Manful Guys Overseas
Final Punishment (1)
Counted already 9 successful tatib prank on me today. And of the nine tatib success also makes me resist the shame that is very very very. What I will never forget is one: when I was told by a tattooed guy to ask for a signature as well as a photo of a sports teacher who doubles as a student wakasek. Not playing, it is very difficult whose name asks for permission to take pictures with the teacher and often I am rejected for the same reason: 'You have not worn a high school uniform. You are not yet officially a High School student and means you can not take pictures with me.'
I was rejected many times and I chased the teacher from the classroom to the classroom. When I was chasing the teacher a lot of students in class XI and XII were staring at me while holding back their laughter. Seeing a boy wearing an apron from a coffee wrap and wearing a red ball cap while still in Junior High School uniform. The costume I wear now is in stark contrast to the high school uniform in general so it's easy to see me because of this difference.
Sometimes it sounds like a few things:
Hahaha why is there a clown boy Junior High School around?
I felt my hot face and ears withstanding the shame of being seen by thousands of pairs of eyes. The height of this shame was when my request was accepted by the teacher but it was on condition: I had to pose by putting one of my index fingers over my lips.
Whoever, kill me now...
This afternoon feels very stinging, has counted more than 5 hours I paced here and there to obey what is the will of these tattoos. Or rather, fulfill the wishes of this bastard. Yes, he is Aya. I'm sure among the games these tattoos must have been masterminded by him. And now I have to face the 'gut-in' of all these games because he's the only one I haven't been to.
Tatib (Cowok): You have signed the same photo of the sports teacher and my signature. Now, you're looking for a tattoo called Amalia. He is your last task today. If you reject it, I make sure next year your name is on the list of MOS participants the following year.
Oh, so that crazy chick named Amalia. What a beautiful name for a jerk.
I walked to the front field to look for him but this fatigue had eaten away at my body. I went to the toilet for a while to wash my face and refresh my mind. Arriving at the toilet, there were 2 seniors who were probably sitting in XII class looking at me with condescending gazes while holding back their laughter. The gaze that I often saw when I was still sitting on the Junior High when they found out my true nature was so spoiled that it resulted in me being anti-social and individualistic. I did not care about it and immediately kept silent in the toilet. 10 minutes I squat while covering my face with both hands and occasionally take water from the bucket to wash my face and ears, he said, trying to put a damper on this 'fire' blazing inside the head. I'm sure my face and ears are very red.
I can't stay here for long, the longer I stay, the longer I bear this shame. I got up from my squatting position and came out of the toilet, ignoring the strange gazes that were staring at me while walking around looking for a girl wearing a black white striped blazer. A successful girl embarrassed me in my first days of school.
Manda: HAAAH? Are you sure Ay wants to tell him to like that? Lo ga see what now Bewok again ngerjain him to take a photo with Bu Aneu who is not famous to be photographed? Is it not the same as him?
Manda looks disbelieving after I tell Naufal the plan I will do.
I: Yes, I'm sure I want to tell him to like that. It's up to me to call him...
Manda: Yes you think also when he is shy like how if you tell kayak like that Ay, I also must be ashamed if told kayak it mah.
Me: It's up to me to do it. Now that the break is over, I want to go back to the new students. I stay first.
I then left Manda calling my name. I still walked away from the ise room with a broken mood because of the man's behavior. After I left the sausage room I immediately sat near the fish pond. The sound of water here makes me calm. Maybe for about 10 to 15 minutes I stayed here, then there was a guy wearing a red ball cap and a coffee wrap walking towards me from the end of the hallway. Yes, he was the cause of my down mood today.
The first place I went to look for Aya was the field. To pass through the field there are two roads, the first one runs past the side of the teacher's room which is close to the canteen and the second one is through the hallway which leads directly to the field. I chose the second option because I think there will be very few students hanging out there, at least I won't be embarrassed more than this.
My: Brother Amalia?
Aya got up from her seat and stared at me incessantly.
Aya: Where is the signature of the previous tattoo?
I handed him a piece of paper containing 9 signatures from the previous tatib.
I: This is brother.
Aya took the paper and examined it one by one as if I was manipulating her signature.
Aya: You want the punishment done, right? Now come with me.
Still holding the paper containing the signature of the previous tatib, Aya then walked towards the inner field and I followed him from behind with a feeling of wanting to berate him from behind. We both passed by a tattoo I remember named Manda and climbed the stairs.
After climbing the stairs, we both turned left and walked towards the end of the hall and then stayed in front of the class that read 'XII IPA 6'.
Aya: Now, you ask for the same autograph from the teacher who is teaching inside. I won't leave here until you get both.
I: Good brother...
I walked to the door and knocked.
Tok.dok..
There was a voice coming from inside to let me in. Without waiting for long I pushed the door inside.
I: Excuse me...
All eyes are now looking at me and my eyes are sweeping across the room to see the teacher. But here I am shocked, I am not surprised because I saw the appearance of the teacher concerned. I was shocked to see someone I knew. A person who is a twin of a jerk who waits outside the classroom.
That person is Amel...
