My Pole Ketos
The First Chat (Alex)
I lay on the bed dominated by black and white and sighed at the scene. Why do I have various incidents with that girl? It is my fault that I also put the package and my goal is to return the package. And as it turns out, the punch is strong enough for a girl's size. I remembered something that I had to complete my group task and unfortunately, I was one group with the girl. I picked up the phone on the nightstand and wanted to type something. However, I forgot if I didn't have his WA number. I had to get out of bed and open my silver laptop while doing my part. After 1 hour passed, I was almost done with my task and I thought there was a message on my phone. I opened the message and raised my eyebrows who sent the chat.
+628310215980
Hey pole, save my contact.
In a moment, only one person called me. Is that girl?
Alexandros
Wh who?
+628310215980
It's me, Kayla.
My guess turned out to be correct and I improved my sitting position to be comfortable.
Alexandros
You yeah. Whahuh?
Multiatitude Girls
Just wanted to tell me that my part is done. When to discuss?
Alexandros
Tomorrow.
Multiatitude Girls
Okay. I hate you's. Watashi anata wa daikirai (i hate you)
Alexandros
Y.
My chat ended and felt unwilling if it had to end like this I do not know what language he used after the word I hate you. I wanted to type something, but I paled because something came to my mind. I went out and down the stairs to the dining room. I saw that Mother was preparing dinner that is my favorite Oseng-Oseng Kangkung and Oyster Sauce Fish for both of us and she looked at me and I showed a smile that I had been holding so that Mother gave her smile, but the hope was dashed and all I got was a flat look from Mother. I sighed and started taking the dishes and then took the side dishes. When I wanted to eat, something made my ears catch the sound a little.
“How is your school?” The question made my heart a little happy and I couldn't stop my smile.
“Good and my duties are quite a lot.” I replied rather cheerfully.
“So. Take care of your health and do not let you like Mother.” Mother's sweat is quite flat, but her eye beads seem to worry me.
“Iya.” I replied cheerfully. We ate and only the sound of the clanking of spoons with plates filled our silence. After eating, Mommy glanced at me and asked me something that certainly made me a bit upset.
“You have a girlfriend?”
“No. It is better to directly bring the girl in front of Mother and ask for blessing to Mother.” I replied annoyed and a smile from Mother engraved that makes me happy and want to hug Mother, but the trembling and shadow of the past still prevents me from doing it and Mother is aware of it.
“Mother knows you are still afraid of Mother. However, there will be a girl who helps you deal with it and you have to help her even though the girl you meet is not the perfect girl like the fairy tale princess you have heard all along.” his advice then left me by pushing the wheel on his own wheelchair towards the room. I nodded lethargicly and brought the dirty dishes to the dishwasher. After I finished washing the dishes, I climbed the stairs and entered my room. I headed towards the balcony and looked at the starless sky like it had been stripped naked. I sighed and looked at my hand and accidentally had a few glimpses of the past that I wasn't too afraid of being close to the girl. She seemed different from all the girls who immediately fell in love when she saw me, she looked at me as if I was her sworn enemy and I did not know when her hatred had grown. I remember the first time we met and everything from him as if making a smile on my face.
*2 Years 1 Week, after MOS
I entered the school gate and was greeted by the whispers of various students, not to forget also from the whispers of girls that make me sick to my ears.
“Gruesome handsome.”
“Type I'm really, beb.”
“Said she's close to a girl huh?”
“
Not ah, seen wherever a girl no one dared to decet him.” I stuffed my headset and tuned a song that would make my mood better. The pitch made me unfocused and accidentally bumped into the girl in front of me. The girl fell down and her things fell down too. My body did not stop shaking so scared of the girl in front of me and I decided to leave her. A shoe hit my back so much that it made me quite in pain and screams that sounded so loud that it invited the attention of all the students there.
“BASIC MEN'S CEMEN, POLES, NYEBELIN, AND NO RESPONSIBILITY!” I turned towards the source of the voice and his face was flushed red and I came straight towards him.
“Sorry.” I answered flat and passed leaving it.
“FORGIVE ME NOT TO MAKE ANYONE FORGIVE YOU. REMEMBER, YOU ARE NOW JUST A MASK TO COVER YOUR TRUE SELF AND THE WORLD WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU ONLY CARRY THAT MASK!” his screams and words felt insinuating to me and had a glance at him. I saw a light shining on the girl and she cried while saying something that again made my tears almost slip out.
“The world just wants to test you how you survive what the world does with your efforts. Believe me, cry if you have a problem and face the world with your bluff and effort.”
Ck
I don't like anyone who knows my weaknesses so far. Is he a descendant of a psychic or what? He seemed to know my weakness and he seemed to understand me. I clenched my hand and turned to look at it.
"Hey, are you playing a drama?" tanyaku. He rubbed his tears and snot violently.
"No. Why play drama if the player is not there." he replied with a plain face. I who heard him held my laughter because of the expression he showed.
"Why? My answer is wrong?" ask with the same face. I held back my laughter and glanced sharply at her so that I wouldn't be mistaken to laugh at her.
"No." I answered and left. It was as if I had seen it just after the light shone on it. Who is he and why does he know my weakness? The students' laughter there rang out and I flicked my shoulders as if it was none of my business anymore.
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Finally, I got class X IPA 5 which is quite close to the canteen. Most new students head to the cafeteria to buy food or as a place for tongkrongan.
Crates
Crates
Crates
The bell rang and many students entered and there were some who were confused looking for something, whether it was their class or their bench. In the middle of the crowd, the sound of shoes clashing against the floor approached us, the door opened and a young teacher appeared who I estimated was about 27 years old.
“Morning sir.” answer all students in my class.
“Include my name Muhammad Ali Al-Arsya, call me Pak Ali and I am here as your homeroom teacher.” know him and all the students are happy because their homeroom teacher is young, moreover, the girls in this class scramble to ask questions to Mr. Ali.
“Pak, single dad huh?”
“Pak, I want to ask for his phone number.”
“Pak, sometime ajarin I love mr.”
The less important question was just the wind and a familiar voice suddenly appeared in the crowd.
“Do not disturb Mr. Ali. Pak Ali has a wife know.” he replied in a flat tone. I looked at her and it was the girl this morning. How many faces does he have that look different this morning?
“Sok know only you.” deny one of the students there.
“Pak Ali is married.” keukehnya.
“Not much reason, just say you like our homeroom.” quipped and got a smile from the girl.
“Udah Kay, don't make trouble again. Let's just.” prevent short girls who are with the girl from getting in the way so that there is no commotion. However, the girl who insinuated him pushed the short girl down and her back hit the bench there. Not staying silent, the girl called Kay immediately approached the girl who pushed her friend and gave a raw bogeman towards her. Kay smiled satisfied to see his opponent suffer and he wanted to continue the action, but Mr. Ali prevented the commotion.
“Already, you are still in 1st grade and have made trouble. For Kayla's statement it's true because Kayla is my niece.” she replied and immediately took the girl whose name turned out to be Kayla out of class. Previously, he helped his friend and took him to his seat and immediately gave something.
“Your fingertips did something with my best friend, so meet me in the front yard of school after school for me to execute!” his memory was in a flat tone and Mr. Ali called out to him so that he dropped out of class. I was curious about the school and dropped out of class. I walked around in an uncertain direction to see various school facilities, ranging from halls, football fields, libraries, and my steps stopped on the basketball court because of the silence of the voice I heard. I approached the source of the voice and it became clearer there.
“Do not make your parents troubled by your actions.” remember someone I thought was a teacher who scolded his students.
“I wouldn't be willing to Om if Laily was treated like that. School seems like a court of law is not entitled and as if they treat the law as it is.” he replied with annoyance. This voice, I know that the one speaking this is Kayla, the girl I met this morning.
“Om knows you are upset and care about Laily, but you think carefully how about if your parents send you to Japan to continue their business there? Om has defended you so that you stay in school here on condition that you must not do anything at school.” teacher advice called om by Kayla. I wondered who the girl was, because during the commotion, I fell asleep. I eavesdropped behind the walls of the basketball court and put my ears on nicely.
“Om Ali knows that I don't like it in Japan because it makes me feel homesick about my High School and my home here and there are other reasons to do it here.” is clear and I'm pretty shocked that
our homeroom teacher is the uncle of this girl.
“Whatever your reason, get it done and you know that you have to go to Japan after graduation and there is no reason anymore. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“Let's go back to class before everything becomes runyam.” The conversation ended and I quickly hid behind the corridor and luckily they did not catch me. After the two of them left, I got out of there and walked as usual as if nothing had happened. I wonder why that girl went to Japan? What was with him to the point of having to delay his departure? Ah, bodo I took care of it and accidentally sliced my hazelnut to see someone I meant in the library where he was reading a classic or modern novel with a focus as if he was making his own world. I was amazed that every time I saw it, there was always a light shining on it. It was just my imagination and I went from there to class. Arriving in class, a strange look was on me and I tried to sit back on my stool. Then, the girl I saw in the library went back to class and acted like nothing had happened and sat on her stool. A strange look was directed towards the girl and the girl smiled. The atmosphere was again conducive when our homeroom returned and teaching and learning activities began*.
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The ringing of my phone surprised me and I opened a message from the girl. It turns out that it is true what people used to say, when someone talks about or thinks about someone else, it is as if someone else is telling us that he is here.
Multiatitude Girls
Don't forget to bring your laptop
Alexandros
Do you not have any?
Multiatitude Girls
No, males would like to bring it
Alexandros
Don't be lazy, you'll be hard on your own
Multiatitude Girls
Are you ready for me?
Right, why do I even care? It's up to him to do it.
Alexandros
Right, why care about you?
Multiatitude Girls
Just realized, right? Where have you been all this time?
Alexandros
I don't know
Multiatitude Girls
The longer I hate you, the more I hate you. Wait for me at school tomorrow! I will beat you with my hand. I hate you and watashi anata wa daikirai.
She's a really weird girl. All this time, the chat I received from the girl SKSD (Sok Knew Sok Near) just read, I read, but this girl chat I read even I reply outside the topic of group duty and she seemed to say it without thinking long.
“Truly magical this chick.” I said with a small smile. I realized that I had said this and hit my head against the wall.
“I went crazy thinking about it. What surprise did he do to me? I can't wait for him.” muttered and got up from the balcony of my room.
It's like a rainbow surprise box.
There were too many surprises that he gave.
And I held it tight as if it were mine.
