Manful Guys Overseas

Final Punishment (2)

I saw Amel frowning when he saw me, and the same when I saw Amel. I was a little unfocused and forgot the command given by Aya earlier. My mind began to branch out thinking about my next fate after I was 'taken' by Aya through this teacher, thinking about what Amel's reaction in and out of school was when he met me. I woke up when the teacher rebuked me.

Teacher: What's the deck?

I: Uh, sir... I was given a task by the chat for a photo together with the signature of the father, can sir?

The sequel to this teacher, a male teacher aged around 45-50 years, is eccentric and unlike other teachers in general. It has a thick thin mustache, has a misty hair, wears a short-sleeved yellow checkered shirt and blue jeans. From the costumes he wore and seeing what was depicted on the board made me assume he was a fine art teacher.

Teacher: Oh may. On one condition that I may set the style of your photo when you take a picture with me. How's it? By the way why didn't you attend the MOS event today?

I could only resign when he applied for those conditions.

I: Yasudah sir, may. I was punished for breaking the rules, so I didn't join MOS today sir.

Teacher: It turns out that from year to year there are just as many who get punished, just the difference is that this year's sentence seems to be heavier than previous years. Here, you brought a camera, right?

I: There's a sir, use my hp camera.

Teacher: In this class anyone would like to volunteer with me as a photographer?

... : I am sir!

I looked towards the source of the sound. Amel stood up and raised his right hand steadily while looking at the teacher.

Teacher: Okay, Amelia here ahead. You son, what's his name?

I: Oh, I'm Naufal sir...

Teacher: Well, son Naufal now open your ball hat.

I opened the hat and held it with my hand. Then the teacher came closer to me and played my hairstyle.

Teacher: Hmmm, your hair is short huh. If your hair is long and bangs I want your bangs to be smeared in front of your forehead like the vocalist of a band that is currently famous, what is the name of the band? Does anyone know which hairstyles belong to which band?

The teacher ruffled his own hair, divorcing his bangs to close his left eye while styling like a vocalist.

... : Kangen Band vocalist sir!

The whole class said a long 'woooo' and then laughed out loud.

I think my face started to turn red again, although the students in this class laughed at the behavior of the teacher but I felt I was getting cornered in this class.

Teacher: Since the hair of this student is not long, is there any advice for this student hair model? Yep! You are in the middle!

The teacher pointed to one of the students who held out his hand and the student told me a hairstyle that he thought was right for me.

... : Model spike sir! Whose hairdo is swooped up like a gini sir!

The student plays his hand, turning his fickle hairstyle into a spike.

... : Teu pantes maneh bu'ukna dikitukeun, nikakeun parish wae maneh mah ah.

The whole class again laughed out loud, I don't understand what one of the students here said because it uses Sundanese.

Teacher is now playing with my hair like a professional hairdresser while turning his back to his students, trying to style the spike in my hair like what one of the students has shown. I can only pass my hair on yuck by this teacher.

Teacher: How, how good is it?

Classes of: HAHAHAHAHA.

They all laughed out loud even until someone hit the table repeatedly. But there was only one student who almost did not laugh at all, Amel just kept silent in front of the blackboard while watching me.

... : Yes sir that's good sir! Haha.

Teacher: Yasudah, let's take a photo now. Hunt out my lesson hours to be made into an impromptu event like this. Amel, take a picture!

Amel positioned himself to take good pictures without speaking. He showed me his cold face, and for the first time I saw his facial expression like that.

Amel: Ready yes, three.two...

I: Sir, one more.

Teacher: Oh still want another photo?

I: No sir, I just want to say if I promise I won't break the rules again.

Classes of: HAHAHAHA.

They all came back to laugh at me. I want to quickly get out of this class, I can't bear the embarrassment that exceeds my defensive capacity.

Teacher: What's next, it's done, right?

I: This sir please sign here.

I handed him the paper and he signed it.

Teacher: Here, do not make any more mistakes. You promised me.

I: Good sir... Thank ye.

The teacher held both shoulders and let me out accompanied by the sound of laughter that was still heard.

After I got out of class and closed the door, my hand reached into my pocket to take a picture of Amel. Pantes on laughing, hair model kayak people electrocuted gini.

My hands almost slammed this phone, annoyed to see spike hair that even like the hair of a electrocuted person.

Aya: Where did I see the results.

I handed over my phone along with a paper containing the teacher's signature. I saw Aya's expression change when I saw the photo of me with the teacher. He slightly held back his laughter and then gave the special signatures of the tatibs on the paper he had already held before.

Aya: Your task today is done, I ask you never to break the same rules again. Understood it?

Amel said firmly while playing his index finger in front of me.

I: Yes brother. I've understood.

Aya: Now, it's up to you to wait where. Don't go home before the bell rings.

Aya then walked in the opposite direction, leaving me in front of class XII IPA 6.

My eyes are hot, a lake has now formed in both eyes and is ready to spill it. But I was resistant by sticking my thumb and index finger at the ends of these two hot eyes.

I went up from the front of the class, down the empty hallway and then down the stairs and turned towards the toilet. In the toilet I crouched back and washed my face many times, the cold water that stuck to my face was now replaced by warm water that poured over my cheeks. Many times I wiped my tears and washed my face with water. I did it over and over again until the bell came home.

The bell came home over a half hour ago but I was still sitting in this toilet. The orange light now filled the toilet, I realized that it was afternoon. I decided to go out and pick up the bag I left in the classroom this morning.

I walked down the hallway that had started to quiet towards the field. And when I turned towards the gate, I saw a girl sitting next to the security guard post. As I began to approach the gate, the girl realized my arrival and stood up to me.

I don't care about his presence, I walk past him without a word coming out of my mouth.

Amel: False...

Amel held my wrist from behind and I looked at him.

Amel: Are you crying Fal?

Me: Take my hand, I'm coming back!

Amel: I'd like to ask you a second...

I: I SAID FREELIN YA FREELIN!

I forcefully let go of Amel's hand and walked out the gate, walking away from him. The sound of sobbing began to sound and I do not care if he wants to cry because of my treatment to him. No matter at all!

I just want to be alone today...