Love Tactics

Labile

^^18-July-2012^^^

^^^Smpn 91 Cahaya Negara^^^

👑I wear my shoes indifferently, actually I'm lazy to go to school if there are enemies. Although I do not know what happened between me and the cute girl, but her behavior has shown that she does not like me.

Surprisingly, I did nothing wrong to him and was shunned. When I remember what happened yesterday, I felt sick, ashamed and embarrassed.

Rahmi's mother gave the task of drawing a map of Indonesia along with the name of the place, then what is the problem? Here it is, he divided the group according to our countrymen and... Nayra rejected the bunch with me.

Shadows Nayra's face looking at me cynically when she asks what is the reason she doesn't want a group with me.

"Come on answer mom! Why don't you want to?" mom Rahmi's screams were heard all the way to the next class, maybe God was testing me because it turns out our class neighbors are empty hours, they freely go out everywhere including peeking in my class window.

Not knowing what to react to, I was only able to hold my tears down. I just saw my tiny finger this time.

"Mom won't give you a fill if you don't have a reason. However, if the reason is because you are hostile then I reiterate personal matters do not relate to the lesson!"

Silence, no one was able to interrupt the killer teacher's words. My mouth was tightly closed not making a sound, but in contrast to my heart that kept pounding through the inside of my body and up to the ears, they could have heard it too.

Nayra was still faithfully standing, I turned my gaze from my hand to Nayra's feet. It was shaking as if it had not eaten. I was lucky to sit on my seat, while Nayra stood up since she filed a complaint with my mother.

I was determined not to stare in the other direction, Nayra might soon faint so I had to stand by her. No matter what he gets angry.

"Your childish nature during Sd do not bring to Smp, you have grown up, able to distinguish what is good which is bad, for example mother love questions. Colonizing is good what's bad?"

"Bad!" my classmate shouted excitedly, his voice getting bigger as the clerk followed.

"Good," Rahmi's mother gave us a thumbs up. Then he came out because he was harassed by other students who interfered. I let out a sigh of relief, my stiff neck from looking down for too long can finally turn to the right and left so that it makes a "crack" sound so even Nayra has a chance to sit down.

"Hey! Why are you guys here? What subjects now?"

"Indonesian ma'am!" shout them compact.

"Where's teacher? Why are you released?" Rahmi's mother said annoyed.

"Go home mom! His son is sick."

Rahmi's mother seemed to think for a moment, at first she wanted to get angry but understood also the position of the teacher.

"Yes, there's a little Ips lesson so you summarize chapter six and I'll ask you questions according to what you wrote."

After saying that, Rahmi's mother went into the classroom. But the voices of complaining and regretting students like me from outside were heard by us.

"Nyesel I Din came out, because you're talking to me," he walked while pointing the blame.

"Where is my fault, why do you want to be invited!" kilah the short-haired girl did not accept the words of her friend, she jerked the pointed finger in front of her eyes.

"Who said 'bad'? Just try not to say so for sure we're not being reprimanded" The man in the school uniform who had his back soaked with sweat walked backwards to find out who the perpetrator was and hid his sweat.

"Nia, Reyhan, Ujan, Ajun, Qausar who else is it. If not wrong Wandi," replied another girl with enthusiasm.

"Eh, mother asked yes I replied, I'm not like you are unethical," felt his name called and it's not a good thing. He immediately interjected to corner the girl.

When Rahmi's mother asked Nayra to stand up for a moment I focused on my current situation. I shouldn't have to be nervous, it's not my problem, it's not me who's being scolded by mom. However, he thought we were in trouble, for sure I was accused of having a fight or physical with Nayra and ending up in hostility. More frightening is that he also includes the teacher who is here where I can avoid the sanctions that he will give.

If the teacher is angry, my mind is always on the most famous punishment and punishment for students like us is: cleaning the toilet, running around the field, respecting the flag on the field, standing with our ears, standing up, and be expelled from class. Amongst all of that there was nothing that the student who was thinking about his future wanted. Some say it is hypocritical if we do not want to go out at the time the subjects take place, but actually who lost himself. It is free to come to school if you do not bring knowledge.

After advising, the teacher gave a solution so that Nayra would want a group with me, which was to ask Dea to join us. Not a bad thing, not really. Look at my smile rising between blushing cheeks. Nothing to lose, I thought.

"Mommy I went to school first, yeah," I told my mom who was feeding Rian. Papa has kissed mama's forehead now it's my turn to kiss her palm. My father and I left them for non-personal gain.

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"Day!" I cried out in dismay at Nayra who drew on the white cardboard paper without feeling disturbed.

We, Nayra and Dea, decide to complete the task of Rahmi's mother in the library if rest. I'd love to interrupt that it's better to just eat and work on it during the second break. Again I paused because surely Nayra would not listen to me.

"Speaking dong Nayra," I've resigned, since my job was only to persuade Nayra while Dea he wrote the province that Nayra had drawn.

I felt that persuading Nayra would be endless, so I chose to take over Dea's work. I saw that he had trouble writing because his body was always grazing Nayra and impacting on Nayra's uncontrolled hands drawing another line.

"The K-shape is Sulawesi Ratu, not Kalimantan," Dea gave me a square pencil eraser the size of a thumb. Realizing my spontaneous mistake, I clapped my forehead.

Nayra chuckled shaking her head.

"If you can't, don't force love on Dea."

It feels like retaliating Nayra's words that seem to underestimate me. But I smiled happily because he was willing to talk.

"I can do it, just so happens," said I do not want to give a pencil to Dea again, the reason is well, want to help. I was just a bully who had no job. Although what I wrote was not appropriate, but it was the thing that made Nayra open her mouth to me and this is the right time to admit a mistake that does not know why.  "Nay I asked...."

"You're hungry, aren't you? There's a sandwich on my side" Nayra cut out a word I haven't spoken perfectly. 

It's clear that Nayra didn't want to discuss the strain of our friendship yesterday.

In fact, I just want to know what the cause of him avoiding to not want a group with me. If there's a reason I'm ready to listen, it's necessary to criticize it so that we can be better.

Hmm, well maybe this is not the right time to talk about it, seen Nayra's expression like nothing happened, afraid if discussing yesterday the look on her face will change.

"I'm also a laper" Dea approached me as I picked up Nayra's stock.

"Yes, take it."

Dea and I stared at each other as the box opened, revealing only two vegetables wrapped in bread there.

"Why don't you want to?" ask me to Nayra who is still cool in drawing painstakingly. His face narrowed when looking at the map book then turned to the results of his work, looking for differences between the two images.

"Bosen, I just want to eat this soto run out. Fyuuh," he removed the wrong indentation and blew away the remnants of the eraser left on the carton.

We_except Nayra of course_happy cheer.

Our emotions are unstable, it is only natural that we become hostile and return to peace. Rather than silence it is worse. Therefore, these times are more beautiful because there is still less prestige between us.