Maidatul Khan's

Chapter 1: I Cry...

"You what is this? So riled!"

"Hiiiii... What's the smell?"

"Yes, what the hell smell. I smell like a rod (carcasses)!"

The laboratory boisterous when practical learning has not yet begun. I who feel ashamed mixed fear choose silence. Until one of my friends realized, if the stench was coming from inside the black crackle that I stuck. Suddenly everyone looked at me with disdain. Even my friend Aris went straight without sin.

"Huh, Datul stinks the stem, Datul stinks the stem!"

Aris cheered mockingly, and followed the laughter and insulting cheers of his classmates.

I'm ashamed, so ashamed to be a mockery.

"Oh, you cracker! bring what the hell? don't tell me this is your body odor? smelly stem! Haha..."

I'm still silent, I don't know why my heart hurts so much. Not because in bully with the call of crackers, it is true my father has a business of fried sand crackers. So, since Elementary School I've been immune to that call.

I felt ashamed mixed with sadness because what I brought was a practical task that I made with full struggle at home.

My group of friends is just a name. No one wants to help make it. They were all only willing to dues, still lucky to still be dues conscious. Because it can be said that our practicum material is the most reach for the bag. I'm just from a mediocre family. Even so, Mr. Farkhan, my father was never late to pay for school fees. My allowance is more than enough, can be made to ride angkot, buy soto rice and meatballs after school.

I was confused as to what to answer when they all laughed at me. Wanted to answer but the mouth felt muddy. Finally I just cursed at Aris, you bastard! yes, his mother sold in the market near my house. That's why I know. His mouth should also be well guarded. But no, he's a shucks! I cursed in my heart. And at the end of my embarrassment, I could only slap my face on the table. I cried sobbing.

"Woi, shut up everyone!" Like a masked hero to my best friend, just call Maktun to stop their laughter. And everyone there was silent that very second.

"Tul, why are you crying?"

I haven't been able to answer, even I don't think I can answer because I'm still crying. Miss Yatin our biology teacher came. Because our class includes superior classes, so we are orderly, ready to practicum before the teacher enters the class.

"Hey, what is this storm?"

"Can anyone explain?"

Maktun advanced on the front row, he started to complain. Telling the story from beginning to end. Ms. Yatin walked over, from the sound of her shoes clashing against the floor I knew. He gently rubbed my shoulder.

"Not crying."

"Well, you all have to apologize. This is what stinks it's rotten beef practicum."

"You forgot, today we're going to practice microorganisms?"

"Come, who feels guilty apologize here!"

I looked up and wiped the tears. The annoying Aris Getuk reached out. But for a second why his face was so handsome. Shouldn't he be ugly, dirty and black? Since when did the operation go down?

Why his face, oh no this is Lee Minho. Get to be Lee Minho. The handsome, want dong in the hug. I even had a disgusting smile.

THE PLAQUE!

"Flatul! wake oi!"

I groaned because Mr. Farkhan's voice suddenly appeared in the snail house of my ears. My eyes blinked because of the sunlight that suddenly appeared because of the window curtains in the open. Ah shit! it turned out that I had a dream, the severity of the dream was repeated, even though the embarrassing incident was already a year ago. When I was in third grade High School. I was not very good at school, just diligently taking notes and always silently listening intently when the teacher explained the lesson. Surprisingly, only about twenty percent of the material is absorbed. I realized I was a human being with a mediocre brain.

My head was dizzy because it suddenly woke up forcibly. "Mr. I'm still sleepy ah..."

"Congratulations? want to sleep until what time? it's almost ten Datul! The whole world has been busy, Gladak market has been crowded since dawn even now it has begun to quiet. You still say lack of sleep?"

"WAKE UP! help Mr. Nganter cracker Maak Salamah's order."

"Missy!"

I made up the best dreams possible. After shaking hands, Lee Minho pulled my hand out of the lab. He seemed to be in disbelief and saved me from that annoying situation. We both ran away, didn't he kidnap me.

I was on a blue mini bike. Ah pleased. We laughed all the way.

Finished making me fall asleep again. I dream, but my dream is not like the one I was born with. It's a strange dream, I'm standing in the middle of a river. Wow, there are a lot of fish. Golden fish. I'm excited about jumping up and down here, trying to catch those fish.

To the point of exhaustion, I did not get a single fish. Goddamnit! in my dreams I was unlucky. I'm even tired.

"Yes Rabbi, Datul." Father's voice again. Not surprising, but flat. I immediately woke up. To me the flat voice of the Father is more frightening than the roar of a wolf.

"Hehe.. overslept again sir." I grimaced because of my true position.

"Datul woke this, yes later crackers Datul interracial."

You shut up and passed. A good-natured stocky man, who is rarely angry, and patient. He's Mr. Farkhan. My mammy? my mother died a year ago. I'm an only child, so we just live together.

I took a shower and changed clothes. I'm gonna go out of the house. The sun is rising up on its head. Don't forget I put a day cream on my face. Wearing a handbody with an SPF of thirty that is said to be good for the skin. Somewhat lemongrass indeed, the mask I need, long before the markonah virus attacks the world. I do need a mask to cover at least part of my face that is full of acne of various sizes.

From the small size like stars scattered everywhere, to there is a large mountain Merapi. Inflammation and ready to erupt at any time. Pain of course! The pain is not only in the skin of the face but seeps into the heart.

I hate this shit so much. I don't know when they're gonna leave my face. Very comfortable, stick and thrive there. Not that I'm not trying. Despite unemployment, I was willing to set aside money to just buy skincare. Change doctors. From the ordinary to the extraordinary. I think, if calculated, maybe I'm rich if I don't take care of my acne.

Back to the crackers. I brought two large plastic bags. Order Mbak Salamah for tahlilan event. Ask for it to be wrapped for a thousand. We were able to order a lot, two hundred packs. Free to the front of the house. I walk because I don't have a motorcycle.

I'm not lying, probably the only house that doesn't have a motorcycle right now. Yes my house. You can only ride an onthel bike. My whole life I have not been able to ride a motorcycle. As for me, because I don't have yes yet I can't.

Passing through narrow alleys, slightly twisting is okay. It's a little far away, too, it's okay. I'm looking for a great route. By lontrong-lontrong. Let it be, I was purposely hiding from the world. There is nothing to be proud of me. Not rich, not popular, not beautiful, not attractive, not smart.

Arriving at the house of Sister Salamah, the half-old woman was already waiting in front of the house.

"Bak, here's the crackers. Two hundred packs, in love bonus two packs."

"Oh yeah, how much money does that mean?" SD children can definitely answer, a thousand times two hundred is very easy. My inner.

"Two hundred thousand Mbak." I don't know why I don't feel good.

"Not reduced anymore? I ordered a lot of hlo?" Hla...

I grimaced sadly. What he thought, our profit on the sale of crackers is huge. It has been given a bonus of two packs, free of charge anyway.

Though the profit of a pack of crackers was only a hundred silver. These two big pockets, we only got twenty thousand. Still in the bargain again? I cried...

Instantly the soundtrack song soap opera fish fly in the play.

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