Not Suited to Exposure

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Noise was heard throughout the school. School ended about thirty minutes ago. It does not end in the true sense. Saturdays like this, PBM ended three hours faster and continued with exculus activities.

Because, Sister Annika and Brother Fadli could not come, then the photographic experience was comforted. I became unemployed and could only watch the Marching Band boys rehearsal from the second floor.

A lot of people watched the show. From the first floor or the second floor. But I'm sure what they like is not the song, it's the guy.

Why am I being this sarcastic?

"Gue go down first huh," I said to Viona, my ex-kul's first friend.

I don't know why, I've been in a bad mood lately. I like to talk sarcasm and sniffles.

When I got to class, a guy I knew very well walked out of my class. I stopped when he got in front of me.

"Lo not excreted?"

"The coach did not come" I replied. "Lo truant again?" askaku.

Rael grinned. Without answering, he pulled my hand. I rolled my eyeballs lazily and relentlessly followed him wherever he took me.

We got to the other side of the building, precisely the futsal court. Rael pulled me deeper and sat down on the sidelines. I couldn't say, Rael gave a box of milk to my hand.

"Lo watch me," he said, fixing his shoelace.

"What if I get a ball?" I'm not serious.

Rael got up and looked at me. "Gue tonjok who kicked the ball."

I was about to sneer, I heard Rael's unrighteousness. The guy opened his uniform leaving a plain white shirt on his body.

"Hold," he said, throwing the uniform at me and running into the field.

I'm whining. "It stinks," my protest raised the uniform. But Rael doesn't ignore it at all.

He just looked at me to laugh at me.

Who wouldn't be hurt? I did say that I hated him, but a part of me was very weak against the guy's seduction. I didn't know it could be said to be seduction or not. Just think of it that way.

I was breathing out. I finally tried to secure myself in the middle of this dominant male environment. I got rid of all those bad feelings because in front, side, or behind me, there are only men. Even though they don't pay much attention to me.

I don't know how long I've been sitting there just watching my boyfriend play futsal. The milk box she gave me was just me holding her uniform on my lap and her backpack next to me.

Amidst the crowds of futsal children, I could still faintly listen to the sound of the Marching Band music on the side of the building next door.

I secretly thought about why Rael chose to play here while there was someone there waiting for him to come watch. I mean Malika. Compared to Malika, I am nothing. Like he was I was scotting, I was his trash.

Without a second thought, people would only choose it. I know myself enough not to deny it.

Why would Rael bother spending time with me?

Damnit. My chest is tight again.

Realizing from my daydream, I saw Rael approach me. I straightened my body and he stood in front of me. Before I could ask, Rael grabbed my hand to stand up. Take his backpack and pull me away from there.

I don't know what's going on, so I'll take it. "Why the hell?" I asked finally because my mouth was itching to ask from earlier.

He glanced at a glance then continued his steps. I let out a tired breath as my legs started to ache following him. I felt like I was circling a school, not to mention the crowd that made my ears buzz.

I can't take it anymore. I held my hand until Rael stopped. "My feet are not all your legs. I move more," I said sniffly. "My feet are pegel."

I saw Rael blink while looking at me. He sighed. "Sorrys. I want to find a good place. Your face is red."

I scowled and looked at him annoyed. "Why? Ugly?" ketus.

"So. Pretty."

I sneered as he smiled amusedly. "Lo take me because if I get hot for a long time, I get worse. Aye, right?"

Rael shook his head while sighing. "Near irritants. Itching. Scratchy. Luka," he said. "Some don't believe it at all. Bring sunblock?"

I frowned. Wanted to answer again but Rael was completely right. So I just nodded.

"Yes already. Let's find a good place first."

I shut up. After passing through the field where the Marching Band boys were training, we finally decided to take a break beside the fish pond near the park.

I flapped my face with my hands. And reached into the backpack and looked for the sunblock I used to carry. It's not what, it's for security.

Do I sound like a sick person?

I know myself not to deny.

I wear it quickly so as not to attract the attention of others. I don't want people to think that I'm a preening girl, because I wear sunblocks while other kids who spend hours in the heat don't wear them. Especially the Marching Band.

Oh, Marching Band again.

I suddenly hate that excrement. Then I woke up. We sat right next to them training. Although my position is slightly indented, but it does not cover vision access. The view is getting better. Plus the shady place makes those watching around me enjoy it even more.

I glanced at Rael. My girlfriend was sipping her mineral water and rubbing her sweaty face against her shirt sleeve. I looked forward again, then at Rael again. So up to a few times.

Ah, I'm tired. I'm resigned. I don't care anymore.

I pulled a straw and stuck it in the milk box that I had neglected.

Just look at it as much.

Anyway, the one who caught your attention wasn't me. Ok fine, all I can say. Protesting is not my right. I can't force you either. So, it's free.

A few minutes later, the show was over. Marching Band pauses training for rest. And during that time there was no conversation between me and Rael.

I just shut up. I'm not staring at him. I don't know, but I just feel annoyed but I can't express it. The milk box in my hand suddenly felt bland. So I put it by my side even though I had just had a few sips of it.

I don't think I need to be here anymore. I want to go home. I looked at Rael who was looking ahead. As I was about to say, something caught my attention.

Precisely on the purplish-colored stain on the temple. It didn't look so obvious because it was covered in long, long bangs. But my eyes don't see wrong.

I stretched out my hand. Uncoil the hair until it looks clearer. Rael flinched as the tip of my finger touched her.

"It wasn't just one-sided fights, was it?" many cold.

Rael pulled my hand, but she turned back to face the front, reluctant to look at me.

I closed my mouth. "If you think I'm your boyfriend, tell me what the hell you're doing with Rivan" I said. "But if you don't want to." I'm shaking my shoulder. "...yes whatever."

I saw him turn his head on me. But I hurriedly stood up and left after putting down his uniform.

...Means you don't see me as your boyfriend.

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