Is It My fault to be thrown away?

THE ASSD? #4

Next day.

Dyla wakes up at four like any other waiter. He was busy doing his job as a waiter. Like washing clothes, for example.

"Mom, Dyla's done drying clothes huh. Now Dyla wants to get ready for school first yes," Dyla told Ghea.

"Yes, son" said Ghea.

It's five o'clock past thirty minutes. While Dyla entered school at seven and she also went to school on foot.

Dyla went back to the room. He prepared without wasting time. And Dyla deliberately used long socks to cover up the injuries she got yesterday.

Dyla went straight out of the room and headed out of the area of the house.

"Dyla, why are you going to school at this hour?" Ask the security guard when he sees Dyla.

"What time is it, sir?" Ask Dyla.

"It's six o'clock past thirty minutes" replied the security guard.

"There's a lot of laundry, sir. Yes, that's how Dyla left, sir" said Dyla.

The security guard nodded.

Dyla ran straight away. He's afraid of being late.

Dyla ran across the street.

Tinnnn...

There was a deafening horn sound due to Dyla blocking the car road.

"I'm sorry" said Dyla and continued her run.

Dyla stopped for a second. He's very tired. His chest went up and down as a result of him running so fast.

"Let's get a little more Dyla, spirit!" muttered Dyla cheered herself up.

Dyla ran back and she finally got to see her school.

What made him panic was. The school gate was closed.

It felt like the spirit that was burning inside Dyla was gone.

What time is it now? Why is the gate closed?

Ask Dyla in my heart.

Dyla walks to the security guard post. There's no one there. But Dyla could see the clock showing the number 06.55.

"There's five minutes left but why are the gates closed?" Ask Dyla lirih.

Dyla looked towards the school that looked already deserted.

"I have to how?" Ask Dyla in my heart.

"Either, the gate is closed"

A voice came from behind Dyla.

Dyla turned around to look at the person behind her.

"Dimas," murmured Dyla.

"Eh. oh, Dyla. You're outside too" said Dimas.

"Yes," Dyla replied with a distinctive smile.

"It's still only a few minutes away" Dyla said.

"Yes, the security guard is so. Like nosy," said Dimas.

"Oh yes, the outside is just the two of us, yes" Dyla said when she saw there were only the two of them.

Dimas smiled mysteriously.

"Come with me. I'll tell you a secret" Dimas said.

Dyla nodded then walked after Dimas. They walked to the back of the school. I don't think it's any use there either.

"What are we doing here?" Ask Dyla.

"This is Dyla. When the gate is closed, all the disciples will pass through here to go inside. It's like a secret passage for those of us who are often late" Dimas replied in a proud tone.

"Look, you go up there, then up the wall. After that jump, ease it?" Ask Dimas.

"It doesn't seem like it" Dyla replied as she stared in horror at the high wall.

How could he have jumped off that high wall. Maybe his leg will break.

"Just calm. I'll help you" said Dimas.

Dyla nodded.

Then Dimas rose to the top of a fairly high cement pot. After that the man climbed up the wall. Dimas waited for Dyla on the wall. When Dyla had already climbed up the pot. Dimas reached out his hand to help Dyla climb up the wall.

Dyla smiled as she made it over the wall.

"I'll jump first. Later you follow me jump yes. You take it easy I'm downstairs to take care of you. I'll catch you later. You trust me, too" Dimas said.

Dyla nodded.

And in an instant the man had already arrived below.

"Dyla jump" said Dimas as he arrived below and prepared to catch Dyla.

"Promise me you'll catch me" said Dyla.

Dimas nodded.

Then Dyla took a deep breath. And he jumped up by closing his eyes.

Sretti.

Slowly but surely Dyla reopened her eyes when she felt her feet touch the ground.

"I survived" said Dyla happily.

"Thank you, yes" Dyla told Dimas, who is now facing him.

"Just like..."

"Oh so all this time you guys are always cheating. You who are late instead of self-conscious even through this road to enter the school," said a teacher who suddenly came.

He is Mr. Suripto, a BK teacher.

"Father now," ordered Suripto sir firmly.

Dimas and Dyla stared at each other and followed.

Mr. Suripto took them to the middle of the field.

"You wait here" said Mr. Suripto and went to the long chair in front of a class.

Dyla nodded. Dimas just stared in annoyance. He is often late. Tepikan it happened also because the school immediately closed the gate when not the time.

"Look at what I'm going to report to my papa" Dimas said, but he could hear Dyla beside him.

Dyla looked at Dimas then smiled wryly. Papa! If only he had Papa maybe he would think the same as Dimas. Or if he was a rich kid maybe he could report this.

However, he was born as a child of his mother who worked as a servant. But that's okay, even though Dyla's servant is still grateful that she loves him.

Then a few moments later Mr. Suripto came carrying two pieces of square-shaped cardboard tied with a raffia rope resembling a necklace.

"You two respect the flag until the break. Wear this too" said Mr. Suripto, handing him two pieces of cardboard in his hand.

"Should sir?" Tanya Dimas who looks not like to wear cardboard gift Suripto sir.

Dyla picked up the cardboard and put it on. He didn't care at all and didn't want to protest. Let him receive punishment.

"Yes must," replied Mr. Suripto firmly.

"What time could be less sir? Rest is still a long time, sir. In two hours, I don't think we're tired of standing here for two hours" Dimas protested.

"If you are still protesting, you add the punishment until twelve," said Mr. Suripto and then immediately left.

"Until twelve he said. Hu... It's called torture" muttered Dimas.

"Just do it" Dyla said with a smile.

"Dimas quickly respect the flag," snapped Mr. Suripto who turned out to be still behind Dimas.

"Yes sir" said Dimas, rolling his eyes.

Dimas then wear a necklace made by Mr. Suripto and respect the flag.