Our Little World's

2. Chairmates

Joseph immediately went to class. The class was already crowded with other students, some greeted him. He looked where he would sit. The back bench is almost full, only the front bench is empty. He was lazy to sit in front, a schoolgirl hooded and glasses looking at him.

"hey Salwa, we are one class" Yusuf said happily. He walked towards the empty back bench, there was a black bag that already occupied the bench next to him.

"Assalamualaikum everyone!" a male student says when he enters class.

"Waalaikumsalam bang Jamal!" answer Yusuf.

Looking at Joseph, Jamal looked happier than ever.

"we're in class again bro" exclaimed Jamal.

"where's sitting?" ask Jamal.

"Obviously, get a bench of luck" Yusuf replied as he glanced at his stool at the very back.

"strategic ones indeed. I'm next to you"

"there's already someone"

"who?"

"do know"

"just move it"

"ga can dong, he's entitled first there"

"okay here only" Jamal sat on the bench to the right of Yusuf, different ranks.

The doorbell rings. All students enter the class. Joseph had already drowned his face in the folds of his hands on the table, as someone stood beside his desk he raised his face and saw a hooded schoolgirl staring at him.

"You." murmured Joseph.

"I'm Maryam, sit here" said the student, pointing to a bench next to Joseph.

Yusuf was shocked, "oh this is your bag, I guess a guy"

Mary sat in her chair and ignored Joseph. Their new homeroom teacher came and introduced himself.

"You're a girl who's in the eleventh grade crying on the sidelines, right?" joseph whispered to Mary.

Mary was shocked, turning to Joseph.

"you know?"

"who doesn't know?"

"that's..."

"it's hard to talk about" Joseph laughed.

"are you the chief rohis?" ask Maryam.

"yes. Why?"

"ohh so you're the one"

Joseph looked at Maryam in wonder.

"it's okay"

The next lesson is mathematics.

"or not, he said the 12th grade math teacher was on killer" said Maryam.

"yes where possible, the 12th class yesterday was still alive" Yusuf replied casually.

"not a killer killer, but a murderer" said Maryam annoyed.

"ah time anyway" answered Joseph meredek.

"wildly, just entered the class must have given a question"

Before long the math teacher came, his steps were long and quick. Just one step into the class he had spoken quickly.

"Children's address"

Not finished the student returned his greetings, already connected with his words again.

"I'm Dadan Restu, 12th grade math teacher. You've been teaching since you weren't born"

He took out a marker from his bag and wrote the numbers on the board.

"what did I say" Maryam whispered to Joseph.

Joseph still watches Dadan's hand.

"can anyone answer?" ask Dadan when you are finished writing. Some students are confused.

Joseph was busy taking pictures in his book, before long he raised his hand. Along with her, the hooded student who sat at the front also brandished her hand.

"yes, the very back" said Mr. Dadan while pointing at Yusuf.

Joseph walked forward and stopped right in front of the student who had been pointing.

"sorry to Salwa" said Yusuf with a ignorant smile.

Joseph did it quickly. In the back, Maryam saw the book that was scribbled by Joseph but did not understand.

well, he's a genius too. Luckily I sat next to him. My value must be greater than the year before Maryam's inner self.

"really. This is for you" Dadan gave Joseph a small chocolate bar.

"Thank you sir" Yusuf took a break back to his desk.

"Sir, you also want to dong" said Aulia who sat in front of Maryam.

"if you want, do the work about it" said Mr. Dadan with a smile.

"Next time sir"

"I'll buy him back from school" said Lingga, who sat next to Jamal. The other kids laughed.

"no one wants to buy it" said Mr. Dadan Jahil.

"The math teacher is not that bad" Yusuf told Maryam who saw Mr. Dadan's preoccupation.

"yes, dadan is funny" Maryam laughed.