Is It Wrong Not All Right?
Amukan Win's
A woman walks into class X11 IPA-2. An aura of independence radiated on the figure of the woman. Embers of fire lit up in his chest, channeling a spirit that burned the atmosphere. The woman who was familiarly called Ms. Samara put her tote bag on a special table for teachers. The class leader takes over, leads the prayer, followed by greeting.
Ms. Samara wrote down some names on the blackboard that she took from the list of students in the class originally. There are 5 names written in line on the white board with each given a distance and given a number. One of those names is Fina Amalia. Fina was surprised to see her name engraved there.
“There are 5 names on the board. I'll make a group and these 5 people will be your group leader.” Samara spoke firmly. There was a sound of discussion among students about the names listed on the board.
“Group 1. Amar´s. Who wants to be a member of the Amar group? Pair hand”
Some students raised their hands. Bu Samara asked the names of the students and wrote them under the name “Amar” in a row.
“Group 2. Forelopers. Who wants to?”
Some students who were dominated by schoolgirls raised their hands high. Almost half the class already has a group. At the end of the group division there will be an even distribution of the number of members.
“Group 3. Fina. Anyone want to?”
Silent. Not a single hand was raised. Fina felt ashamed of herself.
Samara ma'am knitted her brows, responding. “No one wants?”
“Lo sono..” sounds some students suggest each other.
“Again, ah. Fear not true.” Some students also refused.
“Mothers are disappointed with you. I use this method so you learn how to trust others. But it turns out you are the same friends themselves just do not believe.” Disappointed Miss Samara. He continued the division of the group into the next name. Students who have not been able to groups or groups that have more members, will be part of the Fina group.
'Do they really think I'm crazy? Ah, I don't care. They're not doctors. Even Doctor Gerald didn't call me crazy.' Mumbles Fina.
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Fina went to the rooftop with Win. They stood enjoying the view from up there with their hands propped up on the rofoftop wall. Fina's face slightly melted. It must have something to do with what happened in class this morning.
“If you were my classmate, Win. Sometimes I feel lonely.” Fina said softly.
“I hope so too. Sometimes I also feel the longing in class there is no you.” Win is racing, but reality. Fina's not in the mood for a fight. He felt lazy to go back to class.
“Win, I'm serious. I'm always alone in class.” Fina's tone rose, carried away by emotions.
Win straightened his body, facing Fina. The guy twists Fina's shoulders, making them look at each other.
“Better alone, right, than to have friends but hurt?” Win raised one eyebrow. Fina's stunned. “Yes, although humans cannot live alone.”
Fina was relieved to hear Win's words. He smiles.
“Sorry, I can't be 24 hours by your side. But, I will try to be there when you feel things like this,” said Win makes Fina more calm.
“Back to class, yuk. Don't skip it.” Win glanced at the circular digital watch in his right hand.
Win pulled Fina's hand, walking. But Fina's move faltered. “Takut.”
Win approached, giving Fina a warm hug. “Its Fine, China. The anxiety is in you, not you in the anxiety. You are stronger. You can definitely control it.”
Fina nodded, then slowly stepped back, towards the classroom. Win took Fina's hand, giving her strength.
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The bell rings home. Fina walked out of the classroom towards the parking lot. Win is waiting there. Without Fina noticing, the people behind her back laughed a grin at her.
Fina continued walking, as if nothing had happened. Passing through the ranks of humans.The people behind his back compactly focused his attention to a single point.
Fina arrived at the parking lot. He smiled at Win and sped up his pace, approaching. Win felt that there was something strange about seeing the mannerisms of the people around Fina who were watching the girl's back closely.
Win turned Fina's body around. Allegedly right. There is a piece of paper attached to the girl's back that says “SI MOST DRAMA.”(Fina wears a totebag bag).
Win's expression changed in an instant. He pulled the paper with force and squeezed it.
“WHY ARE YOU SILENT TO WRIGGLE THE WRITING ON HIS BACK?” maki Win to the people around the parking lot. This time Win was really angry. He cannot forgive. The faces of those people pias instantly. But there are also those who even show an expression of dislike to Win because it is considered excessive.
“Handering, times. Seriously very. No exclamation, ah,” chirps one of the guys who make Win more up. Win approached the guy.
“Lo says it's a joke? You can different not kidding the same as bulldozing?” sergeant Win. The neck of the man was clearly visible.
“Jawab?!” Win clutched the collar of a man's shirt in front of him to make him tiptoe overwhelmed. The guy instantly blushed his face.
Fina who was standing next to Win's motorbike bowed in embarrassment at the writing.
“You all broke up!” Win dispersed the crowd in the parking lot that was a while watching him.
Parking back is conducive. Win turned on his motor then drove along with Fina.
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