Is It My fault to be thrown away?

THE ASSD? #6

"Excuse me ma'am" Dyla said, followed by Dimas.

The teacher who was watching looked directly at the two of them and let him in.

Not how long was the sound of bells sign of the hour of rest.

"Training tasks today mom wait until the second break. If you cross the time limit, consider your grades empty" said the teacher.

"Good ma'am," replied the children.

"Okay, our lesson closes here. Good morning" said the teacher and left the class.

Celine walked straight to Dyla's desk. He told me what happened.

"Dyl, were you a law-enactor?" Ask Celine.

"Yes" Dyla replied with a smile.

"Cock can be the same as Dimas? He's also a lawman? Who is the law? And why?" Ask Celine with her photo.

"We both have the same legal attitude as Mr. Suripto because entering school is not from the gate" Dyla replied.

"But how can it be like him anyway?" Ask Celine.

Dyla shrugged both of her shoulders.

"Oh yeah Dyl, help me answer the biology on the board. That's an exercise I told Mother Lydia," Celine said.

Dyla nodded with eyes staring at the blackboard.

"Wait a minute, I'll do it first" Dyla said.

Celine nodded.

"If not, you move your seat here. Let me teach you all," Dyla bargained.

"Ok," Celine replied and moved her seat near Dyla's desk.

On the other side.

"Dim, I'm out for a second huh. Sorry you can't go to the cafeteria" Wily said.

"Yoi, no papa" said Dimas.

And inadvertently the man heard Dyla's words to teach Celine.

"Dyla taught me too" said Dimas.

Dyla looked towards Dimas. Then the girl smiled.

"Can" said Dyla, nodding.

"God, strengthen the heart of your servant" murmured Dimas.

Wily looked at Dimas with a strange look. Dimas' words sounded irritating in his ears.

"Your play" said Wily, then left the classroom.

"Idih nih this is a strange person yes," said Dimas confused.

Dimas doesn't care about Wily. He eagerly brought his biology book to be taught by Dyla.

When Wily returned to class. He saw the three of them were very focused on learning. Dyla who rambled to explain looked very cute. He looks glowing. And Wily likes that.

"This is for all three of you. Add to the spirit of learning," Wily's message after putting three drinks on the table.

"Thank you" said Dyla somewhat blushed.

"Thank you" said Celine and immediately drank a drink brought by Wily.

"So ngerepotin. But thank you, bro," now it's Dimas' turn to say thank you.

"Yes" Wily replied and went outside again.

The rest is only fifteen minutes. And they just finished answering three out of ten questions. That's because Dyla is very focused on teaching not answering questions. Dimas and Celine asked a lot.

"Let me finish the training. The answer can be copied. But if you don't know how to ask me" said Dyla.

Celine and Dimas nodded.

Wily reentered the class because the break was over. He still looked at the three people together. Get ready to disperse.

This dimas why? I look at Dyla very closely, though,

Wily said in her heart.

Wily sat in her chair. Then a while later Dimas came with a happy smile attached to his lips.

"Lo why the hell Wil. Not happy to see I'm happy, are you? Iri said don't insult me," said Dimas.

"Gue ain't got no envy about you," elak Wily.

"It's good that you're not jealous. Because you're my best friend so I want to say something to you" said Dimas.

"What's emang?" Ask Wily.

"Gue wants to catch Dyla. I like him, " whispered Dimas in Wily's ear.

Wily's eyes puffed upon hearing Dimas's words.

"Seriously?" Ask Wily.

Dimas nodded with confidence.

"Lo do me a favor" said Dimas.

Wily was silent. Should he help Dimas? But if he helps Dimas, he'll be tired. Ah stupid.

***

Go home from school

"Dyl, there's a duet singing competition next week. Let's go yuk," Celine asked.

"But I can't Celine. I'm busy" said Dyla.

"Eh come on Dyla. This one time, nyo. If we win there is a prize. The prize money. It can be for your mother later," Celine said trying to persuade Dyla.

"See this there's a brochure. It was in love with Miss Lydia" Celine said, handing over a brochure she had kept in her shirt pocket.

Dyla received the brochure and looked around. There are various competitions. There are singing competitions, poems, fairy tales, fashion shows, and others.

"Why should I sing? There are poetry and fairy tales. You can go to that race. And I'm sure you'll win. Why do I have to sing with you?" Ask Dyla.

"The plan is to run three races. Poetry, fairy tales, and singing. But because fashion shows are mandatory for all. So I'm going with four. Mayan if he wins. Add pocket money," said Celine as she raised her eyebrows.

Dyla smile.

"I can't sing Celine. If I were you would lose" said Dyla.

"Sir papa. Let's try it first. Winning or losing must be in the race. So if we loseer, I think no problem" said Celine.

Dyla thinks. The prize money is also very big. If he wins. It could ease his mother's burden.

"Well, I'll do my best for this race" Dyla said.

"Yes" said Celine happily, and the girl hugged Dyla.

"Oh yes, said Ms. Lydia who determined the fashion show couple was homeroom. I think tomorrow we'll tell his partner. May both of us yes" said Celine.

Then Dyla nodded.

He also participated in this race only because of the prize. No, not for the sake of gifts but for the sake of lightening his mother's burden.

"If so I go home first, yes" said Dyla.

Celine nodded.

"Bye," said Celine.

"Bye," Dyla replied.

Dyla walked over the sidewalk by walking a little fast. He accidentally hit a grandmother.

"Sorry grandma" said Dyla.

Dyla looked at the grandmother.

"Dyla," call a voice from behind Dyla. It was Celine's voice.

Dyla didn't turn around. He looked at the grandmother. His face was as black as charcoal. It was the first time Dyla had seen a person with such a black face. Not even in Africa will anyone have this black skin.

A hand touched Dyla's right shoulder gently.

***

Hay guys, that last incident was real huh guys. That was my own experience. Just another story.

At that time I wanted to go home in the bell with my Papa. Well just want to turn into the alley of the house. I saw her grandmothers slouching her face black as charcoal.

So I want to be with you guys. Do you think grandmothers are human or what?