Not Bucin's girlfriend
Shoot it?
"I don't think we're in XI class." Ayu suddenly became mellow. "One year and a half later we'll be free from this boring routine!" Although his mouth continued to speak, Ayu's hand did not stop writing answers in LKS. Cool anyway, he can think while chattering that. A child with a Superior IQ is different.
"What do you want to be after graduation? I am still confused between work, college, or marriage. Haha. Unfortunately, the last option is still constrained by candidates who still do not look neutral." Again Ayu spoke. Salut, this boy still dared to speak even though the class situation was very quiet. Mental steel. "I'm sure Sopa will go to college, Septi is between college or marriage, Leli is like marriage, if Ina I still can't see a bright future from her. Darkened. It's grim." His voice sounded dramatic at the end.
Instantly I stopped the movement of my hand that was writing, then kicked the chair that Ayu was sitting on. I happen to be sitting right behind him. I want it too my head, dear distance. I was lazy to stand up.
"That mouth is asking to be torn." I look at him annoyed, if I talk Ayu really likes to forget to brake. Where's the shit ngeselin all over again. Make people rise in blood.
"Well, I'm serious though." Ayu turned around, looking at me not to lose. "Your work every day just look at the statue, there is no benefit really."
"What?! When do I try to get him?" I don't want to lose either, I understand clearly who he means. Azam, the guy I've been taking over since X class.
"Ina mah bucin is unconscious." Soni snaps, making me even more upset.
Besides, Ayu, why the hell do you talk about it when the class is empty like this? Where is the quiet atmosphere again. Just a fray. The class leader was also very indifferent, instead of being told to be quiet even follow along. It's so nice to suck me out.
Yes, Soni was despite her blunt face, looks like a thug, and a squatting sense of humor, but she was a class leader. Eits, don't get me wrong, he was chosen not because he was smart, wise, or other traits of his countrymen. But it's an insult because he likes to skip. My class is that weird. When other classes have a reliable class leader, class XI MIA 1 is the opposite. The dilapidated class.
"What the fuck?! I'm not bucin, yeah!" Wanting me to turn the table and kick the people who call me bucin, baby it will only ease my frustration for a moment, because tomorrow they will definitely repeat it again. Just wasting energy.
Ever since they found out that I liked Azam, almost everyone in the class called me bucin. Though I did not do anything to Azam, the basic yes my friends are no self-conscious. Though originally those whose level of bucin not helped.
Again because Ayu my secret was leaked. His blong mouth is always inviting disaster, especially for me. I fired him long ago from my best friend's office. Huh.
Be I known as Ina the bucin, but I prefer to be known as beautiful and sweet, because it is true. All this because of Azam the nose of the slide! But I've killed him never!
"Betewe, Na." Sopa, my comrade Ayu entered the chat. "You've been a weak bucin for over a year, you know, sure you still don't want to shoot him?"
Well, what does it mean bucin weak try?! Don't understand me. Why did he even talk about it, anyway? This is my most compact, compact countryman cornered me! As if you can talk about this if you collect a girl? Not in class either! I'm lazy to be a laughingstock! Basic on insensitive!
This is Desti's mom why didn't she come in, anyway? Why do you have to have an event at a bad time like this? Why, Mom? Wh why? Explain me! Lah, why am I even menggedramama, anyway? Ck, ck, ck, it is difficult if you have become a victim of this soap opera.
"Shut up! You know, I've never, how do you want to shoot? Auto is rejected." Full of responsibility, I confide in all members of the class.
Nah, kan. All my classmates, they laugh. The usual on bacot doang, rumbling.
Uh, Ina, don't be so rude! My inner sanctum screams. Okay, I'm sorry.
"Cup, cup, cup. How sorry are our chicks." Septi patted me on the back, his voice full of pity, and his words were really annoying.
"Who's the chick?!" my call does not accept. Then war broke out between Ina vs. MIA 1 XI class members.
After getting tired of fighting, I ran to the toilet. Duh, I'm actually thirsty, but my drinking water is up. Want to buy water dear money, beware again bell home. If the gate opens I will go straight home. Eits, I'm going to the toilet not for a drink, yeah. Am I supposed to drink tap water? Gallon water is enough for me.
I want to wash my face, because the toilet is on the edge of the mosque, so there is a seat there. I hope there's no teacher, so I can hang out for a while. If it's hockey, I'll meet Azam there.
Speaking of Azam, even though I had been in class and rejected their idea of shooting Azam, I finally thought too. Azam's life in this school is only a matter of months, he will graduate and may not see me again. Yeah, I'm afraid he's never been, any wind what we'll meet after graduation? Oh, I'm so sad. Gini is my fate.
Should I shoot Azam, huh? But, time to shoot, anyway? Wasn't there a prologue? PDKT for example, what if later he was shocked, kept convulsing and finally died? I failed to date my first love. Choicet.
If Ayu could read minds, she would definitely comment, "The drama is mulu."
Ah, because of thinking about Azam, I became late in the toilet. Jiah, good thing I'm on my own. You see, if you go to the WC with one of my four friends, especially if the same Ayu, the toilet must turn into a place to confide. Heckled. Forty minutes in the WC.
I wash my hands and then I get out of the toilet. His intention was to go straight back to class, because my job was not finished. It was called war, anyway. But, a surprise! I saw Azam there, sitting on a chair facing the toilet. Usually the seat is used to wait for the queue to enter the toilet. He looked down, focused on his face.
Ah, goddamn. Why should I see him when I'm upset again, anyway? Now I'm worried. Shoot or not?
