Introverts
#02
So an introvert is not far from the word quiet, not infrequently my friends do not care about attending or not me around him. Miris is but what else?.
Today is a shitty day, it's too late to wake up, plus the drama of my brother Madya who is none other than Azzam.
He could have brought my bike and sneaked into the room to take the keys to the bike even though it was not mine, it was father's.
As a result, I'm stuck here. On the roadside with his face and mouth unceasingly cursing my nosy brother naudzubillah and his shit he's my brother.
I just let out a rough sigh, because it's been 15 minutes since the angkot never came, should I call super man to come here take me flying, should I call super man, or video call iron man let one school frenzy that I'm his future wife.
Ok Deir that absurd and useless thought that you think in your mediocre brain.
I wrote a shabby watch attached to my arm, I clucked when it showed at 06:45 which means that in 15 minutes the gate will be closed.
"Oh my goodness, question which one" I upset by stomping my feet.
I've been like a hot worm Thank goodness in medicine, this is in peacocks. The really annoying angkot branch has not yet arrived.
Until 06:58 angkot came, I breathed a sigh of relief but did not stop to grieve, because the distance from home to school takes 15 minutes even if I use a motorbike in the awkward mode like an amateur racer.
I just sighed again and again resigned when the angkot arrived in front of the school whose gates had been closed tightly by the security guard, it's true that the angkot that I was riding ngaret is not helped, it's been at 7:20 and with sweetness I just arrived.
Ck. Ck. Ck I'm clucking to curse myself, already the school is given a scholarship using a late event.
"Surveyard" I shouted to the school security guard who was out of nowhere.
"Sir! Bukain dong sir" Shouted me again while the eyes are constantly looking for the existence of Pak Satpam.
"Loh Ra! How are you outside? " And the security guard arrived with a confused face to see my misfortune.
"I'm sorry sir! " I replied casually because we were familiar.
"Bukain dong Pak Hans" I went on to plead with the security guard named Hans to open a gate that was 10 times the size of my body. Or maybe 50 times.
"Wait for the teacher, Ya Ra! You are afraid he is angry" said Mr. Hans with an unpleasant face.
I just nodded and waited for Teacher BK to come pick me up to receive punishment.
Tit...
Tit..
Tit...
The sound of the car horn surprised me from behind, I turned around and saw a fancy car sitting in front of me.
The driver looked at his face and swung his two fingers to get me out of the way. With a songong, rancid and annoying smile that makes me want to throw my boots instantly into his face.
"Soge aside" His word.
I also resignedly let the luxury car pass by, and he easily entered the school area without waiting for the teacher BK, kismin people can what?.
"Hufts... Holang is rich and different" I muttered seeing the car sweetly parked inside.
After waiting for some time, now I am stranded here, in the field with the students who are late, whether to be grateful or in rutuki? My heart warms when the idol punishes.
"Ekhem" Deheman broke my sweet daydream.
As soon as I blinked when he did, the prince was in front of me.
"You gotit? " His question made me furrow my eyebrows.
Okay, I seem to be so swept up in the imagination that I don't listen to the talk.
"Okay the others can do it right away" said his boss at the others and came back to see me.
I just looked down and smiled clumsyly, not forgetting while grimacing my stupidity.
"Lo why do you have bad luck? " His question was gentle to me, or indeed I was the only one who felt she asked softly.
"Sorry brother! I woke up late" answered the nod.
"Hmmm, what a habit" he ruffled my hair.
Instantly I glared and was surprised by her treatment. Feels like in the movies.
"OK punishment for you, back to class" The follow-up made me look up and stare at her confusedly.
"Haha, don't stare like that Khira. You're worse off knowing" God.
"But brother? Ak-ak__"
"It's okay you're first late" cut it and re-shuffle my hair and then go with her cool style.
"Sir Gara" cried out to me as he walked a few steps.
"Thank You" I continued to smile at her and in reply to a smile no less sweet than her.
Yes, that man was Gara, an Agara Pranata Mahesa. The head of OSIS the prince of dreams who knows when sameness.
I also walked to my class, class X IPS 2 okay, okay, I know I'm stupid in the sense that I'm not too smart, but take it easy I'm not stupid very yes even though IPS class. Don't underestimate my ability that can disappear from the crowd and not be known by one schoolgirl.
Well it's not a compliment but a humiliation, but it's okay to calm me down.
And I told you no, being an introvert was always quiet, and now I activate my quiet mode when I go to class.
And of course my classmates who care about me, have been quiet, poor brain mediocre again, waw mirisnya my fate.
But that's not an obstacle for me to study, is it? And now back to reality. That I'm not alone, there are still people who I think are not sane who want to be friends with me.
I was sitting in the backseat, alone, in the sense of no friends, but that was it. Now I have a friend yes although his style is badboy style but it's okay if he is good to me, there's no harm is not it?.
And he is Ammar Yuan Parviz, call it Ammar. The kind of Indonesian-chinese-indian blaster guy is typical of people who are welcome, I have no idea why he wants to be friends with me? Though he is quite handsome and certainly from the rich, while I. Eating chicken once a week just happy it's not playing. Well this is him who in fact people are willing to be friends with me who is less are this.
But no matter, making friends doesn't measure how much your friend is. I also put my ass in the chair which is certainly similar to Ammar. He seemed to lay his face asleep, even though Mother Teacher had spoken at length discussing the material taught.
I just shook my head to see it, and immediately speeded down the blackboard that was full of material discussion.
