Paper Dove

Initial Sheet

" You guys are right dong. Line-up time alone cannot. Little intention if you again know something. You think, you hot prays, I also got the sun and thirsty ".

A senior shouted in his omniscience from under the shade of a tree on the sidelines.

My sweat dripped with excitement. Damn, what's the heat. You just took shelter under the tree I was misuh-misuh and of course it's in my head.

It is still the era of school orientation in order like this. Where today is very hot again, even though the city where I went to school is included in the ranks of the city with cold weather. 

" Heh you. . . The one from earlier bengong. Forward here. Still early in the morning, the senior pointed to the new student beside me. 

The new student who was called earlier on his signboard said 'My name is Kutu', clucking softly as much as I was upset with him.

He came forward and in law sang my balloon song there were five with the rule of the letter a replaced e. It's on this tacky senior, bummer.

I covered my face with my hands because the heat of the sun really pierced my skin when it was still 10 in the morning.

I spread my eyes to the sidelines. Seeing many senior Osis gathered there. Some are even dating as well. Unknowingly I clucked quite loudly. Some friends looked at me.

" Who is that? Who's clucking? tired of this activity ? You yes?. . Why clucking ? Don't like me giving orders ? Here forward", the tacky senior pointed right at my face.

Shit.

Even though it's a little longer, why should it hit now anyway. With made-up intentions I finally came forward. I stood quietly next to the new student who was singing my balloon song there were five.

The senior who had been called Junet by his friend began to notice me from head to toe, while putting on the look of 'I am a senior' which was obviously not cool.

" You don't like me giving orders? ", Junet said as he folded his hands on his chest. 

" I'm sorry sis", I answered briefly, hoping it would solve a problem that somehow became a scene. 

" Where are you from Junior High? ", Junet's friend chimed in more kindly. 

" Junior High 1 Jakarta", I replied.

" Well far away too" said Junet. " Because you made a mistake, now that you're assigned to do something" Junet spoke again. 

'Ah ! let alone this ', my feelings are starting to feel bad.

" Did you see that blob guy on the sidelines there? Name's Juan. He's Ips2's 3rd class brother, formerly our former head of Osis", Junet explained which of course implies admiration, Junet's understanding of this little bit of femininity. " Now you go there and shoot him. Tell him you like him and ask him or her to be your girlfriend" Junet ordered.

I looked towards the senior gawking, not believing the content of the edict he was conveying. This demon Junet wants to punish while humiliating me.  All my age I never expressed my feelings to any guy and for any reason.

" You don't want to? It's okay, but in exchange you and your friends will have to bear the punishment together. Running around the field 30 times a round", Junet said in a serious manner. 

I looked at Junet annoyed. 'Damn, he thought what the hell '.

I looked towards my group of friends who were hoping for anxiety. I finally decided to walk towards those seniors with colorful ribbon hair braids, the SMP shirt and the yellow and red ball socks with a little bit of swearing I said quietly and with full intention to Junet.

" Hopefully when you come home with a big stone and his waist is gout.", I cuss Junet while walking across the field lazily. If I had gone through this orientation period, I would have agreed on the Junet's face. 

The senior in question was sitting on the sidelines with his gang. In any direction it is clearly written on their forehead, if they are 3rd graders. 

I approached the group. My heart was beating irregularly due to shame, fear and annoyance. I gulped because my throat was so dry I was going to say hello to them. But my voice only reached my throat and the severity of them cuekin me. 

" Sister, I'm a new student. There's a brother Juan here?", I tried my hardest to make a sound. 

" Yes" one of them stood up.

Juan looked looming in front of me. The parasite is undeniable and makes the hearts of women anywhere immediately jump out of place, his voice heavy and authoritative into my ears like songs from Indie bands that I often hear. 

But Juan's not my type. That is what keeps my heart still in its place not jumping anywhere. 

" What's up? What's your name? Again in the law huh?", Juan asked a question while looking towards Junet in the middle of the field. 

" Yes", I answered briefly. 

" That fucking Junet is still like a kid. He told you to shoot me, didn't he?", Juan guessed. 

I nodded quickly 'duh mulu anyway dengerin aja napa, I was thirsty again'.

" Your name .... Lorises ? what's the call? kung or kang? ", juan saw my big nameplate.

"Lord please tell Junet, I'm not interested in you and I refuse your love statement" Juan said softly with a cold smile. 

Jleb.

'Damn him refuse me before I say anything, it's crazy huh', I'm creeping in my heart.

I looked at Juan who was about to turn. I don't know where this brash angel of courage came from, I suddenly beat myself hard enough. 

" Most brother isn't my type" I said quite loudly.

Juan stopped and turned to look at me in shock. From his reaction I knew he never seemed to be rejected.

His friends are also looking at me. The awkward atmosphere suddenly turned into a shout from Juan's friends.  They laughed and clapped and I stood up in his bag without knowing what was going on. 

" What did you say just now?", Juan asked as he approached. 

I just shut up. Juan leaned over to align his face with mine.

" New boy, what did you say?".

I took a deep breath "Sister isn't my type. And I also have no intention of doing anything to shoot or anything like that, if not for the punishment of sausage brother. Excuse me", I turned to leave Juan.

As I walked back to the middle of the field, my back felt like it was on fire. As I looked back, Juan stood looking at me with his eagle eyes. 

I walked quickly and reported with the fabrication that I was rejected Juan let this Junet be happy. Then I returned to my previous position. 

I glanced towards the place where Juan and his friends were, they were still laughing and Juan seemed to be making an unhappy facial expression.

At first glance I saw Juan looking at me, I quickly turned and tried to focus on following the friends who were walking towards the school hall. 

I should have realized from the beginning that making seniors angry was something that should not be done especially by new children.

And there was a tempest I never imagined before in my beautiful High School days. 

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