Me, What It Is

CHAPTER 1 ~ Ordinary Girl ~

Nico, hurry to park his motorsport. He ran to his class. Today is the first meeting of the Numerical Analysis course.

This was actually the third time he had taken that course. However, the value of D that never disappears from his KHS makes him forced to repeat again this year. Only that course, that course alone makes Nico KO. The others if not great must be great.

Somehow he was very weak with all that contained elements of Mathematics. It was not really Numerical Analysis alone that brought him together with numbers, Calculus I, Calculus II, Calculus of Plenty and Linear Algebra.

Nico can pass it quite satisfied with the value of C. All thanks to his efforts that never missed the course. Gencar take the heart of the lecturer or just use his handsome face.

His breathing was still wheezing as he grabbed the doorknob of the classroom. Nico was stunned when he found the class was full of tense-faced students staring at him.

Nico circled his gaze around the room.

Nico was surprised, even though the schedule was still 30 minutes away but the class was almost full, only two rows of front benches were still empty.

Shit, thought.

Why did Nico forget that the lecturer of this course was Mr. Suprapto. Lecturer killer that makes all students diligently bow their heads while in class. After Nico stepped in the second row, his eyes darted looking for his friends Ardi, Dito and Rommy.

After looking at the entire room the man finally found those who were grimy sitting on the back bench. Nico took his phone from behind his jacket pocket and sent a message.

"Why don't you get a bench for the cave in the back?" type it on the phone screen.

"You don't think you're taking this class" Dito replied.

These three friends also repeat Numerical Analysis, it is difficult to pass this one course.

Nico's eyes turned back and glared at Dito. They know exactly that this year he's going to repeat this course again.

"I mean cave, why don't you take it in another class? There's Rebecca, right? Loe wants, pale face loe diiatin gebetan?" connect Dito in WA while giggling.

Whahuh? Shit, inner Nico.

It's also true that this class is Rebecca's class, a beautiful class she only knew at the end of last semester. Nico patted his eel while looking down the other way behind him. Rebecca and the gang. Busy fanning his face. This room is equipped with air conditioning. It seems to have become their style of fanfare to make it look elegant.

Hopefully there are still other students who are late and fill the row of benches in front, whispered heart and hope Nico.

The feeling will be a little relieved if there are students who sit in front and ready to be preyed upon first. Nico regrets why he failed to come to campus. Not as fast as other students.

But strangely also adek-adek this class, knowing all that Pak Prapto must be shunned, they must have leaked from his upperclassmen, said Nico in his heart.

Not many come after Nico, but five minutes of college will start. Even so, Nico still hopes there are some more bego students who come later than him. Keep hoping that the bench in front of him can be fully filled.

Huh, Nico breathed a heavy sigh as if no more students could cover him on the front row bench. Moments of Mr. Prapto coming, suddenly the door opened, all holding their breath, face tense, eyes bulging, heart deg-degan.

A student came in. Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The little girl stepped down while looking down at a bench. Then sit quietly. Without looking left right take out the book and read it straight away.

Very cute girl, Inner Nico. Lest he not read the news, Nico continued in his heart while looking at the girl from toe to head. Nothing special, an ordinary face, an ordinary appearance. Even untouched makeup at all, inner Nico.

The man immediately glanced towards Rebecca. Then turn back to the girl who sat in a row with this stool. Nico was comparing the two girls.

Why can they be so different when they are both girls. The same force, perhaps the same age, inner Nico.

Nico imagined how much it would cost to stick Rebecca's face with her natural makeup. Makeup that is invisible but can make a girl more beautiful.

If counted? Cheap jeans, plain blue shirts, backpacks that are not clearly his brand, even if added with the bulk of his that will not be able to match Rebecca's spending on his face. Rebecca was indeed amazing, Nico inner with a smile of her own.

Thinking about it, his sense of unease was slightly reduced, not knowing that later Pak Prapto came. Shortly the classroom door opened again. This time Mr. Prapto really came. Put the map on the lecturer's desk and then look around the room.

A familiar sight for him, seeing students piling up in the back. Pak Prapto introduced himself briefly to students who had just entered his class. Then start college.

After teaching for a while, Mr. Prapto would pause to ask. It has become a characteristic of Mr. Prapto to ensure that his students have understood or just want to scare them.

"Somebody don't get it here yet?" ask Mr. Prapto.

All the students looked down, some pretended to write, some pretended to think, some pretended to look for something in the bag. But no one dared to look at Mr. Prapto.

Avoid eye contact! That's their motto to survive this one lecturer. Not hearing any answers, Mr. Prapto resumed his studies. College feels so long. A second feels a minute, a minute feels an hour. That's the change of time that feels so long in this room.

In the last ten minutes Pak Prapto cleaned the whiteboard that had been filled with notes when explaining the lecture.

Is college going to end? I hope college ends soon, do'a students.

The dream! Ten minutes was equal to ten hours of torture. Mr. Prapto could not give a discount on time for his college eyes. Mr. Prapto wrote again on the whiteboard, one question was plastered there.

"Because no one asked, it means everything has understood" said Pak Prapto full of insinuations.

"I will choose a name in this absence randomly," he said while taking a map containing a list of absentees.

"The name called, go ahead and solve this problem" he said, tapping the whiteboard with his marker.

Deg. I think the heart is going to fall.

How about if you call, where do not understand anymore, inner Nico and also other students of course.

"There's only one question," sadistic smile Mr. Prapto.

"Because everything has understood, so there will be no problem," he continued to smile again ala a cunning figure.

"But .. if the answer is wrong, please stand in front of the class until someone can solve this problem properly" said Pak Prapto relaxed but very hurtful.

The boisterous class, all upset, hurriedly read the notes, immediately prayed that the name was missing from the list of absences, or suddenly Pak Prapto's clock moved faster and so forth.

Waduh, it's a shame to stand in front of the class, where there's Rebecca again, Nico's inner self.

Mr. Prapto also does not care about appearance, want the person handsome or beautiful.

'The handsome moron' such words casually jumped from his mouth. Usually these wolf bulls are even handsome morons.

'Beautiful but brainless' such speech had also once come out of her mouth.

Until now Nico still remembers the words of Mr. Prapto aimed at a beautiful student in his class at that time. The girl was like a trauma, not daring to dress up pretty again every time she entered the one course. If there is makeup that can make his face disappear may be his choice after the incident.

Mr. Prapto began to call out names, which were called forward facing the board. Started to write answers that were not sure were true, with trembling hoes, cold hands, a foreboding forehead. Just writing two lines, Mr. Prapto's voice broke silent.

"Sana, stand in the corner!" said Mr. Prapto while pointing at the corner of the class.

Looks like the father is sure there will be many students who will line up there.

Theothers? Eyes immediately widened, the heart again pounding waiting for who fared the next unfortunate. Relieved for a moment when someone held the marker in front. Thumping again as Pak Prapto's index finger down the name on the absent list.

His face was seriously staring at the row of names, but maybe in his heart even sang the song cap cip cup buds choose which one would want in the cup.

There were already seven people lined up in front of the class while bowing in prayer. Hope someone can answer the question correctly or hope his friend come to the call so that both pegel or equally embarrassed.

"If the cave was another course, Pak Prapto would lose" whispered Nico to the adek class next to him.

"Pak Prapto at best only this course doang," he said again.

Adek class that mangosteen do not understand. Nico looked to the right side. The ordinary girl was looking at him. Looking at Nico who was turning towards her, the girl immediately lowered her head and glanced towards her watch.

Hmm surely he hoped that the lecture hours would soon run out, Nico's inner self while looking at the girl with a look of disdain.

Not bad, until the afternoon was dijabanin the same Pak Prapto, thought Nico saw the girl's turmoil who briefly saw the clock.

Mr. Prapto still continues to call names one by one.

"Nobody has answered this question correctly!" the baritone sound of Pak Prapto further adds to the horror atmosphere in the room.

"Or, anyone want to go straight into the ranks? So no need to pretend to think in front of the blackboard," said Pak Prapto sakartis. Suddenly the ordinary girl raised her hand.

"You want to march straight in front?" ask Mr. Prapto cynically.

"I want ... men .. to answer about sir," the girl replied while standing hesitating.

"Try it!" said Mr. Prapto.

"What's your name?" ask Mr. Prapto while giving a marker to the ordinary girl.

"Breance ... Sir," he replied softly barely audible.

Hearing Reana's unconvincing voice, Mr. Prapto felt unsure that the girl could do it. But the father still let him try. Reana stood ready in front of the blackboard, then turned to look at Mr. Prapto.

"If it's true .. I can go straight home, right sir?" ask the girl to remind me of Mr. Prapto's promise.

"This class can go home, if you can answer correctly," said Mr. Prapto while pointing at the entire room.

The girl, Reana, cleans the whiteboard that her friends have written. Then start writing line by line, number by number, step by step.

All stared silently at him, watching row after row neatly written on the board. Up to half the whiteboard filled, Pak Prapto still hasn't stopped it.

Numerical analysis, one problem can spend two pages even more double folio. Reana almost finished the blackboard a little more, all dumbfounded, gaping, amazed.

I wish the girl could finish it right. Hope to be released from the torture camp soon. So does Nico's hope, he wants to get out of that air-conditioned hell soon. Reana ended her answer by giving two underscores. Pak Prapto.

"This girl is your savior, you can all go home" Mr. Prapto told all the students.

All the students were grateful, their do'a was granted. Soon all the students moved to fix the books and wanted to run away immediately.

Congratulations, they said in their hearts.

Including Nico who is currently still feeling the pleasure of sitting on the bench. While Ardi had already preceded him standing in front of the class.

Sacred bench, I love you, Nico said inwardly, then glanced at Rebecca in front of the class.

The girl looks embarrassed about not being able to do anything about it, but only for a little while. After that she stood up gracefully as if waiting for the announcement of the election jury of Puteri Indonesia.

"Before you go home, you first note this answer," said Mr. Prapto. Stopping students who I could prick want to go home soon.

"I've already noted it sir, can I go home?" reana asked, suddenly in front of Mr. Prapto.

Mr. Prapto nodded in agreement, he was sure the girl had solved the matter from earlier. Reana rushed out after saying thanks. Half-running he chases the time that was missed due to the matter of college today.

Yeah, he should leave soon. Carry out her responsibilities as a waitress in a family restaurant. Nico was stunned, how the girl could work on that matter so easily.

What is his head made of? Inner Nico.

If Ardi hadn't surprised him, maybe Nico would still be staring at the girl.

"Who is he?" nico's stupid questions just slide by.

"Reana, don't you hear me?" sahut Dito's.

Nico was silent, why did he ask so. Obviously Nico is like a person who is obsessed with something he cannot have, which is intelligence working on Numerical Analysis.

Ardi, Dito, Rommy and Nico how can they be friends? It all started the first time they were accepted at this college. Nico started looking around for people who looked smart.

Smart people must be opponents or invited to victory.

Sometimes Nico smiles himself remembering that, misperception. The bespectacled Rommy looked like a very intelligent person. Can be a discussion friend in completing college tasks.

Thick glasses, thin bodies, like people who are more concerned with learning than eating, Nico analyzed at the time. But what to say, not in accordance with expectations. Thick glasses do not guarantee people to be smart.

If Ardi and Dito have been friends since they were one High School even once a class.

Their hobbies are the same, namely betting, the rewards can be meal deals, concert tickets or items that are targeted. Hobbies are not good but can be transmitted to Nico and Rommy. Fortunately, it was not a plague.

Unlike Nico who befriends Rommy because he wants to absorb his intelligence. Ardi and Dito have a simpler reason to find a smart friend to cheat on. As a result, they unite because they have one thing in common, namely both deceived thick glasses.

...~ Connect ~...