' will hang out more often with socialite children in Panjalu. Automatically he often eats pretty in expensive cafes, staycation is, but instead of being able to benefit from fellow socialites, the value even plummeted and became promiscuity. Tell me, what can I be proud of? Where his father is looked upon again. If his son is not looked up to, be ashamed of his father."
Karin is not happy with Quin. No wonder the girl is looking for validation in the outside world, simply because she feels disrespected by her own family.
"Plot twist their siblings."
"You think soap operas!"
The bells came in and rang. Quickly Karin stepped onto her stool which was located at the right end of the class. His legs swelled as he watched El head to the same spot until they passed each other.
Pimply. Karin put her bag on the table with a stiff face. Unknowingly, he bit his finger. Wawing-wetting!
He sat next to the ex.
Soon his heart will be broken. Karin forgets that one of her classmates has switched schools, making her name and Gabriel sequential now.
Gosh, how about facing the twelfth class with that guy sitting next to her when they're this ugly? Hello how are you?
Karin's going crazy.
The girl's mind also switched when the sound of the class door squealing sounded. The students stood up, preparing to welcome Mr. Budiono who will start the first day of school.
For a few seconds, only silence ruled the room.
“Chairman of his class in the next room,” Karin murmured just remember.
Now everyone looked at each other, asking who would lead the greetings for Mr. Budiono. The teacher's radiant face long ago changed into a sigh of annoyance.
“Not welcomed me this?” Unblunt. Typical of Mr. Budi. “Chandra, you're the class leader now.”
“Good, sir!” Chandra pounded loudly. Hopefully it looks like the Indonesian defense minister. “SAY! GIVE SAAAA-LAM!"
“Good morning, paaakk!”
“Don't be your handsome ass, Chandra. No one has a crush on you here.”
“SAY!"
If Mr. Budiono has spoken, anyone only nods affirming his bad words. Fight off? Get ready to provoke more words 'no virtues' other.
Pak Budi also asked all 12 MIPA-2 (1) students to sit while he went to the teacher bench. The man leaned in, sighing at the sight one by one of his disciple's children with a glare.
Although when joking his tongue seblak Bandung maximum level, everyone knows that his heart is nothing more than a lope-shaped yupi candy. Soft and sweet.
“No pandemic has been almost two years.. Why are you in class 12?”
Sounds really painful. Chandra shuddered as the words came out from the teacher who is famous for roasting anyone at Panjalu High School.
“So the generation of COVID deh, follow your upperclassmen last year HAHAHAHA."
One class laughed with his words–antara bemoaned fate or was forced, or followed up because of confusion was actually discussing what?
“So want to learn or leha-leha first?”
“JAMKOS, SIR!” Chandra was most excited about this morning's activities.
Mr. Budiono even clucked unhappily. “You're supporting me eating a blind paycheck huh, Chandra?”
“Loh? That's pretty good, sir. We are happy, fixed father payjian.”
“I'm sorry I gave you 89 on rap yesterday.”
“Praise God given the value of 89 even though planga-plongo same physics.”
“Not finished thinking me.” The head drums of Pak Budi faced his student's son this one. “We learned?”
“DON'T PAAAAKK!”
Indeed, if it is a matter of 'learning', what can Pak Budiono do if one class suddenly became the most compact soldier in Indonesia, rejecting it on the grounds, "will still be the first day of paaak school!"
