Play your guitar Sophie

Bitter remembered so sweet 2

“Can you show me what you have in your arms Sophie,” Mr. Rustam is right next to my bench now.

My stomach pain that had subsided was now relapsing again. It's getting worse. My eyes glanced at Dede who looked – apparently also began to hurt stomach. His face was pale as if he was cold. Perhaps this physical teacher of mine was emitting a strange wave that made everyone around him have a stomachache.

Seeing me glance at Dede, Mr. Rustam said “Dede, you want to say to the whole class what you just threw to Sophie ?”

Dede looked confused. But it's not Dede's name if he can't make a reasonable answer,

“Eh, that's my Mama's prescription medicine sir. I'll have Sophie deliver to the pharmacy after school.” Dede was proud of the answer.

“Betul like that Sophie ?”

“Iya Sir. Coincidentally I will return home later through the pharmacy.”

“Good too. Read the recipe Sophie.”

Wow, this is not a good sign. My eyes are looking for – find Dede's help. But it felt like he was also starting to regret his clever reasoning.

“Eh, the writing is like chicken claw sir. Understand, typical doctor writing. I can't read it,” I replied accordingly.

“Then let you read it,” Mr. Rustam reached out his right hand. It's not good anymore.

“Eh, no, no. Let me just read,” I'm shaking open my chat paper and Dede. “Paracetamol five grains, penicylin twelve grains, antibiotic syrup one grain. Uh, sorry, one bottle I mean,” I did not have time to continue because arrived – just arrived Mr. Rustam take the paper from my hand.

“Diki, please read this,” Mr. Rustam gave the paper to Diki, my innocent class president so as not to understand the meaning of the play. Dede and I have been trying to give Diki all sorts of possible codes so he can follow our reasoning. But Diki instead fixed his sagging glasses to the nostrils. It's too late, me and Dede will definitely be finished by Mr. Rustam.

Diki read aloud – loudly with no feelings of guilt until everyone in the class laughed heartlessly. Dede's face was red and I was struck with acute embarrassment.

“At the very least, you two are not contek – contekkan. I became relieved. You guys still respect me as a teacher and you guys are also being honest.”

I'm relieved to hear Mr. Rustam's talk. But my feeling is that Mr. Rustam is not finished. I also cursed Jenny in my heart. I know he's trying to make everyone believe he's a fortune teller and his prophecy never misses. This morning I had a little faith that the prophecy would be true. But with Mr. Rustam's tragedy, I was right – sure that Jenny is a liar fortune teller and everything she said about her senses to – six was just a figment. I see him the end of my eyes if he smiles – smiles. Huh, I was as dumb as him, and the same as unfaithful friends.

Neither me nor Dede dared to refute Mr. Rustam. Aside from denying the teacher has not been a natural thing in our school, but also because in this case I and Dede feel guilty.

“But teenage romance, is something very complicated. Rightly so?”

“Betul Sir!!!!!!!!!!!” instantly all my friends answered because what is better than to know the disgrace of others and have the opportunity to openly talk about it in front of – people.

“So try to understand again what happened to you. Sophie has a crush on boys. Who's name is Soph?”

I just shut up. I've been humiliated enough today.

“Either what is the name of the boy, call him Mr. X, it turns out to be the same Dede who incidentally is his own best friend. Right so son – child?”

“Betul Pak !!!” my other – friends are racing to answer. I feel like a circus animal, a spectacle of many people.

“According to you, what kind of friend does that?”

Everyone saw Dede and I saw that Dede started to look – glass. Then everyone gave their opinion. These guys, my classmate – who used to be quiet when asked what – related to lessons, are now competing, acting like an expert who knows a lot about the world of teenage love.

“I love finally I can hear everyone's voice. I want you guys to be this active too if I ask about physics,”

Everyone in the class then fell silent and faintly – faint I could hear the sound of crickets racing to sing.

“But I love your friendship, Sophie and Dede. Technically, Dede didn't marry you because you weren't the same Mr. X. Maybe you guys have a chance, not maybe. Seeing your chat, you guys are already here. But you two got through it. True friendship must be tested, not only in pleasure, but in trouble.

I will not punish you because you have not been proven to cheat. I feel like you appreciate me as a teacher. Because of your friendship as well, I decided I would give you an extra one percent value in one class.”

Then all sorts of thanksgiving I heard. Prayer – prayer say thank you is also said. Some girls who like to sit in the back look touched by wiping tears at the end of their eyes. Even to the point of gratitude. I can understand their feelings. Physics is a challenge. Getting additional value, however small will help us all get through this SMA period a little easier.

All my friends came to greet me and Dede, they thanked me. I didn't think it was, this originally embarrassing incident turned out to bring happiness to all of us. At the end of the room, in her chair, Jenny smiled slightly. Maybe Jenny is a real fortune teller.

Back home, I screwed Dede with my bike. Sometimes Dede screams that my bike is overtaken by a guy, “Mas .. mas.., this is Sophie. Can play guitar and don't have a boyfriend yet,”

“You why De ?”

“I khan should be promotion’in you,”

“So does the time,” I laugh. Dede shouted louder, “He was his grandson who had Toebroek. Later that night he sang, came well,” cried Dede somehow to whom because I had to concentrate on seeing the road.

“You're crazy!” I drove my bike fast – quickly trying to avoid every red light because I was afraid Dede was getting crazy. Batu City about two and a half hours passed by many small buses either willing to enter Malang or who want to leave Malang. The wind that carried overcast air made my hair and Dede's shoulder-length hair flutter.

At first it was not bad trouble with friends. But now I know that sometimes anger has to happen so that the relationship becomes closer. Although I realize that no one is at all guilty of this, but I am right – really know that in my heart there is indeed a recycling box. 

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