Love Tactics

Mixed Feeling

"I didn't expect you to have such a big guts" that was the first line that was cheerful to say after we walked out of the scene.

Cheerful from earlier giggled in admiration without saying anything. Even he was like a madman while mimicking my treatment of that emotion-making man.

"I also did not expect, my anger took over everything," I said lightly, not feeling guilty.

I had long hated that man, and he had even added trouble to me which he had calculated how many times.

"As long as you know, everyone does not want to have problems with him, including Anas," Cheerfully gave me information that I did not expect and made me shocked on the spot.

Means he's the most feared man here, and I've hurt him.

"Seriously?"

His round face nods like a little boy on a roller coaster. Nod in doubt.

"Berdo'a be with your god, would I pray too?" a cheerful haul that I don't care about. I thought about what kind of trouble I would encounter again after I invited her. I still remember that guy had a lot of friends when he pushed me in the cafeteria.

"Father of Jesus help my friend, he is in trouble, give him salvation amen," cheerfully looked at me. I don't get it.

"Berdo'a to your god," cheerful suggestion followed his eyebrows up and down, asking my hand to look up.

"Oh Allah, I am in trouble, help me, hasbunallah wani'mal vice, aamiin," I breathe in both palms of my hands.

Joyful and I looked at each other, I shed tears unconsciously. Suddenly Merrily hugged me and I retorted tighter.

"Don't stay with me well," Gleefully hid her face on my shoulder. I nodded, unable to say anything in this condition. If I speak, my cry will become more and more.

Instead of exaggerating thebut only this time I feel friends with non-Muslims, my SD friends are all Islamic. Papa suggested a school here so I could socialize on the differences.

"Our Lord is different, but our hearts are the same, want you to be Muslim, Christian, Hindu, Buddhist, and Confucian you are still my friend," Cheerfully broke the embrace between us then, he said, put his hands on my shoulders and looked at me. 

"We have our own perceptions and I will not force you to believe in my perceptions, nor do you, though different but I will appreciate," I said, thoughtfully before speaking, this is very sensitive, if discussed continue to usually refer to things that are not expected.

"Who comes first to each class, he wins," I wiped off the trail of my tears using the white veil I was wearing. I shouldn't have made a challenge that defeated me alone, instead like a trap.

"Come on!" Arrogantly he rubbed his nose.

"One, two, ti..," we ran without continuing the count, cheerfully passing the corridor straight, while I cut time by splitting the other direction, which was the field. If passing through the field without a definite path then I will get to class faster, but it is impossible if Merrily can lose to me. Class A is very close to the office.

Spirit of running, I was already about ten steps away before entering the classroom.

Dukes

The clash between the two bodies managed to make me stop at my activities.

"I'm sorry," after seeing that what I hit was Anas' sister, my eyes were a little wide open. Afraid of acting strange, I continued running again.

"Other times the race who falls in love first he wins!" yelled cheerfully without any guilt entering his class.

I snorted and entered my class as well. Luckily there were no teachers teaching, some of the teachers went to accompany the ninth grade who was in the race. They are homeroom teachers who must follow where their students go.

Inside the silent class, everyone focused on copying the thick book before him into their notebook.

"Write what Nay?" Landing my buttocks on the bench next to Nayra was an effective thing that made my body more relaxed.

"This," pointed Nayra to a large piece of writing that read BAB on the school's Cultural Arts package book.

Tired of cleaning in the office, now I have to torture my hands again.

"Can I get a copy?" My expression after sweating a lot and events beyond reason sounds like complaining when, it is.

Nayra was silent for a moment then, shrugging her shoulders while shaking her head.

My mouth opened then, closed again. Doubtful to tell about the tragedy earlier, seen he was focusing on writing, where can hear me clearly, it could be that I even bother him.

I turned to staring at my classmate who changed his activities by talking casually with his partner. It felt like it was relaxing too, but remembering I had dealt with the riotous man made me even more frightened.

"Where?" Nayra closed the notebook that had become the center of his attention.

"Bersihin' office is just as carefree."

He looks confused.

"Slow, oh yes carefree to go to school," I said softly while hiding my face to the folds of the hands on the table. I was weak, my body could not suffer not to mention my mixed feelings.

There is no word from beside me. If I am confused like this, I am confused myself.  Want to sleep but not sleepy, want to talk but, I'm tired. Even talking feels crowded.

"When does it get taken in?" I finally spoke after taking a breath.

"Tomorrow."

I tilted my head when I heard Nayra's voice along with the vibrations on the table. Turns out he's got his head just like me. He looked calm with his eyes closed.

Thank goodness that tomorrow's collection time means I have a chance to write it at home. Is it wrong for me to turn schoolwork into homework? Just this once. Hah, why am I arguing with myself?!

Just wanted to turn around, as the glare of the sun through the open classroom door was instantly fixed into my eyes should be delayed. I vaguely saw from the glass window two people of the opposite sex were chatting while walking.

In fact, one of them I had met in front of the class earlier.

"Like a genie...."