Love Tactics

Nayra And Drama

^^^12-July-2012^^^

^^^Smp Negeri 91 Cahaya Negara^^

👑All forward-looking. Where the plain white board was filled with scribbles of black markers showing numbers.

One of those students was me. Every now and then I just nod when I hear the teacher explain then go back to writing on the board. And damn when there is a question that I want to ask must always be taken over by other students, so there is no additional value for me.

Two hours later the teacher explained above. As if I didn't understand all of our conditions. I breathed my breath rough. My stomach had rung a loud bell, afraid that others would hear the cries of worms in my stomach, I turned my head to the left right. Fortunately no one heard because it was seen by my colleague just silent while writing every word that he considered important as if not disturbed by the rapper the strange cream.

Tried

"Hufft," I sighed as I closed my eyes. Thankfully the sound of the bell can make the teacher who teaches immediately clean up his teaching equipment and step his foot off the classroom.

I trim my books, pen, and ruler. Then I turned my body to the side to keep it in my bag. When I wanted to stand up, I stopped because I saw my friend still in his place did not intend to go to the cafeteria. Out of curiosity I gathered my courage to invite him to speak first.

"Why not go to the cafeteria?" I asked with a smile that kept on framing.

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. After a long time putting on a face, he finally smiled. I who had been waiting for him to answer had made my heart race quickly, afraid if it would be sprayed with cynicism. But seeing him smile made me breathe calmly.

"First of all," he said.

I finally nodded and walked towards the door. But I feel sorry if I have to leave him alone in class. I turned back towards him. There he looked down with a shaky shoulder.

I also canceled my intention to fill my stomach. My humanity does not allow me to be happy if anyone is hurt.

"You why? Heyy was calm there was me," I hugged his body that was a bit bigger than mine.

His crying voice began to fade. So I took off my arms, and sat down next to him. I kept stroking his back to calm him down.

"Why you?" soft ask.

He just shook his head and looked the other way to wipe away his tears. Then he turned his head to face me. So that I can see his eyes. I lowered my hand from his back, and looked at him as well.

"Not hungry?" Back he asked. I wish I could answer that I am hungry.

"No," I answered.

"Lied," he chirped. I smiled shyly. He opened his bag. And I just look at it. His hand held a red bar on the table. He opened the box, I nodded when I found out the contents of the lunch box.

"Eat together. Coincidentally bring two sandwiches . So one for you..,"

His thumb and index finger flanked the sandwich and gave it to me. I gladly accepted and thanked him.

".... One more for me,"

At the meal was bread containing vegetables. Do not stay silent I read the do'a and eat it. It feels weird maybe because I'm not used to western food.

After eating we talked a little, waiting for the break to end. However, the noise made us stop the conversation and rush out. There is already a crowd in the form of a circle as well as the sound of cheers from students and students.

"Ciee ciee,"

"Uhhuy, sosweet bet."

"How come your cheeks are red?"

"His hands woyy pity my soul mate for sin!!"

I looked at the girl I held her hand. He also looks at me. After that we shrugged our shoulders. Not important. We left the place and went back to class. The classroom atmosphere remained empty as all the residents were watching the Korean drama recreate live.

"I thought there was something outside" I said as I walked towards the bench I was sitting on earlier.

"Yes I thought so too" he said, and sat on his shoulder.

I looked around the class. Now the atmosphere is very quiet. I miss my SD friends. Believe me if I was in 6th grade all my friends wouldn't let the class be quiet. There must be their behavior. I also don't like the awkward atmosphere. And judging by the attitude of my compatriots, it seems like there would be no chatter if I hadn't started it.

"Whose name are you?"

"Norra."

Funny too well early introduction must feel stiff and awward .

"Queen," I answered briefly 

He nodded and looked at me from the bottom up. Is there something wrong with my clothes? I also stared down.

"Why wear a sponge skirt?"

It turned out that that astonished him. I'm just smiling. Indeed, at this time I wear a long plisket modeled skirt . Rarely do my female classmates even all the classes here wear them mostly wearing long-span-model skirts. Naturally, because the model like I wear will add a positive impression on the person who wears it, this skirt is mostly only in the use of pesantren children in my city. But my school doesn't forbid it's just less people wearing it.

My clothes are a bit different from the others. If most of the girls including Riang and Nayra break their hair to school, I wear a hijab to cover my chest. If it's Monday and Tuesday I wear a white headscarf, a white shirt, and an ash skirt. It just so happened that today Thursday I was wearing blue school batik, white hijab, and white skirt. Well if Friday and Saturday in shaa Allah I will wear a brown hijab and matching clothes and skirts. Shoes should be black. The socks should be long. That's my school's provision.

"More enjoy wearing gini skirts. It's easier if you want to walk," I replied.

Nayra just smiled.

"You know Anas' sister?"

That name. I think I've heard the name Nayra said. I keep trying to remember. And well, he's the guy that the first day of school talks about rich girls.

"I just know his name. If the guy hasn't."

Nayra's eyeballs widened and further advanced her body towards me. Spontaneously I turned my back so as not to get close to Nayra. Nayra's mouth opened wide and her eyes did not blink at all

"Not know him?" Nayra asked again with a look of disbelief. I replied to her by nodding and an innocent look.

He turned his back on his body as I had done the same thing, improving my sitting. He breathed a rough breath.

"It's rare" he said, propping up his chin and staring at the classroom ceiling. He seems to be thinking hard. I also looked up at the ceiling like a fool.

"So he's a famous man? Naturally I did or just a few days of school here. But how do you know him?" My toot.

Nayra seemed to wave and took her hand off her chin. His eyes were turning around as if he wanted to avoid my question. I returned it with a confused look.

"Oh. He was the big brother" Nayra said with a stiff laugh. I also laughed, saying. It should also be as a younger class we know more about Senior so that later we already know which is good to approach and which should be avoided.

"So the one in the crowd was Anas' brother Nanda," Nayra said at once giving me information. I just nodded.

"Continue?" My toot. Intended to know next.

Nayra just shook her head hinting 'it's okay'.