Mr. Jutek

A Wound For The Third Time.

Since that threat, I no longer care about Indra. He also did not say hello as he passed by in front of my class. I don't know what's on Indra's mind.

Indra was not this rough. He is gentle, polite and attentive. I no longer know that figure now. The figure seemed to go far, far away.

From the deepest recesses of my heart, there is still a little love that I have inscribed. Though perhaps, that love has eroded little by little.

She said I was the first woman to accept her for who she was, and I didn't see how much money she had.

As he spoke, I muttered in my heart. Yeah, is. People of our era PDKT, he did not say that he was the son of a rich man, as well as the sole heir to his father's wealth.

I brewed the warm tea I ordered from Tini's mbak shop. As usual, at the second break, Siti, Desy, and Vita gathered after performing the congregational prayer.

Take a moment off my love problems. Joking around laughing with them, was the most wonderful entertainment for me.

I saw from a distance, Indra was walking towards me. Perhaps, he wanted to apologize for his rude remark.

"What do you mean, huh?" bentak Indra's. He immediately pulled my hand violently.

I gasped in shock and endured the pain in my wrist. Indra was gripping so strongly. I saw Indra's face was angry.

"Whatchu mean? Release him! It hurts!" my moans.

Indra pulled out her dress, then showed me a photo. Photo of me and Lutfi sitting together on the terrace of Indomaret.

Plakkkp...

The slap landed smoothly on my cheek. This was Indra's third slap. My tears are flowing.

"Dra, Uh! What the fuck are you slapping Husna for?" Excited Siti while hugging me.

Desy and Vita push Indra, keeping her away from me.

"Fuck up!" Indra immediately left, followed by his two aides.

I'm disappointed, I think he'll apologize. Evil senses! He didn't listen to my explanation first about the photo. Is that a man? Is that love? Nah! I think Indra only makes me as a lover of shadow and as an outlet for his violence.

I ran straight to school with a sobbing cry. Everyone I've been through has asked. "Mbak Husna why?"

I can't answer that. My lips feel stiff. Heart's broken.

Arriving in class, I could only cry by lowering my head on the table.

"Mom! Wh why? What's up?" ask Rizky. hysterical.

I heard Siti explain everything to Rizky.

"Mister, who is patient. Already crying. Husna's mother is usually cheerful. Where to smile and laugh." Rizky. Although Rizky's words were very stale, but at least he had made me a little calm.

That was the word he always uttered, when he saw me crying. This is not the first time I have cried either. But it's been dozens of times.

I'm lucky to be here. I was met with friends who always entertained me and loved me.

I thought in my daydream. Did I choose the wrong guy? I remember the early days of dating Indra. So many are against. Even directly incised wounds with harsh and bullyan speech. Either my friend or my teacher, no one agrees with my relationship with Indra. Now, I know. Why is everyone following me, to leave Indra. Maybe I should, I follow the advice of my friends and teachers. To break up with that bastard.

I remember what happened a few months ago. About the same thing. A slap from someone I love, landed seamlessly on his cheek. Stupid me, still holding on until the third slap this time.

I am a fool!

The first slap of Indra. Is when I was angry, when Indra went to take Vita to Ungaran, without my knowledge. I know, if Vita secretly likes Indra. Ah, precisely Indra's money. He always asked for Indra's money for snacks. And I'm his girlfriend? I still have my pride.

The second slap, while I was sitting with Rizky. Am I wrong to sit with my classmates? But it's weird. He was just angry when I got close to Rizky. Like there was a grudge between them, which I didn't know clearly.

Then the third slap, this slap. Because of my picture and Lutfi's. He doesn't want to hear my explanation.

I'm certain. I dropped my heart wrong. I was wrong to accept Indra. I'm a fool still with a rude man who has no conscience.

I saw the clock showing at 12:55 WIB. That's the sign, five minutes more lessons will begin soon.

I ran straight to the toilet. Expect the lebab to be cheeked, slightly camouflaged after washing with water.

Bruck...

I hit Andi's mas.

"Sorry." I cleaned up Andi's book that was scattered.

"Just walk away, can't you, Na? Why cover your face? Sloppy!"

Mas Andi stared intently and astonished.

"Mas, why look at me like that? I'm not a ghost, yeah. I'm Husna. Husna Ainun - Huda. I'll see a ghost."

"You just got into a fight?"

"Defamation! How could a sweet girl like me fight."

"Your cheek."

Oh no! I forgot my cheeks were red. I forgot to cover my face again. Ah, it is always wrong to have to deal with this jutek man. His eyes are so cold.

"Why?" Imbuh mas Andi's. I bow my head.

"If you don't answer. I'll report Miss Ana," threatened Andi.

What a terrible threat! I really hate dealing with Ana's mom. The BK teacher who always sucks and makes blood boil, if you have to face Ana.

Cring... Cring... Crings ...

The bell has rung.

"Sorry, Mas. The bell has rung. I go to the toilet first. I'm not fighting. There's just a little problem. I beg you not to report to Ana" I asked.

Damnit damnit! He walked without answering my request. Cold man. It's worth it to melt with Rofi's mom. Brody was warming.

You're lucky, mas. Getting rare diamond from the figure of mbak Rofi. He was the prima donna of the Nurul Jannah foundation.

At that time, many men approached him, even openly proposed to Mbak Rofi. But as it turns out, he falls for a cold, fierce and jutek man. Luck falls on Andi. But misfortune falls on Rofi's mother. Haha

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Until the last lesson, no voice called Husna Ainun Huda's name to Ana's room. I survived. Maybe Andi didn't report, or maybe it was just a nonsense threat.

"Eh uh, mi tektek passing. Suit-suitin yuk," exclaimed Desi, as he saw Andi's mas passing in front of our class.

"Dicekin kapok, hlo Des. Ndak know shame," said mbak Nurul.

"Sir, Mas Andi it's just an expensive sell-off. The original yes has a crush on me, only he hunted with Mbak Rofi," replied Desy.

The class laughed.

Mi tektek is my nickname, which means Mr. Jutek. Ah, it was spontaneous I made when I saw him so jutek and cuey.

Since the nickname I made, the children began to imitate, as a code if mas Andi came or just passing by.

"Ciyeee, mi tektek. Suit-suit," seduce Desi with her centile style.

Gatot alias failed miserably. Mas Andi did not reply and did not glance at the slightest. Andi just walked with a calm face.

"Asem, I'm being dicuekin again hlo. Liatin. If tomorrow you have a crush on me, don't refuse me, Mas" said Desi accompanied by a cry of children. "Wuu...."

"Read, woi. Ngaca," cried Dita

"That's a hell of a deal," overwrite Azmi

"Dream kelues" said Siti

We all laughed out loud.

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*Griv ... As it turns out, Andi mas can be good too, hlo gaes😊. He saved me by not reporting the slap case to Ana's mom. Argh, maybe he's eating wrong today. If so, continue to eat wrong. Ckckk.

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