Red Velveit

Chapter 2's

This morning the classes that Ganan occupied were very crowded. Maybe because Mr. Muto, the math teacher, came in late.

"Where is Uncle Muto?" knock one of the fun guys in a group in the corner of the class. And not knowing manners, his own teacher was called "Uncle".

"Where do I know," replied another man, who was busy playing guitar strings.

The other conversation began to faint in Ganan's ears due to the loudness of their giggling.

Ganan turned his head. He looked at the super noisy hordes of guys. Their mouth is just as rich as a girl's mouth, her mind envious.

Like a cat who wants to eat fish in a stall, Ganan's eyes are increasingly unblinking. He imagines himself hanging out with them. Laugh freely at every joke and talk freely without fear of offending others.

Ganan.

As he returned to face forward to reread the physics package book, suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse of Sheina's body. Reflexes, he immediately approached the girl and began to interrogate her.

"Where are you yesterday? Don't worry me, Shei." Ganan continued to observe Sheina's movements looking for something in her bag.

"Abis lo ngeselin," Sheina briefly lifted the romance novel out of the bag and began reading.

"Yaudah, sorry," said Ganan feeling guilty.

Sheina stopped reading the book and started staring at Ganan.

"Yes," said Sheina, "my best neighbor."

That's satire. Ganan knew very well that the girl was insinuating, not praising.

Ganan did not reply to Sheina's words. He returned to his seat. If Sheina's mood is not good, it will not have any effect either.

As Ganan had been sitting back in his chair, suddenly there was the sound of people running towards the classroom.

Ando. It turned out that the head of their class, came with breath as if chased by a dog.

"Assalam," Ando took a breath, "mu'alaikum," Ando exhaled, "warahmatullahiwabarokatuh."

All the students answered their greetings to Ando who was standing in front of the class.

"I'm sorry, my friends. I just heard the news that there will soon be a short story writing competition in our High School library. Please raise your hands, for those who are willing to follow the race," explained Ando long and wide, short, clear and...

"I'm!" call one of the men who were huddled in the back earlier with a snapping tone, "kok lo say taunya mepet really, if gini way no one will want. What kind of class leader are you!"

The whole class immediately cheered Ando. Sided with the ferocious-looking guy.

"Yes, I know I'm guilty. Therefore, I ran very fast after hearing this news from the lobby."

All the students kept cheering not to accept any reason Ando said, except for Ganan and Sheina. Both are interested in their own books. Ganan breaks Sheina's concentration.

"Shey! What's going on in your ketek?" ganan exclaimed to the girl sitting at the table to her right.

Sheina surprised. He immediately raised his hand high to check what was in his armpit.

"Yes, Sheina's brother. In the fifth and sixth lesson hours you can go directly to the library to participate in the competition. The dispensation letter followed," Ando explained, then he returned to his seat filled with report papers.

Sheina. His eyes were round like a ball. His right hand is still up. Like the perpetrator who was sentenced in the courtroom, Sheina was speechless.

"W-what? How come?" shocked Sheina then moved her gaze towards Ganan. "Lo?" tanyanya did not believe.

"Ruler!" snapped Sheina. Ganan also hesitated. He knew he had woken the sleeping lion. "Kok you fucked me?"

Ganan closed the book. He changed his seat to face Sheina. "Not that," said Ganan, "gue did say the same lo, if I will help you dapet cup, yes this is the way."

Sheina gulps. "But I can't make a Ganaaaaaaan short story," Sheina complained as she rubbed her face with both hands.

"Lo can. I know how lo diem-diem likes to make stories, right? It's your hobby, Shei." Ganan is still trying to convince Sheina.

Sheina was silent, daydreaming. Wrestling with his own mind. Until he looked back at Ganan.

"What is a hobby if there are no satisfactory results?" sheina lirih. It was as if those words he did not want to say.

"Where do you know the results, while you yourself have not tried?" Ganan asked back.

***

Sheina walked with wide strides in the corridor while grumbling indistinctly. He's pissed. While the other student was studying quietly at the fifth hour, he went to the library to take part in a race he did not want to participate in.

Because of Gara-ganan, Ando so register him to follow the short story race. With a heavy heart, Sheina also had to follow the race. Because if not, her class will be told to pay a fine and Sheina will not bother anyone.

But behind his annoyance, Ganan's remark had a point. With this race, who knows the result he won and obtained a small trophy from the school as an appreciation of the race.

Remember that! That's if you win. Lose out?

But said Ganan, the results will not we know if we do not try. Okay, Sheina's gonna try.

There were a lot of shoes on the front door of the library. That indicates that many students have come to participate in the race. Sheina then immediately went inside. 

"You want a short story race, Mba?"

The heavy and flat voice of the middle-aged woman shocked Sheina as she was searching for the contestants.

Sheina. "Yes, ma'am," he answered politely to the library guard's mother.

"That's the south entrance" said the library guard's mother without showing any expression.

Immediately, after saying thank you, the girl went straight to the room that the mother had pointed at earlier. The sound of the library door squealing was heard when Sheina opened it, until all the participants looked towards Sheina. Sheina smiled clumsyly. Then enter with a step slowly to one of the wooden benches there.

Sheina's eyes went around observing the race room. There are about 23 children who are representatives of all classes have sat quietly facing Bu Ayani, an Indonesian teacher who is used as a host and jury.

After all the participants gathered, two pieces of folio paper were immediately distributed to Sheina and all the contestants. It did not take long, they began to draw their pencils on paper.

A minute, two minutes, five minutes, thirty minutes had finally passed. Bu Ayani immediately told all participants to stop writing and immediately collect their work at the front desk.

"Thank you for participating in this short story race, kids. The announcement will be announced today after the teaching and learning activities are completed. Do not forget to come to see the results of the race in the school library, yes. Hail literature!" bu Ayani said as a cover.

The participants left the library except Sheina. He was still sitting on a wooden chair. His eyes stared at the wooden table in front of him with a blank look.

It's been a long time since he's been in a race. Compete with many people. Hope to get the best champion. Sheina breathed a heavy sigh.

He felt the same way as two years ago. Just like when he was in a poetry race. Feelings of self-doubt, feelings of hopelessness, feelings of never winning, feelings of shame over defeat.

Sheina got up from her chair. Walking slowly left the room quite hot but managed to make his hands cold. The short story race was easy, but not for Sheina. He has not struggled with short stories for a long time. He has abandoned his hobby since he moved up to the 11th grade. Even now he is very doubtful, the story that was made may not fit the theme. And maybe eventually, it will...

"Lose... again?" muttered Sheina with her shoulder face while closing the library door slowly.