Play your guitar Sophie
Misjudged
On monday. If only I could sleep for another hour. My sleep last night wasn't very good. Many times – times woke up and have trouble sleeping again. Surely I'll dream of my bed when Mr. Rustam's lesson is later. I hope it doesn't happen.
But you must know that reality does not always live up to expectations.
“Aduh,” I'm surprised. A paper ball as big as a hand grip just popped into my head.
“What are you crazy about?!” ask Dede slowly. The last hour, Mr. Rustam is still ahead explaining about the announcement. Sleepy heavy. My eyes have imagined various kinds of mattresses with various colors.
“It's so sleepy,” I said to Dede while yawning.
“Do not sleep again. Nih,” Dede threw a pack of candy at me.
“Thanks,” I said. I opened the candy wrapper under the table while looking for – look for Mr. Rustam's chance off guard so I could smoothly put the candy in my mouth.
“Sophie !” said Mr. Rustam with his heavy voice that made the candy in my mouth almost – just came out.
“What are you eating ?”
O. .. oh, I got caught. But there's always a way if we have the will ?
“Eh .. I don't eat what – Sir,” I said while holding next to my cheek which is bulging because of candy.
“Why is your cheek ? Swollen ?” Mr. Rustam is approaching. Tumben this guy, why so much attention ? Is it because he knows I'm going to be a famous singer someday?
“Iya Sir. More toothache,”
“But it does not hinder you to pay attention to my lesson khan ?”
I'm shaking.
“Good. Toothache or other – pain is not a reason for all of you not to pay attention to my lessons. You guys heard that ?”
I think I mistakenly thought he was attentive. He must be upset about something. The aggravation carried over to the workplace and we became his impingement. Maybe his motorcycle tyre leaked on the road or his precarious house broke the fallout of a neighbor's guava.
“You heard ?” Mr. Rustam asked again half-screaming complete with a fierce face when none of us answered him.
“Dengaaaaaaaaaar Paaaaaaaaaaaak,” replied all the students in my class in unison, just like when we sang empty time.
“Sound what Sophie ?” ask him to me. I did not expect this additional question to be surprised and …
“Uhuk …. Uhuk ....,” I cough while holding – holds my throat. I choked on candy. As soon as the candy entered my mouth, I automatically had no more wedge to puff my cheeks.
“It seems, your swelling is gone Sophie,” said Mr. Rustam. I saw Dede sitting next to me his face pale. So did my other friend – look at me with pity eyes.
“Eh ... still puffy sir,” I puffed next to my cheek as best I could. Dita and Sita seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
“What do you know about Sophie's liquid expansion ?”
“Ehm ....,” I turned right and left. To Vieri and to Diki. To my little friend and to the fortune teller Jenny. They were all in a doldrums like a man of silence. All right, I'll try my best.
“Ehm …. Recap ....,” I'm trying to buy time.
“Volume,” says Mr. Rustam.
Huh, volume ? What does that mean ? I remember when I sang with Frans where I sang a piece and Frans a piece. Maybe ... maybe that means !
“Liquid volume seal, ehm .... “ says.
Mr. Rustam looked me in the eye with his hands raised like a self-general, “More,” he said again.
“Summing volume of liquid is greater?” I said not sure and I saw him nod like saying ‘yak .. yak .. keep ... keep ...’
“Liquid volume seal is larger than,” I said still uncertain, “volume seal ....” I stopped again because there is absolutely no idea about this, <TAG1>,
“zat,” says Mr. Rustam again.
“Padat ?”
Mr. Rustam nodded. “For,”
What is yah for ? Why did I learn the expansion of solids, liquids and other – substances?
“For what Sophie ?”
“Betul, good. No. I thought you could answer. Try to repeat what you said earlier,” a thin smile expands on his face.
“Liquid content is greater than solids expansion for rise at the same temperature.”
The school bell rang as soon as I finished that sentence. I think I'm starting to understand that Mr. Rustam doesn't hate me. Maybe I'm just being too overreacting on this.
“I don't think you can handle it well,” said Dede gleefully while jumping – jump.
“I'm going to die De. You picked up Nando ?”
“It seems not. She has a lecture.”
“Bareng me nih ?”
“You same who else Soph ?” tukas Dede.
“Soph, I saw a ray of happiness waiting for you today,” Jenny said confidently while cleaning books and tweezers from her desk.
“Why are you so sure?”
“I khan Soph fortune teller. Not once or twice has my prophecy been proven true,”
“Come Jenn !” shouted Vieri who had been waiting from earlier. “I first well,” he said as it passed.
“Yukk,” I replied in unison with Dede.
“At least Soph, there is one good thing you will experience today,”
“You believe Jenny's prophecy?”
“You remember the event that Mr. Rustam did not enter and the meeting teacher suddenly the other day.”
“Remember ...remember,”
“Trust me Soph. Nothing to lose,”
“Indeed there was no harm,” at that time we walked in front of several classes. The sun is right over your head. Some of my friends who are afraid of black skin are ready – ready to wear jackets and hats on their bodies. “But I do not want if someday I doubt – hesitate to do something before hearing the prophecy. Know your khan I mean ?”
“Indeed Soph. If I did I would just take the fun. Everything that, if outrageous is not good. Too much salt is not good, too much sugar is not good. Believing the prophecy too is not good. Like you said earlier.”
“You're like grandma – granny anyway De ?” i laugh.
“Nando also said so to me,”
“My grandmother is not like you. Hence De, everything is taken funnya only. Too like granny – granny is not good, too childish is also not good,” tukasku tease Dede. “Aduh ..., why the hell ?” I grimaced because Dede hit my head.
“Call as Grandma gives me the right to do that Sophie,” Dede ran and I chased until we arrived at the parking lot.
The parking lot is half empty. I checked my helmet and found that my helmet was still there. Sometimes – sometimes there are – nosy children who exchange a good helmet with a worn one. Incidentally, the helmet I am wearing right now is still two weeks old.
“Naik De's. You don't wear a helmet is okay – what is it?”
“What's – what. at most – most later only my hair is a mess.”
Dede got on and I ran my bike through the school gate. There are some guys there. Maybe they all played the same role as Nando when he was going to pick up Dede.
“Sophie .. Sophie,” Dede shook my hand several times.
“What's De ?”
“It ... it ..” said Dede panicked while pointing at – hints at a guy sitting on a motorcycle wearing blue jeans and a black t-shirt who was watching both of us.
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