Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 18: Grasping and Mastering the World

SCHOOL returned to normal, I went to school normally, returned to normal (though certainly not back to zero). Back as if there were no problems at all, I could forget about yesterday's troublesome trip.

Nothing happened, nothing happened, I met no one, not even a warning from the teacher I could ignore. No need to worry about quizzes or replicas that come, there is still time to study and do not disappoint at the midterm assessment, even at the end of the semester assessment. I can still meet the minimum requirement of compulsory lessons, no need to worry about the creepy school transfer. Still can meet friends, can still play with friends, can still make friends.

There's nothing to worry about.

Everything's fine.

“There is still a friend, no need to be lonely anymore,” I said in front of the mirror, with a long sigh. “Everything's back to normal, it's just another day to go to school. Still can help Balkis and OSIS, there is still an appointment with Faisal at the weekend, there is Remi also who always plays and spends time at the station stalls. In fact, is there a tournament that I might be able to do with Remi? Anyway there are still many activities that I can do, maybe I can also while looking for a friend who can help with learning? Yep. Lt could. Everything can be arranged. Everything is fine.”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath.

Trying to reset breathing, trying to reset feelings. Reflexes, I looked at the wall clock. “Ah, I have to leave,” I said more calmly.

With the fact that today was held after-quiz Pak Prima, I was immediately alone in the corner of the room, separated from other students who were busy and focused on learning sessions. With more careful preparation, with a fitter body, and no nightmares at night, I was able to do this quiz smoothly.

Not to forget, there is the role of Nila (not Sacred) that helps me summarize the 11th grade learning into one lecture session only. Although Nila did hate me from her deepest heart, learning sessions were conducted remotely from end to end of the room, her tricks and suggestions to find shortcuts to a problem really imprint on the mind.

Although in fact, this is indeed my second 11th class which helps me better understand Nila's explanation.

How else would you like? School lessons are not important at all.

Because it is not applied to the real world, the lessons are easily forgotten by us, right? So what did we learn from the beginning?

Luckily, although I was literally shunned by classmates (who were focused on doing follow-up quizzes), the panic attacks did not gnaw my throat anymore. Maybe because my mind is focused on doing things? Could be. Most importantly, everything went well. No more dramas that talk about me falling apart again, no more gossip from classmates talking about me about anything else, the learning process from Pak Prima was going well (although we still hope there are empty hours, anyway).

“Don't forget his homework was done,” said Mr. Prima closed the lesson while compiling books and documents. “Ragib, help bring, yes.”

“Eh? Ready, sir! Execute!” respect me with confidence because the quiz was successfully completed well. Not to forget the big smile, also the puffed up chest.

“Eh, Gib. Later to the office, dong!” julian whispered my friend.

“Ah, yes agree. Can you pollinate a little?”

“Hm…? You guys not having breakfast? Kasian is lager again. Kkkk!” kekehku with low tone also “You buy what?”

“Yellow rice or fried noodles aja.”

“Mana can buset. Practical fritters!”

“Ragib? Come,” invite Mr. Prima to break up these short whispers while standing awkwardly in front of the class.

“Siap, sir! Kkkk!” my reply instantly stood nimble and ran towards the teacher's desk, picking up various student books and other papers on it. Walking up to Mr. Prima past the blackboard, I turned to Julian trying to communicate by giving each other a gesture of head and blink of an eye. Coded each other, communicated with each other about the decisions to be made before I practically left the classroom.

“Where? So, right?” I asked without a sound, except for the head gesture.

They also answered with other movements and gestures, starting from hand movements like the snap of a finger like a symbol of money, then the hand that pointed at me, there was also a nod of the head as a sign of agreement, until not forgetting a blink of the eye that asked me to make this action unknown to anyone. Maybe, the translation will be like ‘iya buy aja, Gib. But the money from lo first, yes.’

With my fully-understood nod, I practically passed through the classroom door to exit while being accompanied by a voiceless laughter.

Realizing that I was quite left behind by Mr. Prima, I started prancing around in a small run to catch up with him. Take a leisurely walk through the school corridor, and finally return to my favorite room, a room in the middle of the main building overlooking the ceremonial square. With plenty of vents and fans, this is the space where teachers gossip and complain about their days at work.

But, as this was still hours of study and there were obligations to be carried out, the teacher room seemed empty with no occupants. There are some, but it's just a matter of fingers. Some looked at me wondering who came, some greeted me with a small laugh.

Rather than not being responded to at all, this was still fine.

“What's the matter Mr Prima? The yeast act again? Haha. Spirit, yes!”

“Hem,” deham Pak Prima with a slightly high tone like laughing. After that, we continued to walk slowly, until finally we reached Pak Prima's desk to directly store books and question sheets. At first, I wanted to say something. However, Mr. Prima apparently still needs my presence. He called me short, as a practical sign to forbid me from going anywhere first.

I'm welcome to sit in the next chair, ready to listen to another boring lecture.

Or didn't?

There is a small smile that gives the impression that Mr Prima is in good heart condition, maybe even happy? With my confidence in working out the perfect matter, I was ready to answer with the same big smile. My heart is racing, ready to laugh, ready to hope for praise.

“Yeah, nice good. I glimpsed, it seems like you did fill in the answer well, huh? Have you started studying hard again? Goody. Maybe you don't need to change schools? Could could. Arrangeable. Unfortunately your grades are still below average, Gib. Ahahahahah! Later in the afternoon join additional classes, yes!” jest Mr. Prima while sitting down.

It can be seen, in the eyes of Mr. Prima there is a hope that lives again.

That hope also caught on to me, like a passionate and starry holy eye, which responded with a happy and proud nod. “Siap, sir! Kkkkk.”

For the first time, I walked out of the teacher room with a satisfied feeling and an airy heart. Although I usually don't care much about the lectures or whatever the teacher gives me, this time I'm really happy. Like something was successfully achieved, like I managed to reach the top of the mountain and could see the beautiful scenery amaze the eyes.

I wanted to scream, I felt like I had managed to grasp and rule the world.

Oh yeah, I gotta turn first, huh?

I still have to go to the cafeteria. I'll treat all my classmates.

HARI has turned orange, the last bell is ringing the sign of students can go home and rest, may to start doing their homework even though the school has made tired and drained.

After finishing the extra class, I took the initiative to go to the back room filled with the squeaking sound of shoes and asphalt, as well as the sound of the ball being reflected. There is good news to be told!

While drinking the cold fruit-flavored milk, I stared at the twilight with a calmer feeling than before. No. gabe. Not so quiet. I just took a troublesome extra class. My head was hot, smoke billowing from the crown, like smoke rising from boiling water.

“Means you don't need to change schools? Definitely sure? Ufufufu! Great Ragib, great!” call the girl with fluffy hair while hitting my back as usual. “What are the additional classes? Can you follow?”

“I'm basically not an idiot. I never learn because there is no time. So, if you already understand the basics, especially this is the second year, the rest just follow. Easy peazy,” I replied with confidence.

“Do I need to stay in class too, huh? Don't want to also if you have to pass first continue to leave you, Gib. Cassian. Ufufufu.”

“Tangilin I? Idiho. You don't want to be away from your parents and sister kali? Kkkk.”

“Iya. That also. I also could not graduate directly from college. Still have to help the parents, sister was still small all,” confounded Atma while swinging her legs.

Ah, goddamn. It even got like this. I don't intend to offend this.

Awkwardly, I pat Atma's shoulder gently. Feeling astonished, Atma immediately hit me again not wanting to be pitied. Afterwards, we switched the conversation on a lighter topic, joked with each other and filled the time comfortably and pleasantly. It's just school life that's back to normal, my mind happy

Very pleasant and soothing, no need to worry there are people who are busy scolding and saying rude again.

“Atma, want to buy a drink, dong!” shouted one from the end of the corridor, a student who had just finished his basketball extracurricular training.

“Okee!” atma answered cheerfully as usual. “Gue get there first, Gib. Bentar,” he continued while carrying a container that contains many drinks.

“Eh, I'm also first, yes. Go to the station first.”

“Eh? Now…? Yasudah. Until tomorrow,” replied Atma a little disappointed.

Wanna how? I had to split the time for each of my friends to not be left behind again, and it was time to play with Remi.

Although actually, I was planning to cancel playing to the station stall because I heard the sound of a collision. With this close distance, it should be the sound of Atma. And sure enough, it looks like two people who are sitting down fell down, and one of them is a girl with fluffy hair.

They got hit in a corridor junction? This girl fucked on, huh? Kkkkp.

The container that Atma was carrying fell, the entire drink he was about to sell now practically turned into a puddle of dirty water on the tile.

However, there was already a large, bear-like disciple who helped Atma to rise.

That's Gatra?

As usual, Atma laughed at his misfortune, not forgetting a blow to his interlocutor's back. It feels awkward if I help, I thought. After all, I did see Atma and Gatra quite often together. Is destiny this time more gentle to the Atma?

Finally, Atma was evacuated to a safer place, the accident was resolved as nothing happened there.

SITTING on a cement chair with a tiled surface, me, Remi, Jojo, and the others were playing mobile as usual. Stare with focus, trying to think of strategies on how to win the game and destroy the enemy palace.

“Oh, this is our support to die again, anyway? Really weak. How do we win!?” satirize someone.

“Kkkk. Sorry sorry. I was sacrificing yourself beer you guys can escape.”

“Tck.”

“Backback. Can't make maksa. Farming first find money.”

“Udah said many times the feelings of the Ragib not really, deh,” whispered a person who can be heard clearly. I could only respond with another smile and a drink up, while waiting for the time to return to respawn.

“Level lo misses a lot, Gib. We got our comeback?” another protest.

“Red days continue.”

“Udah said you find a position behind aja, Gib. Don't haphazardly come forward and die again, dong! If you die how can we win? I always repeat the same mistake. If you want to find random people for a long time,” advice Remi tiredly like a parent who is not strong to handle the attitude of his son who is stubborn and difficult to manage.

“Kkkk. Sorry sorry. My thoughts are mengepul nih abis extra class.”

“Ah time? Reasons are usually.”

“Yang really?”

“Udah. Focus focus! Losing time again, anyway?”

And that way, I refocused myself on playing better, following Remi's advice and trying not to be another burden. The thing is, I don't play very intensively like them. The ability we have has a significant difference. But, I had no choice but to catch up. I want to play with them.

I don't want to be left like yesterday!

“Good! Win too. Steady!” remi exclamation clenched his hands with the position of ‘yes’, followed by a long exhale, stretching hands, or body support like just past a natural disaster. “Bent a break first. Tired of the oath,” he continued sipping coffee.

“Well, what's the end anyway? Just played too. Kkkkp. Let's play again!”

“Lo is new, Gib. We played from earlier.”

“Lagian lo take extra class events, anyway? Najis bet dah's. Are you a student of Pinter who wants to participate in the Olympics? Not really, right?”

““Ahahahahaha!””

“Gue does not want to also buset. Asked by Mr. Prima. Yes itung-itung steal hearts to get the value of affection, right? Kkkkk.”

“Ngapain anyway, Gib? I'm telling you, for you too, good advice from a friend. What is the focus of the school, anyway? This is the kind of brainwashing from the government to make people so robots know, right? We are human. Have lust and freedom! We chase dreams and go to school. That's more useful! Successful people also mostly drop out of school, right? Lo know, don't you? People who are tired of school will work in the company of people who actually come out!”

“Nah, agreed. Why become a smart person if you end up being an employee too? So the corporate slave and his life were restrained in this order. Don't want me.”

“Ga there are benefits to studying in school. Mending play games. Can sharpen the brain, improve reason and make tajem mind, fidget reflex too, everything is made! I saw that there was research on the internet yesterday.”

“Gue also males the actual school. Anything prohibited. Yesterday I was reprimanded ‘must obey the rules bla bla bla’ buset? Want to breath must also permit times, yes?”

“Lo still mending. If it is one second late, the classroom door will be closed. Are teachers often late? Very hypocritical indeed. Want permission to enter if you have to be bullied first in front of the class to make a loud speech. Vomit me.”

““Ahahahahaha!””

“Got good school indeed. So mending playing games, lah.”

“Eh, find again, yuk?”

“Come come.”

“Don't be a burden again lo, Gib. I'm tired of swearing.”

“Kkkk, yes I have. Uh, I did all the training at kos lo how, Rem?”

“Hah? Emm... nginep at my boarding house?” worried Remi long enough. “Bby, lah. But if you sleep snoring again I banjur lo use water seember!”

“Kkkk, relaxii.”

Until the day has turned dark, we still continue to stare at mobile phones to play games and chase diamond ratings. With motivation embedded in the heart, as well as a brainwashing of some people around, this is indeed better than doing obligations as a school student.

I'm not supporting them to leave school.

But, I also did not reject the advice of my friends.

My only priority right now is not the school world.

Until it was time to go to sleep, we began to separate from each other. Go to each other's houses, unless I personally follow Remi back to her index. Sleeping on a makeshift rug, using a backpack as a pillow, trying my best not to snore or I must be buffed.

Not a troublesome rule.

As long as you're with friends, it doesn't matter.

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Finally Rajib can go back to his normal days!

Even Mr. Prima to muji him WKWKWKK very strange yak

Is this still called normal? Will tomorrow be the end?

Welcome back, guys!

Is this good news, that Rajib can return to normal life?

Moreover, it is clearly Ragib who refuses the presence of Saints right?

But he has no regrets huh has snapped Saints raw that?

Hmmmm.. let's wait for the continuation of :D.

Btw …

See you next time;)

Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!