Puberty: Deketin The Jutek

47. The Plan that Failed

It is not a new sight to find a Fanya Fransiska walking with her chins to the classroom building on the east side of the school. It is also not the first meeting for ninth-grade citizens who are in the same building as the jutek girl.

However, the appearance of the girl wearing a skirt along with the school sports trousers caught the attention of everyone. Today is the first day and the jutek looks so urgently.

Some say that Fanya is trying to improve her image. Some insinuate if Fanya does not shower. There are also those who talk if Fanya is really an apathetic who is not concerned with rules, randomadut. Even so, they still admire how cool a Fanya Fransiska who remains in second place in the ranks of the school's general champion.

Upon arriving at the class, Fanya is intercepted by a hand and her class's broomstick. “Whatta surprise, lo come kayak people who run out ...” His words hung while squinting his two up and down eyes scanned Fanya's appearance.

“Mana PJ?”

Fanya was not surprised when she was intercepted. In fact, he was amazed by Revano's honesty about the slang he often used based on the chirping of the Mexican bule in front of him. However, the last two words from Bule made his forehead wrinkle.

“How-how?”

“Peje, your ready tax is the same as Vano. Diem-diem lo betrayed the cave that has helped you make up with him. How!” So dramatic.

“Apaan, anyway. It's the wrong guy. Who's Revano?” Fanya glared with warning at Mikel who dared to ask him to talk about Revano in front of the class like now.

Mikel has not done so in the past few years. However, what is this?

This man before him since when was acting like a leaky bucket?

“Ah, I just wanted you to be cepu!” his his hisses then passed past Mikel.

“Whatta surprise!” it's exciting once again. “She told me the same cave if you guys officially take.” Mikel muttered softly, but he was sure that Fanya could still hear him. Then, Mikel again dusted the dust with a sage that he held while humming cheerfully.

The news of the arrival of Fanya Fransiska who looks not wavering after hundreds of canned messages containing hate speech were sent made some people furious. Fanya had read it and they knew but Jutek did not respond to the messages.

They are furious and will do more than just a canned message. Especially when the pigeon kepak post has arrived in a gathering at rest hours.

The news that says if the jutek girl was delivered a motorized man, who looks older than Fanya herself—other than her brother who is mobil— is becoming hot gossip in this room. They guess who would want to spend their precious time with the girl who has the image of the painter voluntarily.

There is the existence of the jutek who is looking for, alone in a room full of bookshelves without his guard. Feeling that if he has the luck that many parties support, he will launch the action according to a plan that has been carefully made. He went deeper quietly and lived the role on this occasion of the meeting which was designed to be a coincidence. The scenario he had made himself impromptu a moment ago.

He walked into a row of seventh-grade package bookshelves that became the first cubicle between the reading table and other shelves. He monitored the movements of his target, who was still a henchman with the package book on top of the notebook, summarized it, and rewrote it on top of his notebook.

After seeing one of the short story books that got lost among dozens of package books on a seventh grade shelf, he took the initiative to pick it up and came out of hiding.

“Wah, there is Fanya tea turns out. I think the bus is empty again, not visible from the door because,” he said.

“Teteh still inget me, right?” His facial recognition became clearer as the target stared flatly at the direction where he was standing. She just snapped, she was Starla.

“Oh, yes. Who are you, huh?” sahut Fanya, glanced per second then turned away.

Fanya still summarizes the historical or social science material of the remaining chapters. During the holidays, he was not allowed to bring school library books because that was the deal, so he had to speed up summarizing it for material understanding needs when the upcoming class meeting.

Starla muttered her frustration in the heart with a joking radiant face.

“I Starla. Sorry about what happened in the cafeteria last semester. Oh, yes about teteh who failed to participate in the Olympics with kang Zizi also nyampe to the ears of my mama-papaku, you know. They are concerned about the same and they appeal to me not to waste a good opportunity even though I do not meet the criteria though,” he said full of implied meaning.

Fanya just nods her head while busy with dozens of sentences that are more useful for her to remember in order to know the events in the past and how to socialize from cases that have happened with the name history.

Fanya is more interested in listening to the history or stories of the past that she can make learning and development resources in the present, which is the source of development, compared to having to hear unfounded babbling from someone who is sitting nailing themselves facing him.

Fanya sighed, she said like this while not turning her eyes away from the book. “So, who called me to meet? Who told you to come to me this time? Bu Zayyidah does not exist, and he did not need me before he came back here,” Fanya said directly.

Starla. He lowered the two hands that he put him on the table to be on his thighs. He was trembling with just a long sentence from Fanya that was actually flat-pitched and sounded hoarse as Fanya lowered her tone. Just like when going to have a casual conversation, it is not as passionate as Hanalya when talking.

Starla immediately dismissed her nervousness. “What does teteh mean?”

Starla pretends not to understand. “I really want to read short stories in perpus because Indonesian teachers give assignments about short stories,” elaknya.

“Oh,” reply Fanya short. “Sorry I was wrong. If so, happy reading.” Fanya immediately closed her notebook, brought her belongings and did not forget to tidy up the package book she had taken from her place.

Fanya left the large table that was in the middle of this room, walking towards the ninth grade special bookshelf.

Starla was flabbergasted this time. He can't squint anymore. If at the time in the cafeteria he could win when faced with resistance from his friends Fanya, he said, this time he was made to die by fleas only facing alone with the most jutek upperclassman he had ever observed so far.

“Sial, why can he know directly?” muttered.

This younger Starla of Fanya got up from her seat, leaving behind the book she had made an excuse to sit across from Fanya. He immediately caught up with Fanya and followed her secretly.

“Starla can take him to the corner of the school now, and look at him now go where?” Shrink his face.

Meanwhile, in the hallway of the Fanya language laboratory walked quietly while remembering the material points that would be explained at the history class meeting after the break.

Suddenly he heard a whisper, but Fanya tried to ignore him. However, the check on his hand forced him to follow the person's footsteps into a deserted area. This area is between the language lab building and the catheterization lab.

“Don't go! Gua needs to talk to you about goods two minutes,” he said. He looked at Fanya who was glaring and just kept quiet. Only his eyebrows reacted asked. “Lo won't go to the school corner, right?”

Fanya did not understand, but she was interested in talking. “Ngapain also get there. Waste of time, mendingan learn the next material.”

Although interested in talking, he did not dare to look right into the eyes of his interlocutor. Recalling how his arm was blocked by the person before him made his body crumble.

“Thank God if you don't gubris them. Lo do not want to be invited by anyone to there,” his memory. “Gue has run out of conversations between children of the mading club if they want to do something bad to you today in the corner of the school. The cave had reported to Kekel, and he was looking for you. Cave too, but like the first cave that met lo.”

“Biarin. No business with them. Thanks, Vishnu,” reply Fanya. He immediately turned around and continued his steps towards the classroom building which was five hundred meters away from the area of this means building.

However, Vishnu's voice made Fanya slow down. “Do not feel alone. There are caves, Mikel, Hana, Jia, and for sure we will not ignore this. We're, right, friends. The friends are shoulder to shoulder, Aya.”

Fanya arrived home after finishing with an extra class at Tut Wuri. Found no one at home, but I heard the sound of Rey's toy which, if shaken, would ring a clatter. Sure enough, on a carpet made of plastic with the form of pieces of the puzzle that are adrift occupied by Rey a.

“Aya has returned home!” yells. He smiled broadly towards Rey who was capturing his presence. “Rey, Mama where?”

Of course, this baby could not answer. However, Rey calls out in her own language while shaking her rattling toy towards a door. Kamaliel's bedroom door. Fanya frowned.

“Mama?”

It was not Mama who came out, but Kamaliel with the same black clothes as this morning. Kamaliel approached his two sisters who had gathered in the room. Then, sit on the sofa while sighing. Not playing when he was tricked Rey a few hours ago, whereas he wanted to find interlude activities during the vacancy of his college hours.

“Mama back again to Padalarang with Papa. Titipin Rey is with us for the next week. Mama has this and that message, please help Kama, yes. If Rey wants nyusu, Mama says make it just keep entering baby pacifier.”