My Lovely Busybody Girl's

11 - Bribe

"DORPOISE!! WHAT'S YOUR HAND?!" Mela who had just arrived in front of the class hysterically looked at her compatriot who was currently wearing a cast on her left hand.

Shaila just smiled displaying her neat rows of teeth. "No papa, really."

"What about papa? The news has been spread all over the school about you being hit by a motorcycle Kak Arka, you know?" mela said exaggeratingly.

Indeed, as long as he walked in the corridor, his school friends excitedly showed the video they recorded yesterday about Shaila lying next to Arka's motorbike until the man who carried her.

"This is not because of him really, I am just that unlucky again until this deh. but not papa, as if I can already naklukin him dong," said Shaila proudly.

Mela tightens her seat on Gita enthusiastically. "What do you mean he wants to do?" Mela covered her widened mouth together with her two eyes. "Don't tell me you're being? That's why play that big-slinging?"

Both of Shaila's eyebrows were adrift, how could this best friend think of such a far thing. "No! Who is it? You think about it, Mel."

"What do you mean by naklukin?"

"He will carry out his sentence without me being forced again. There's also good luck with my hands like this."

Mela hits Shaila's head with her book. "Lo tuh well, instead of loving yourself even looking for the same problem he until your own hands like this. Karen you yourself said you wanted to stop taking care of him!"

Shaila gently stroked the head that had been hit by Mela. "His name is also human, it can change. In part I agree with Mr. Rashudin if Arka is actually a good person, the proof is that he brought a motor tuh obeying exactly the same traffic signs, there is no speeding or nyerobot that," shaila said something that shocked her yesterday.

Mela made a move as if she wanted to hit Shaila until she blinked her eyes in fear. "That's my mah so too! There's nothing, La. If I don't care, look at it tomorrow - tomorrow you're just as troubled as anyone I won't help!" menacam Mela's.

"Emang all this time you never helped me again the same trouble people?" shaila Cibir.

Mela turned her head and wanted to hit Shaila when Tirut, their English teacher was already in front of the classroom which suddenly became quiet. Shaila stuck out her tongue at Mela who now looked anxious with her.

While on a different floor, Arka's class is in Indonesian lessons taught by a teacher named Lisa. The bespectacled teacher stopped her teaching when she saw something confusing.

"Reyhan, Zaki, what are you doing there?" asked Lisa to two students who were sitting quietly listening to her lesson in the corner of the bench.

The one called out only frowned. "Learn ma'am, maen bekel. How the hell is this Mom," replied Reyhan who made the whole class laugh.

"What I asked was why did you come in? Aren't you guys getting suspended?"

Zaki scratched his head and scowled revealing his row of neat teeth. "We forgot to get suspended, Mom."

"Now you remember, right? If it comes out!" lisa said firmly.

"Ey, don't do it, ma'am. We want to learn too."

Lisa sighed heavily, she should have known that she alone could not deal with the three culprits in her class. Lisa put down the book she was holding, she left the class.

"Why would Dora's mother?"

Her mother Dora is their call to Lisa because the teacher's haircut is just like the girl's favorite cartoon.

"Don't call Parachute again, Rey."

And sure enough, before long a middle-aged teacher carrying a rattan in her hand came followed by Lisa behind her. Rashudin stood in front of the class while laying on his waist.

Rashudin pointed at Reyhan and Zaki with his rotations. "You two come with me."

"Yes, sir. Are we going to learn more about being told to come out? Not a preacher Mr," said Zaki who again made the class chuckle.

Rashudin glared at the two mischievous disciples. "Care or do I drag it to the gate?"

"Ih Father is very sadistic, lost to clowns in the film It, his face is the same even though," said Zaki without sin.

The atmosphere of the classroom was getting crowded with the laughter of the students. Rashudin who was getting more and more emotional approached Zaki and Reyhan and made the two handsome men stand up without being told.

"We're out, sir. Okay well? Not a cut, is it?" reyhan asked as he carried his bag over the other side beside Rashudin.

"Ka, if you're back on the phone, well, we're in the cafeteria" Zaki shouted from the front door of the classroom.

"There are no canteens, you go straight home!" rasyudin's orders.

"You guys..."

Reyhan and Zaki ran out dodging Rashudin who had already taken a swing to hit them with his rattan. Inevitably they had to go home even though they did not know what to do in the morning like this.

Rashudin apologized to Lisa because the two 'favorite' students had messed up the lesson, he then glanced briefly at Arka who was lying his head on the table with his right hand stretched out forward, he said, as if not disturbed by the commotion that his two friends made earlier.

Rashudin sighed before finally leaving the classroom, he would entrust the child to Shaila. Rarsyudin believes that Shaila can change Arka to find her true identity.

*****

Rest hours in the canteen of Bumi Putera High School are very crowded, all tables and benches are filled with students who are spending their rest time eating or just talking.

It made Shaila and Mela difficult to find a seat, their heads began to ache turning in all directions looking for a seat. Shaila's face sparkled as her eyes found a table filled with only one person.

Shaila invites Mela who brings two bowls of meatballs belonging to the two of them to come closer. Mela was shocked when she found out that the bench waiter was Arka, it was fitting that no one dared to sit there.

Shaila fearlessly sat in front of Arka, while Mela looked doubtful as the man gave both of them a look of dislike, plus Arka was smoking at the moment. Shaila pulled Mela's hand to sit beside her.

"Hi, Arka," said Shaila cheerfully ignoring the deadly gaze of the man in front of her. Currently Shaila invited the curious gazes of all the disciples who saw the incident.

"What are you doing here?"

"Ngapain according to lo? Yes eat it!" Shaila stared at the table in front of Arka which was filled only by a cigarette box and also a glass of ice cappuccino. "Lo don't eat?"

"It's none of your business!"

Shaila sneered at Arka with her lips, she glanced at a cigarette flanked by Arka's index and middle fingers. Shaila had to do something to get Arka to stop her smoking but not too clearly because of course the man would not obey her, then what should she do?

Shaila smiled as an idea just popped into her head. "Arka, bribe me dong!"

Mela who was busy chewing her meat became choked to hear Shaila's crazy request, as well as the cafeteria residents who were staring at Shaila with a look of disbelief, even some of them began to record the incident step.

Arka looked at Shaila as if she was staring at a horde of penguins at the Ragunan Zoo. "What did you say?"

"Ih Arka handsome bolot. Bribe!" repeat Shaila, this time with a higher voice.

"Why should I be bribed?"

"My hands are hurting." Shaila raised her left hand that was wearing a cast.

"With the pain of your left hand, your right hand can still be used!"

"Setep can not, my balance so disturbed because of my left hand, which there later I eat the straw."

Mela snorted at the unreasonable reason of her best friend.

"Nothing, don't want me. Eat it yourself!"

Shaila pretended to put on a sad face. "I don't want to, let me eat myself. So nyesel I nolongin lo yesterday until my hand so this," complained Shaila with a small voice but still Arka can hear.

Arka sighed heavily ill-fated, she who hated debt the most and felt guilty finally gave up. "Yes, it's here!" Arka takes the meatballs that Shaila thrusts.

"Smoke up!"

"Bawel lo!" Arka puts out her cigarette under the table and throws her butt into the trash beside her.

Shaila smiled triumphantly and accepted the bribe after bribe Arka gave. Both Mela and the rest of the canteen stared at the rare event in disbelief, snapping at their shots to remind them that this had happened in their school.

Arka feels lucky because currently his two friends are not here, because if they see this, they see this, Arka is sure that the two will not stay still and even more excited than the people who are shooting or recording it now.

*****

TB