My Brother's Friend

Mr. J

I have arrived in my class, the most chaotic and difficult class to control (the version of the teachers and other students). The class is painted green and filled with pictures that are the work of all the students in this class.

Almost seventy percent of the occupants of this class are those who always come late, do not dress neatly, do not do the task and also many who break the rules

I don't understand why it ends here either. I never broke the rules or was late for school.

I don't know, I let things go the way they should. Most importantly I now feel comfortable and also not threatened even though this class is called haunted class.

Although this class is haunted and chaotic, but the condition of my class does not reflect as it occupies. My class is still neatly organized and also looks clean like the other classes.

I sat on the bench number two from the front, I deliberately sat there because if I sat in the front row then they would all say if I was a welcome statue and if I sat in the back row then I was not you will never be able to hear the explanation of the lesson that Mr. Mother Teacher taught, because they will all automatically talk and continue to talk as they please as if there is no Teacher who teaches.

I just sit by myself and don't want to be with anyone. I did it all because I didn't want to repeat the dispute that happened a few weeks ago.

Tragically no, at home I was very restrained with Bang Reza, and at school I was very unable to concentrate because of the actions of my friends.

A middle-aged, thick-moustached and bald-headed man had just entered my classroom. Spontaneously they all laughed and the one who was laughed at was just silent because they were very familiar with this condition.

That man is Mr. Emmanuel. The headmaster of Dirgahayu High School where I am currently studying. He then announced that from today there would be a substitute Master who would replace Mr. Doris, a math teacher who suffered from high blood pressure after teaching my class.

Mr. Emmanuel then invited in a man who still looks young, maybe the same age as Bang Reza. The man was tall, white and straight-haired who was now shaved neatly and made him look very charming.

We all ended up silent and gazing towards our new Master, this was a rare thing that had happened during these two years. Not usually my friends will immediately focus on new things like what they are doing right now. It is undeniable that the charm of his new Master is able to melt anyone who looks at him, including myself.

"Good morning everyone. Introduce my name Jonathan Wibisono, you can call me Mr. J" he explained later and we all just kept quiet without answering because it had been drugged by his charming charm.

After introducing himself, then Mr. J sat in his chair and Mr. Emmanuel left my class and handed it all over to Mr. J.

Mr. J then began the math lesson and we once again fell silent and watched. It's very unusual, isn't it.

Two hours passed, Mr. J finished his lesson and they all rushed out of the classroom because they were hungry. I still faithfully sat in front of my desk, there was no desire to follow them all away.

"You, Aulia" Mr. J is approaching me. I was surprised and looked at the handsome man who had drugged us all this morning.

"I-iya, why, Mr. J?" askaku then with a slightly stuttered tone because approached by Mr. J. She was so close to me that I could smell her so soothing perfume

"You're Reza's sister, aren't you?" I also nodded

"Let's go home with me huh, no need to wait for Reza because Reza has asked me to take you home!" obviously then leave before I ask any further.

I then searched my phone and intended to contact Bang Reza, trying to find clarity with what Mr. had just said. J.

Not to mention I called her, I got a message from Bang Reza saying that today she can't pick me up and has asked her friend to take me home.

I then replied to her message and also asked her what she meant, but until ten minutes passed there was no reply from Bang Reza, not even my impression she read at all.

I see, maybe Bang Reza is in class and turns off his phone. I then stepped outside the classroom to go to the cafeteria, buy my lunch.

"Aulia," I stopped when someone called my name, someone who was none other than Shafa, he was my friend since Kindergarten actually. We were good friends all along, we were, but after my parents died and Bang Reza was always watching me, our friendship was tenuous and we stayed away a bit. That's all we're doing so that Bang Reza doesn't do anything bad.

The girl with mature skin, black hair, and small body then walked closer to me who was still standing in the doorway of my class.

"Come on," he continued, holding my arm and inviting me back into the classroom. I followed him and sat on my bench.

"Why, Fa?" tanyaku later. Syafa opened the plastic bag he had been carrying. He took out two packs of green bean bread and also two bottles of guava juice. I was surprised by what I saw.

It's been a long time that Shafa and I haven't eaten both of our favorite foods. Yeah, because you all know why.

"Let's eat, before the break is over" he said, thrusting the food at me, then he opened the bread and began to eat it.

There is a feeling of happiness and happiness, I have not done this for a long time. The happiest and the most fun. Eat with the best friend you ever had.

"Thank you, Fa. I will never forget all this, and I also apologize on behalf of Bang Reza for bullying you so much" I bowed while holding the green bean bun.

Shafa understood that if I was not okay, he tried to calm me down and it always worked.

"Together, Aulia. You don't have to apologize, I know Bang Reza did it all because Bang Reza loves you so much" Shafa continued

"Yes, Fa. Can we still be friends like before?"

"Of course, we'll be friends forever" Syafa held my hand and I replied.

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