Need (Y)Our Help: Fyzo

New kid?

The day after day that I was running seemed to be the same, there was nothing more interesting than hearing the news of the bullies who were sick so they could not attend school. I was actually born as a perfect child, but because of my own work all the perfection was lost. Some people call it a test from God, some also mention karma because I was a bad boy.

Thanks to my shortcomings, at least I do not need to do manual labor that relies on muscles, I still have a brain. A lot of light work stuff relies more on intelligence, and maybe this is my only chance. By using reason, I don't have to sweat, I don't have to exert all my body, just rely on my brain, and I get what I deserve.

However, I live in a world where everything is neutral, something positive always comes with negativity. It's beyond my expectations but maybe this is a limitation so that I don't become arrogant. Some bullies always pranked me, and I remembered who I was. Only a child is disabled by his own actions.

Today my class is the arrival of new students, like the scene of new students in general he introduced himself in front of the class, some crocodiles have already started to act, he said, some girls had already given each other sharp gazes. Given that the students in my class have several camps that every hour of rest has its own group.

Luck doesn't happen often, it's not a romantic movie, or anything like that. Even though I was sitting at the very back of the bench, and alone, the teacher did not tell the new boy to sit with me. It's not strange or disappointing. It was already imagined that if that were to happen, the number of my annoyances would be even more. I'm comfortable enough with an existing bully.

The break has arrived, some students leave the class for lunch, some of them are directly playing in the school field, there are also those who stay in class to eat their own made provisions. Me? Of course I also made my own provisions, simple enough to at least be able to withstand hunger for the next few hours.

With 5 minutes to spare, I usually spend my time drawing, writing stupid scripts, or playing musical instruments if I take them along, but sometimes some students always force me to lend it to them so that the result is the same as me not bringing a musical instrument to school.

The hour came home, the students left the class like sheep who had just come out of their enclosure to visit the green field. I usually wait a while until they all come home, and calm down for a while. 30 minutes passed, it was time for me to go home.

The security guard has understood my habit of being alone in class, if only he finished his lecture, maybe now he can become a psychiatrist, or a teacher BK. He still regrets it today, because without a diploma, no one believes a talent without proof, although sometimes there is less evidence for them to believe.

“What's your house through M block?” ask someone I don't even know who he is, and when I look around it turns out to be the new kid.

“My house is indeed in block M, want to go home together?” I answered, indeed the housing of the M block is quite far if we use normal roads or with the help of GPS, but people who grew up there like me have certainly memorized the shortcut, so I offered him help.

“Will someone pick you up?”

“I usually drive 2 things to get to my house.”

“Coming 2 different angkot?”

“Not, those two things are my shoes.” Oh my God, I'm such a weird joke. What am I joking for anyway?

“You are definitely not a human.. housing is very far from here even block A!” with a frightened face he accused me of not being human, and his index finger pointed at me. Not a strange thing for me, I was often accused of not being human just because I was different.

“I was born, and grew up there, the way the rat led to it has become common knowledge to me. It is a bit convoluted but at least save money.” After being accused of not being human, now maybe I will be labeled as a miser. But after hearing my answer, he slowly approached me, and nodded.

“Sorry, I just spoke. My name is Sina, your name is Fayzul right?”

“Yes, actually I don't care who you are, I only offer help as long as it can still be done.” We went home together through some small alleys, stinky gutters, and some other rat roads.

While on the way home, we did not talk to each other, just continued for 15 minutes without stopping. Although the trip home this time is longer than usual because she is a woman plus there is a considerable possibility that she is usually escorted anywhere by vehicle.

After passing through the alley, I plan to ride the angkot only for today. I invited him to sit for a moment, and wait for the angkot bus to pass by. Luckily, it was not until 2 minutes that the bus that passed through our residence had arrived.

“Liar! You said you always walked towards the house!? The proof is now riding the vehicle!” With a breath he said so to me.

“Look at me, and you. I can still walk, and can't bear to leave a new child in the middle of the journey. So I decided for today we just boarded the public transport.” My answer. After listening to my words, he was just pensive, and nodded. Now that I have 2 choices, if he is the same fate as me, I will have to go home tomorrow by public transportation while teaching this new child. If he's not as lucky as I am, maybe I'll ask him not to follow me anymore.

“Our journey today is longer than riding public transportation from the beginning, not your fault entirely, but.. Is no one going to look for you? The first day of school will usually be noticed from his departure until home.”

“Actually.. I didn't change schools because I wanted to or follow my parents, it was because I never grew up, and my parents kicked me out of the house, and bought me a house in a house very far from my house.” Hearing his answer I was not too surprised because from the looks of him he was like a spoiled child. Honestly, I envy her, if I were her, I would enjoy it with pleasure.

“Why just shut up!? Don't you aka-“

“Sst!! I won't bear any evil fruit on you or use you because you're a son of a conglomerate, to be honest I'm just jealous of you. If only I were you.” I said it while turning my face to the streets. And we were almost at our destination, I didn't talk to him much anymore until we got off the public transport.

“Yes... This is where you have to stop if using public transportation, starting tomorrow I will show you from you must ride public transportation.” I said while paying the fare, it would be inappropriate if I now charge him money, so inevitably I have to pay the fare for two people.

“Too many, for per/one with the distance it only takes 5% of your money. I am being kind anyway. So, don't think about it.” Even this child has a slow thinking power, the public vehicle that had left half a minute ago.

“The reason you walk away is to save your money, right? That means for your own fare alone is already very valuable to you!! I also wouldn't feel comfortable if I owed someone.”

“Just relax, because we only climbed for half the distance from the school, the cost is also only half. So, for the two people it was no different than if I rode it with a distance from the school to this place.” His mind was quite mature, he also appreciated others. Maybe her parents wanted her to be a person who could live independently.

“What if next time I pay the fare?”

“May, but only for a day. If more than that, I owe you.” We walked a few meters, and had reached the residential area. His face was quite happy because this was his first time expending his energy only to return to his resting place even though it was not his home.

“My house is here, want to stop by for a minute?”

“No, after all the housing is the same starting from the location, space, and size.”

“Born I bought juice! I'll give it to you, you look weak, and your tone is also like someone who's sick. So, I hope I can help you even a little.” Now I'm finding out the problem of why his parents kicked this kid out. In addition to spoiled speech tone is quite arrogant.

“No, thank you.. I helped you selflessly, and my home is not far from here either. Look, from the street lamp, you just need to turn left, and just look for a house that has the number 21.”

“Don't it look far enough!? Come onl.. I forced!”

“No, see you..” I left him, and walked towards my house.

Arriving at home, as usual there was no other welcome other than the question of where have I been?, especially today I came home a little late than usual. Let's vote fate, if my guess is right I'll play the game until night, if I'm wrong, I'll do PR first then draw.

“From anywhere? Any schoolwork?” Ask my brother, I guess.

“There is a little jammed on the road, maybe a traffic accident. So the bus stopped for a few minutes.” I always lied that I was doing my activities as they thought. The pocket money given to me was also the result of their thoughts for what money was.

My family is not rich, nor poor. My family is just a family that is too planning, I am also quite reluctant to ask for extra pocket money if I want something or there is a school project so I myself have to manage my finances. My family was meticulous enough for the less important thing that they forgot one of the most important things, which was an emergency.

For my own money, I keep the money with a small nominal in the pocket of the outermost wallet, the nominal is in the middle, and the emergency money with a large enough nominal behind. Fortunately my family also does not care much about the state of food at home so I am free to bring supplies whenever I want to save pocket money.

All right, 'cause I was guessing it was time for me to play a game. But I haven't turned on the computer yet, my name has been called. That means comparison time, when my parents see other children more than me or have something I don't have, and then I'll be judged.

Not infrequently my parents call me “not normal” because they compare the lifestyle of teenagers in their time, and today. Many times I have been required to show them that I too can be who they want me to be to the point that I forget who I am. Maybe the present me is very different from the old me in the past never experienced this period of comparison.

Last I remember when I lost myself when I started entering Junior High. At that time I was still adapting to a new lifestyle, and feeling tired after school, and raining. I didn't even know that the clothes were still not lifted so all the clothes got soaked, and I was called to be slapped.

They say it's my fault for being insensitive to the environment, and being too monotonous on one thing, which is gaming. Then they confiscated all my belongings, and demanded that I be more sensitive to home, from doing homework to practicing sensibilities that were not really important. After all this house is not as big as a villa that is required to have a maid.

And the thing that empowers them to put more pressure on me than my brother, and my sister, because I'm the only boy in this house, from the kitchen to the clothes I have to take care of. They also sometimes make my brother as the main benchmark of comparison where he is always told as a filial golden boy, and never fought back, now he has worked away from home.

My own defense is meaningless if it has entered this time of comparison. If I resist, I will be punished, if I ask for sympathy for the condition of my two arms, I will be insulted. What kind of parent insulted his own child? Sometimes I wish that when I was given such a command to lift a heavy weight, my arm was broken in front of them, and the doctor said that my arm had to be amputated.

I cannot enjoy my life or my youth. Once I defended myself during a period of comparison by reversing the fact that my time was spent taking care of home affairs, they demanded my less flexible life, and even calling me an idiot because they think my thinking is just a game, and a house.

They never thought that I learned because I rarely get good achievements like my brothers, and my sister who always gets 1st in a row. Maybe it's true, I just don't deserve to have a life, and my ego, or maybe my life ended after I was in junior high school.

After my brain is washed like this, there may be a point in all my faults. From that moment on I always blamed myself. And tonight there's no game, nor study. I'm tired for today.

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