Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 13: Can't Do That?
PULLED all over the school, it turned out that we instead went to visit the library (although the school library was not open 24 hours as well). But, of course I wonder, where did this girl take me? Isn't it to learn? What other place is suitable for studying? Is the classroom empty? Or go to the cafeteria while eating a snack?
Wait for. Why are we even going through the school gates? Do you want to go to a cool park? It's afternoon! There is a cold atmosphere. Would you go to a fuller library? Or go to a cafe and have coffee?
Like yesterday, after we visited the security guard post to pick up the bag belonging to the Saints, we crossed the zebra cross without looking left right (and made a troublemaker again to the motorists and motorists full of emotion), waiting at the stop with blue seats with many traces of vandalism, ended up riding a green city transport car with two white lines. However, this time there was something different from yesterday. Sacred did not open the glass to look at the scene, his eyes were straight looking forward focusing on what to think, with his legs being stomped declaring his impatience.
Although it wanted everything to be finished quickly, it was also impossible to get the city transport driver to drive his car quickly.
This girl's impatience will not bear fruit.
City transport cars will always stop waiting, sometimes stop to board, or also drop off passengers. Not only that, maybe the driver will also take a detour to find more passengers.
“Kkkkk. Can't wait, anyway? You want to hurry too you can not do anything, right?”
“...., Sacred” did not reply, did not turn his head, did not even stop the stomp of his feet at all. The saint is not disturbed, he does not care.
“Where to learn, anyway? Why not in school?”
“Home! Study! Comfortable!” holy Ketus then briefly and quickly.
“Eh? Not good, though. Time to go to your house again? Just yesterday I repotted your parents, right? Dikasih eat, can stay overnight. No problem? You gapapa?” tanyaku. Can I go back to bother the Saints again?
“...” is similar as before, Saints do not answer anymore.
Actually, without being told that we would go to his house I already knew the pattern easily. Especially because the city transport car is green with two white lines does not go to a particular location as a candidate for a comfortable place to study (although I do not know also if there is a cafe that is comfortable in the city around the Holy House).
After that, no conversation happened again. Even the Saints did not answer him correctly. Moreover, since this girl would not be able to focus on a single topic of conversation. He was always distracted by what, always playing go and fro at will.
When the trip was over, there was another difference with yesterday. Suci did not hit his head when he came down, did not fall slipping recklessly down the stairs of the car, pay the fare properly, immediately walked quickly following the path to his house.
What happened to this girl? thought wonder.
I was a little surprised, but I could only shrug my shoulders. A little giggling, seeing one more strangeness that this girl showed.
What will he become like again?
My hypothesis is that this change in Saints was influenced by the film he had seen yesterday. About a female best friend who can transform into a fairy, has the power to eradicate evil, entitled The Magic of Fairy Dust.
Like the characters in the film, now Suci is the one who is transforming. From a hyperactive Saint acting like a careless little child, turning into a Saint who cares nothing but to focus on one goal only, I don't know what else will turn into.
Or not…? Before the child-like Saint, he had become the focused person he was today, right? Saints are so focused that even when Gen bothers him he is not disturbed, also while being focused when drawing spiders yesterday.
So, the transformations just go around in circles, huh?
From A to B, back to A, spin back to B, and just the cycle.
Will there be any changes to the nature of ‘C’?
Furthermore, the nature of this focused Sacred ‘A’ is shown by its confident and upright walking, with rapid head movements such as chicken necks. No longer the origin of stealing food from the minimarket because it is hungry, not distracted to play with the cat and pet it, even the steady pace does not make it have to stumble and fall again.
After some time, we finally arrived again at a three-story house consisting of a basement, ground floor, and second floor afterwards. With a combination of iron fences and white walls that protect the front of the house, walkways and stairs that contact the terrace with natural stone decorations and beautiful gardens around it, until the roofed main door is supported by a beautiful pillar with a vase of plants around it.
“I have to come here again, yes?” tanyaku lirih glance left-right difficult to enjoy the beauty and luxury of the scenery that this house provides.
“Ragib fast! Holy rush!” protest while pulling my hand again.
The door opened, and we entered without permission. Because the Sacred Owner of this house, it may be natural to enter the house at will and not express. But, I who had troubled her parents yesterday felt a little awkward and uncomfortable, only able to join the pet that the Holy pulled here and there.
Unlike yesterday, this time the Holy Mother immediately welcomed the Holy One, because she happened to be in the kitchen cooking something. Is this the smell of cake? “Ma, Saints learn first. Don't disturb,” Pinta Suci brief, directly behind the body to climb the stairs and go to his bedroom.
Like playing house yesterday, we sat at a low table on the left side of the room. Without further ado, Suci immediately opened the notebook, the package book as well, the papers, to open his laptop to start the learning session. “Come! Sacred start from where?” the question then after carrying three jars containing snacks.
“...” if I have to ask, I am also confused, anyway.
I just stared at all the learning materials that the Saints had to offer, sorting through what seemed easy, until I finally realized that there was not a single lesson that was easy for me to accept. I came to a conclusion, I just answered the Sacred question with a shoulder force as well as a look like a confused person.
ON the bed, Suci whined like a child. Hitting him, rolling around hugging a stuffed animal, screaming for help, like an angry child not being bought candy by his mother. I looked at him pityingly, because most of this was my fault as well. I lowered my head slightly, looking at the table containing the pile of paper and a notebook full of scribbles, continued to look away at the wall clock.
It's only been 15 minutes.
I turned to the left, looked at the tall long mirror, looked at myself who was stupid and pitiful. No. gabe. What am I pitied for? What should be pitied is precisely Suci, the girl who whines unfailingly. He had to face me who was not very smart, a student who had stayed in class but did not understand any lessons.
Is this all right?
The screams and whimpers of Sacred felt extremely loud. But, no knock from the outside who was planning to ask? Should I be thankful that no one heard it? If anyone sees it, whoever sees it, will blame and corner me for the no-no charges.
To be sure, now Suci has risen to sit up, said he wants to go to the bathroom, and opened the door in the corner of his room—which since yesterday makes me wonder what is covered by the door.
That means the bathroom, right?
I just sat awkwardly, confused as to what I better do. Helped by the Saints alone I am not becus, how can I learn on my own? I looked at the various writings, numbers, charts, arrow directions, circles, and ambiguous lines that filled the snapshot paper, but my mind really could not turn around and think how this problem could be solved.
But, does what Saints do teach me?
To be honest, I'd rather be taught by a doctor. If my attention is focused, I believe I can do the quiz and repeat to the maximum.
“Dumb magic, huh? Can't do it?” holy Protest 10 seconds when the study session begins. “This is how to use this, just change it, we add it, set the amount, the result just see the choice. Easy, right?” clearly Holy when starting to circle, give direction, and outline the questions and discussions on paper.
“....,” my eyes tried to follow his directions, even to the point of tilting my head trying to follow from the point of view of the Saints. It's just that, what I see this girl is just matching one formula with another formula, connected by arrows, symbols plus less for, to circle the answer on the problem paper.
What the hell is going on? I thought confused at the Sacred explanation.
Saints do not explain anything, except to include only obvious facts (that the way to do this problem is to use this formula). But, I still do not understand why, do not know the real reason why to use the formula.
“This is from where? Why is it like this?” my question is not understanding.
“From here,” holy encircles formula. “Then enter, add in numbers, keep working!”
“But why? Where can this result be obtained from?”
“Have been changed about coming here!”
“But this number is different from the one about love?”
“Because it's been calculated, right?” The saint re-created an arrow from one point to another. “Ouch! Just do the work, deh. Definitely understand!” holy Piss while taking a new question paper.
When viewed, the actual snapshot of Sacred discussion is very much different from this new problem paper. Full of lines and arrows, circles, and numbers everywhere. But, it felt as if my mind was still empty, with nothing but words of no sacred meaning (and a few arrows and circles).
“....,” I pensively, making Saints again upset and ferociously rebellious. The expression on his face was like confusion, he did not understand why I did not understand what the question was. Even though I was the one doing the thing, it was Holy who was frustrated and his hair was disheveled.
The Sacred gaze was filled with despair, visible from her straight hair being pulled violently by both her hands. Moreover, with the answer I chose as perfunctory, Suci who heard my reason answered because of instinct alone returned screaming and blasphemy.
“Gini can't? What kind of school, anyway? Teacher clearly didn't hear? What's your brain in order, huh!? So stupid! A fool! Begos! Dongo! Shrimp Brains! The bloon! An idiot! Huh, rich gini! It's Holy to clear, right!?” the Holy Blasphemy that works on its own new problem, then filled again by arrows and circles. “Now understand?” continue then.
“....,” my ring is silent on Saints. Again, I just scrunched my eyebrows and scratched my head that was not itchy from confusion.
“RAGIB BEGO!” holy Shouts. “Already, Holy clear SMP, deh!” holy Suggestion stood up immediately, went to his study table looking for a package book that has not been used anymore, for then we learn together what to teach.
Naas, the result is the same.
I don't know if I'm a fool, or a Saint who is not good at teaching.
I don't want to blame Saints either, anyway. He took the time to teach me a lot of things. Not everyone wants to do this, right?
…
Nah!
Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
Saints can't teach very well! He is smart, but not smart enough to share a piece of his genius with others.
It takes other skills to become a good teacher!
Since then, 15 minutes have passed. Whether this is a quick time or not, in the end Suci seemed to give up by removing tantrums on his soft mattress. Shouting was not out of order, trying to bring out all his emotions and anger.
Opening the door in the corner of the room, coming home from the bathroom, Saints look alive again like they just got divine enlightenment. Walking quietly, without anger and emotion, even displaying an enthusiastic face? Saints sat in front of me again, opened the package books and problem papers, resumed this endless learning. Wanna how? My and Holy nature are too contradictory, it is hard to find the meeting point.
“Bego really! Gini doang, right?”
“Ragib brain dipake, dong! Saints can do easy work, right?
“Kok can't do it anyway? Sacred confused Ragib can not where.”
“Idioott! Wrong again wrong again!”
“Tolol!”
And various other insults and ridicule continue to be thrown by the Holy, not a solution to the problem I am facing. I don't understand what I don't understand, Saints don't even know the suitable method to teach me this.
We are just like magnets with the same poles, with repelling properties. Cannot unite, can not produce one bright spot. Until a knock on the door, indicating that news has come. Whether it's bad news or good news, I just hope this can all be over soon..
Turning my head to respond, I wondered if it was the nurse who would send me additional snacks or drinks to help with the learning session, she said, or is it Mama and Papa Suci who are curious and worried about her son who is alone with an unknown man who hitched a ride to their house last night?
Whoever it is, help us! No.. help me!
Before I could see the apparition knocking on the door, my attention was distracted first by the sound of broken glass, like the sound of a falling glass.
The door is not half open yet. Is the problem that bad?
With the door leaf slowly opening, the light slowly giving out more tangible information, the appearance of a silhouette consisting only of mere shadows began to show its original body. She is a girl who wears round glasses, with wavy hair over shoulders, she is a girl who has the name ‘Nila’. Or according to the nurse woman, the call is ‘Mbak Nila’, yes?
Is this bad news for me?
NOW, we were forced to move the learning sessions from the Sacred's private room to the playroom located downstairs. Similar to before, I sat on the sofa adjacent to the door, while Nila and Suci relaxed in the bean bag at the other end of the room. We are far apart, we have to shout at each other if we want to communicate. Is this a more effective learning session? my thinking. But, I also cannot protest if the choice is only to study with Suci–which always insulted me.
But, will learning be more effective with the presence of the girl who looks at me full of hate? Like seeing a disgusting insect, but expelling it yourself is not daring?
Not brave, can't, won't, or any other obstacle?
I don't know that much myself.
Honestly, the distance we have this—which is far from one side of the room to the other side—reminds me of the learning sessions in school (minus the comfortable sofa and the teacher who sits casually in the bean bag). This learning session is also quite different from the learning session with Saints who seem more intimate and personal because the distance between students and teachers is only limited by one small low table.
In addition to school, this learning session is also similar bimbel, huh?
There is a reason why learning sessions should be moved to this playroom. In addition to Saints who may start to get bored, also an attempt to change the atmosphere so that Saints do not always insult and say rude, rude, another important reason had to do with this bespectacled girl with a sour face far in front of me.
Previously, after the sound of broken glass in front of the Holy room, then the door opened to reveal Nila as the appearance, it was more clear that this glasses girl was falling down powerless. Her body was shaking violently like fear of just seeing a creepy ghost, trying to find shelter or anything to shut itself down, she said, even to glance left-right like looking for a weapon or anything that can be thrown as an effort of self-protection.
Surprised by Nila's frightened response, I just glanced left-right, looking for what Nila was afraid of. Unfortunately, there is no one but me personally and Saints separated by this low table.
No. gabe. The saint was no longer in the room.
Unconcerned by the shards of glasses that were scattered, Suci immediately glided to embrace Nila like a lost child who finally found her birth mother. Saints like complaining to him, such as asking for help (on the girl who actually looks resigned), and then stroke his head like trying to release the longing that bothers him.
I woke up and leaned against the door frame, confused to see what was happening in front of me. Saints who hugged Nila asked for help, and Nila herself who looked at me was suspicious and full of threats.
“KE-WHY ARE YOU A-DA HERE!? YOU ARE HOLY!? DA-SAR MASSACRE! NO SHAME OF MIND! Just yesterday you troublesome Saints and her parents. You still want more? Now you're abusing him? YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED! ARE YOUR DEGREES THIS LOW!? I swear you've been unlucky for life! I swear you died horribly! Fucking guy!” nila snapped at me with a trembling and stammering voice.
“...” confusedly replied, I just kept quiet.
Wanna how? He's half right, really.
I had also expected that this would happen due to the Holy cries earlier. I want to defend myself it feels like it will be in vain.
“Your ka just shut up? Do-mean you do not-do not deny su-dah harassing Saints? Po-police! REPORT POLICE! REPORT NOW! Catch this motherfucker!” continued Nila while sitting suck trying to reach his phone.
“Hng? Nilaaaa! Holy tired! Ragib is hard to learn! Saints are confused as to how. Help Suciiii! Very stupid ragib. SMP cannot! Huaaaa!” holy Cry after Nila slightly moved, destroying the focus and comfort of the Saints to relax gaining the warmth of this bespectacled girl.
“H-ah…? Dawned? SMP?”
“Help Suciiii! Very repotted. Huaaaaa!” holy Whine again.
“Help you? You're gapapa, Ci?”
“Where is it!? Holy stress how to teach Rajib. He's a real fool! Can't understand!”
“...” replied Nila silently, still trying to rack her brain to follow what was really happening around her. He looked back and forth at Sacred and rolled his eyes, while stroking the Sacred head to calm himself down. Until Nila's gaze began to turn to me, a look of disgust and full of threats of insults, as well as frowning eyebrows. But this gaze was more friendly, with no intention to call the police and reinforcements.
I just shrugged, as if saying ‘I'm innocent, ya!’
Although the misunderstanding had already been resolved briefly and quickly, Nila's sour face was still plastered clear with no signs of improving any time soon, like a sour face this is the characteristic possessed by the girl with glasses round. Is he always surly to his friends? Is she okay? Or is the Saint the only friend? Or was Suci forced to befriend him?
Maybe not. Seen from Saints who glided around Nila just now, it was very noticeable that Saints loved Nila wholeheartedly. Sacred hugged him tightly like a close relative, Sacred wanted the presence of the girl in round glasses.
Unfortunately, the fact that these two girls loved each other and were close relatives did not help my problems at all. The one girl acting like a boy taught me nothing but blasphemy and insults, and the other girl always looked at me with a menacing disgust, even wanting to throw me out of this house. After that, I started thinking about other issues, about how I should fix the relationship with Remi, maybe Faisal, so that I would still be accepted by their group.
Since I have no other choice but to fail the exam, I should at least use the rest of the time to the maximum, right? I had to prepare myself more mature, had to face the fact that I had to change schools.
Or is it just a threat, right?
The proof, I stayed in class last year was not a big deal, right? I can still be friends with Balkis, the OSIS kids, and Remi is still hanging out at the station stall because it's close to her index, right?
Come to think of it, I can just relax…? No need to exaggerate, no need to bring dizziness…? Kkkkp. Just relax...just relax! Yeah, relax!
“Suci, where do I start? Besides why should you help that guy learn, anyway?”
“From the beginning. Taught like a saint yesterday! Nila pinter, right? Saints sure Nila can! Ragib is a fool not becus,” added Suci sleep casually eating colorful macarons.
“Eughh,” protested Nila blatantly like she was about to vomit while opening the package book. “Woi, open the 10 page 41 class math package book. You can see the pink box, right? Try to read slowly and meaning yourself, then explain to me your interpretation,” he continued later in a cynical tone.
“Ah, pink box? Em... It's right here, right there... So? Hm... I don't really know? I don't know. I think we're learning math. Why so many chemical formulas, letters, and gini symbols?” I answered plainly Nila.
“Haaah,” sigh Disappointed Nila. “Indeed the brains of shrimp,” he continued mocking and blaspheming following Saints.
MATHEMATICS is lost, there is no need to spend energy on something that cannot be understood in a short time. Nila turned learning to the lessons of history, science, and all forms of memorization that emphasized memory more than the logic of numbers and multilevel formula formulas that require sharp concentration. We start from the simplest thing, which is learning to memorize itself. If the formula cannot be memorized, how can the problem solving of the problem be solved, right?
“How? Do you feel better?” asked Nila while playing Holy hair, twisting it, waving it, eating the macaron filled the boredom.
“Lumayan. I never thought of shortening important words to acronyms. After knowing the pattern, I am quite used to it,” I replied after entering three hours of learning sessions, with the distance still far from Nila in this playroom.
Forgetting the numbers, I was now taught to memorize it through various methods. Some are analogous to the real world, abbreviating it by acronyms, forgetting unimportant details and directly focusing on the topic only, and various other methods. Although Nila's face was sour as hateful and not willing to teach me, it is undeniable that the learning system and method are more effective than many unimportant arrow lines and circles (because they cannot be done over long distances).
“Good then. If so, my job is done, isn't it, Ci? I helped him learn?” tanya Nila who still continues to caress Sacred or sometimes hugs her awkwardly.
Hearing the information that the learning session was over, the half-asleep Saint immediately woke up and returned enthusiastically remembering the main reason why he had wanted to help me learn from the beginning. “Completed? Ragib finished studying? Go for a walk so? Asiik!” holy Papar glee. “Ragib, week at mall at 9 o'clock, yes! Wow, very holy. Can't wait! Ehe-hehe, hehehe!” continue giggling.
“You're going?” tanya Nila raised an eyebrow next to her.
“Yes! Exhibition painting! Just go! Holy impatient!”
“Hah!? Holy, are you going to go with this guy? Both? Why not take me? Why should be the same guy who just knew this, anyway?” ask Nila jealous.
“Nila want to come? Comeing! But understand painting?”
“Pa-understand, really! Anyway, I have to come! You don't believe in strangers, Ci! Don't be the same as this jerk! I have to protect you!”
“OK. Come on threesome!” sacred Smile.
A jerk? Is this feeling of hatred for me natural, huh? I don't remember ever doing anything to him that could make me so hated like this. Have I ever done anything wrong? I don't understand why Nila hates me so much like this. I. I also don't understand why Remi left me. I don't understand why Faisal rarely invites me to play futsal, I don't understand why OSIS refuses me to attend meetings, even though I often help them.
…
Why is my mind off?
But.. I am curious!!!
I never wanted to hurt someone. I was just trying to be everyone's friend, helping others, trying to be everyone's favorite, so that I wouldn't be left out again. Is that bad? Where's the bad location? Why are there people who do not like me, even though kindness has been sown everywhere?
I thought, Saints themselves have accepted my existence (though I don't know where it is). Yesterday's incident in the living room—when I accidentally joined hugged—was forgiven by Saints, right? Holy Mama is good to me too. Giving me a change of clothes, allowing me to stay over, giving dinner, but why does Nila still continue to hate?
His way of teaching was indeed very professional, putting aside his hatred for me. I admit it, I appreciate it.
But, I don't know how later when it comes to spending time with someone who hates me? What I do will always go wrong in his eyes. Although my purpose here is only to accompany Saints, Nila will not be silent if this loved one faces problems, right?
Is everything gonna be okay?
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Turns out Ragib wants to be taught as Holy?
But apparently how to learn Suci is far the same as Rajib thought
It was even boasted by WKWKWKWKWKWKWKWKWK
Welcome back, guys!
After all the hell that the Ragib went through to be taught was equally Holy
Ragib was finally taught by Nila
Is this progress and is it a good thing?
But more importantly, how will their “katan” be?
When the contents are people who hate each other WKWKWKWKWKW
Btw …
See you next time;)
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