Love Sejagat, Love Friend

Rice mixed with sari

School hours have started. All students flocked to their classes.

I, who was gathering with Dian and a few other female friends, also disbanded from the school garden seat. I got into IPA class, and Dian got into IPS class. Me and him waved each other signs we had to part for a while, go into the cage first, joked us, later continued during the break.

The first lesson also began. In my class today, the subjects that will be discussed are Indonesian lessons, guided by a hijab teacher named Bu Laila who is beautiful. The male students of the day were all excited, they always smiled when the lesson part was Laila. Indeed Miss Laila is a young teacher of prima donna school. She is only 23 years old, she is still single. Many single male students and teachers like to tease her and try to get close to her. But I think I just saw Laila's mom.

"Pupil, good morning." said Ms. Laila started with a sweet smile.

"Pagii buuu.." All the disciples said happily.

"well, today let's open the textbook page 112. There is material about the steps to make a job application or we often call it CV (Curriculum Vitae), is there anyone here who brings an example of his job application letter?" tanya Bu Laila threw her trademark smile. His eyes circulated looking for who dared to advance.

I saw the beautiful smile of Laila's mother fascinated me, but I was a woman because I thought that beautiful woman was always beautiful to look at. But back to me, I realized I wasn't as pretty as Laila's mom, so maybe I wasn't pretty to look at. Ms. Laila was a little jealous of me, I just looked down lethargic.

"I brought mom ! " answered one of the male disciples.I made my daydream crumble and returned my face looking forward.

"yes may show"the request that Laila's mother walk over to the disciple, who turns out to be Ridwan.

"But ma'am, before I give up, I have to take it first." he bargained.

another male student mocked Ridwan that he was just a mode.

Ah, he likes rambling for a joke Laila's mom. It's common for Ridwan to do strange tricks when dealing with Laila's mom. It's good for entertainment in class if he's already in action.

Bu Laila nodded, extending her hand asking Ridwan to hand over the cover letter.

"now where buruaanann..." Pinta ma'am Laila was impatient.

Ridwan grinning horse.

"Patience to my beautiful mother... I can't wait, though..." Ridwan Goda. Some male friends were whistling like supporting Ridwan's action.

"Actually this is not a job application letter, but..." Ridwan continued laughing grimly.

Hhuu...

One class showered him with cheers and table buzz.

Ms. Laila smiled wryly, closing her ears. she knew this student liked to joke.

"Sstt.. already.do not be noisy. Go back to your books!" bu Laila's orders quelled the hubbub of one class because Ridwan teased her.

Little by little our cheers disappeared and refocused on the lesson.

Until finally one of the first subjects is finished, in the further with other lessons. The teacher also changed.

***

The break bell rings.

all the students scattered with joy.they were impatient to go to the cafeteria. Five hours they struggled to see the book and discuss it with the teacher, it felt like they wanted to vomit. Because it has become a schedule of provisions from school, become ordinary because accustomed, learning five hours is not a heavy burden. It's just that, actually maybe in one day each student is only able to capture the teacher's material in the first ten minutes, Next is up with the rice daydream, fried, coiled and ice bubble. His brain is used to think food, when food enters the stomach adds strength to the brain thinking about food again.

I was like the others, my stomach was out of control, thrashing to fill.

Dian appeared in front of my classroom door, smilingly waving.

"Come to the cafeteria" Invite her cheerful.

I, who was in the third row of the classroom corner, greeted him and nodded. I immediately got up from my seat and approached him. The two of us went hand in hand while telling stories about the events in our respective classes and issuing complaints about the many tasks given by the teacher.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Dian and I ordered food. Dian bought chicken noodles, while I bought some rice. This session even I eat rice sitting, because this morning did not have time to eat breakfast. If the rice has not entered, it feels like my stomach can not accept another. We sat next to each other at the table, both enjoying lunch while interspersed with chatter and laughter. I saw some upperclassmen eating at the long line of my canteen table.

Dian's hand elbowed me, I was flabbergasted to ask what was going on. Dian whispered softly in my ear, I heard it then I circulated my gaze, my eyes stopped right at the table across the corner, Star Sister ! he and his friends were drinking ice and snacks in interspersed chatter and laughter.I looked at him from a distance, Star Brother focused with his friends. He did not really care about the surrounding, especially I who had been looking at him since Dian told him there was a figure of a Star Brother in the cafeteria.

My eyes lingered on her, my mind was glaring about pleasure, Dian was staring at me in a dumb mess like a sambet.

"Tar ! Dance conscious ! hey" whispered the lampoon as it elbowed.

I stammered, regained consciousness.I turned to Dian asking what was going on.

"if the eyes of people, ordinary dong.so do not just dare in the far, near squealing. if you like, pursue. do not just diem observe.entar the turn of the Star brother in the take people, if you like, know how you feel." Dian.

I turned my lips in response to Dian's words that weren't on my side.

"I'm confused, how do I start ! I'm really ashamed that I went after him first. Besides, I am actually quite safe to behave like this, so that my relationship with Star Brother is always fine. I felt happy even though I only admired him from a distance. I've seen enough of his sosmed and his activities at school" I whispered.

" But you don't know what he's doing outside. The only one who likes him is definitely not just you. If Bintang already has a girlfriend? are you going to continue to like it from a distance?" tanya Dian gave another answer choice.

"I'm sure Star Sister doesn't have a boyfriend yet ! because I've never seen him close to a girl. He is quite keeping his distance with the opposite sex. He just hangs out with his friends. I've never posted a photo of a girl, or a status about love." Tegasku confident.

Dian nodded forcefully accepting my words, like not wanting to argue with me again, ending the meal and taking her back to class.

We got up from our seats, all of a sudden when I came out of the cafeteria table, I flipped over, I accidentally hit someone.

Bruck...

Our bodies were bounced back a little in reaction to the collision but not to fall. Someone complaining.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it." My words started while clenching my hands together in my face, my eyes closed not daring to stare.

The person in front of me was silent, there was no reaction. I slightly opened my eyes peeking, why did the person in front of me not respond.

When my eyes were open, our eyes clashed with each other. He looked at me smiling. I glared at my eyes.

"Hi, Tari.. meet us again." he said without commenting on my apology.

Dian elbowed me, whispering as to who she was. I looked up to blink my eyes.

"Why the hell, there are always you everywhere ! please don't bother me. I'm going to go to class." Push him. I immediately pulled out Dian's hand to leave the place.

He held my arm. I glared at him. How dare he touch me. I tried to shake it, but I couldn't. The grip was strong.

Ish ! gertuku.

Then she felt conscious that her treatment was making me a little sick, and she let go. Our eyes still clashed with each other, I squinted sharp eyes.he kept a crazy smile then his face came closer to my face. Seeing him so, my eyes frowned. There's a voice in my ear.

"Go back to school, I'll see you at home" she whispered smirked.

I opened my eyes looking around. Not knowing how Dian and the people around him reacted.

My face flushed with shame, resentment, and misbehavior. With mixed feelings, I hurriedly pulled Dian's hand past this annoying guy's body.

Dian gasped, I pulled her hand without speaking. In the front hallway of the class, Dian asked curiously about my relationship with the man. But I just kept quiet and went straight to class. Dian just shook her head at my behavior.

I sat in a chair. My face changed. Why in every place always meet him, make me rise in blood.

"Bumiii.. the guy sucks.go you from my brain !" I murmured slowly while hitting my head.

I'll never see him when I get home from school. My promise.

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