Is It My fault to be thrown away?

THE ASSD? #5

Occasionally, students who pass by and see the behavior of the two of them. A bag on the back, a precious necklace created by Mr. Suripto, hands on the forehead and eyes that glance upwards exactly where the flag is.

"Good shit," lamented Dimas.

Dyla glanced at Dimas at a glance then smiled slightly.

"Why should I be ashamed? You're not naked" said Dyla.

"Huh?" Dimas looked at Dyla confusedly.

"Look at the flag" Mr. Suripto's loud voice shocked Dimas.

"He.eh, it turns out that the crazy father is still there," said Dimas and looked back at the flag.

"My mom once said. Man should not be ashamed of doing something. Only when naked should people be ashamed" Dyla said, staring at the flag.

Dimas smiled wryly.

"You're lucky to have a mother like that. But unfortunately your thoughts taught by your mother are different from my thoughts taught by my Papa" said Dimas.

"My father always said that he was ashamed to have a bad boy with a bad grade. He also told me to be ashamed of myself if I was punished for being naughty or having bad grades" Dimas said.

Dyla bit her lip confused as to what to say.

"Don't feel sorry for me" said Dimas who seemed to know what Dyla was thinking.

"My dad just says that sometimes. He's actually very nice. Only when it comes to my values and behavior is he sensitive. Especially because my brother died of free association. Papa is becoming more overprotective" Dimas said.

"Hehe. I'm sorry I thought of the others and I'm sorry" Dyla said.

"It's okay. Everyone will misunderstand my disjointed words" Dimas said.

Dyla smile.

"Dyla, I've told you a little story in my family. Don't you want to share a little of your family's story?" Ask Dimas.

"Want to hear my story?" Ask Dyla.

"Of course" Dimas replied.

"I have nothing to tell you" said Dyla.

"Why? You have a family" said Dimas.

"But my family is just my mother. Do you still want to hear my boring story?" Ask Dyla.

"Yes" replied Dimas.

"In my family there was only me and Mom. He said if it wasn't wrong. Mom and I lived together in a rented house until I was three months old. Then after that we stayed at Mother's employer's house. About my Dad. I don't know where he is. Mom said my dad kicked us out. Because of the problem of adults, said Mother," said Dyla.

Dimas awaits the continuation of Dyla's story. But unfortunately the girl did not seem to have any intention of continuing her story.

"I never overheard your conversation with Celine. About you helping your mom work. What's working on being a waiter?" Ask Dimas.

"Celine asked me this. And now you ask too. All right, I'll answer. Actually I've been considered a waiter not only to help Mom. How do I explain it. Emm... Look, I'm staying at Mom's employer's house. So I work to pay for the house money. In short I became a servant and in return I found a place to stay" replied Dyla.

"Hey, you two are. I know the law is still talking. Really the child does not know the rules," snapped Mr. Suripto who had been there since when it was right behind the two of them.

Dimas glanced at Mr. Suripto at a glance and then looked back at the flag. The man doesn't seem to care much.

"You two went around the field five times. After that you can only enter the class," said Mr. Suripto then turned away from them.

The teacher just stayed away, not left. He continued to observe the behavior of the two teenagers.

"Five rounds only. Easy," muttered Dimas spirit.

But it's different with Dyla. He felt unable. Now his feet are feeling very weak.

Although Dimas. The man's running speed was twice that of Dyla. Until he finished his run.

Dyla stopped shortly after completing three rounds. He took a deep breath.

"Dyla run," asked Mr. Suripto.

Dyla resumed her run. His head feels swirling. It hurts, it hurts so much.

Dimas looked at Dyla whose run already looked strange. The road is not regular.

Dyla stopped again. This time the girl squatted. He even held his head with both hands.

"Dyla are you okay?" Asked Dimas who was walking closer to Dyla.

"Give me five minutes" said Dyla.

Suripto walked up to the two of them. See what's going on.

"What's wrong? Are you sick with Dyla?" Ask Mr. Suripto.

Dyla looked at Mr. Suripto.

"I'm just exhausted sir. Give me five minutes to stop. After that I will continue my sentence" Dyla said.

"Sir, just let Dyla. Let me replace him. One and a half rounds will remain. Let me replace him" said Dimas.

Mr. Suripto saw the state of Dyla at a glance. The fierce-looking man actually had a rather soft heart. Kinda yeah.

"alright. But only this time. Dyla you go sit there. Rest for a while," said Mr. Suripto pointed to the bench.

Dyla stood up and looked at Dimas.

"Thank you, Dimas," said Dyla sincerely while still showing her smile.

"Together," said Dimas also smiling.

Dyla is not the type of girl who is expensive selling. For him if anyone wants to help him when he can't. Yes, he will receive help. But if he feels he can, he will.

Dyla walked up and sat on the bench straightening her legs. Although he was dizzy, he still forced himself to look at Dimas. The man, however, was kind enough to replace his sentence.

After a while Dimas had completed one and a half rounds.

"Alright, you two can enter the class" said Mr. Suripto.

"Well sir" said Dimas and Dyla simultaneously.

Then the man, Dimas walked up to Dyla.

"How are you doing now?" Ask Dimas.

"It's better" Dyla replied.

"Come to class" Dimas said, extending his hand.

Dyla was confused by Dimas' hand. He wants to accept it. But if he accepted it all the inhabitants of this school would definitely further berate him.

"Well," said Dyla, standing alone. He pretended not to see the man's hand.

"Emm yes well," said Dimas clumsy because his hand was rejected.

Dyla walked carefully. After all, he had washed earlier, then ran to school. The law stands for an hour. Then ran around the field.

Come on Dyla's giving up. He could not move his legs anymore. Moreover, his head felt dizzy so he felt he could faint at any time.