Satan, Holy, Human

Chapter 19: No Need to Be Angry Again

UNTIL the next few days, I actually returned to living a normal life routine, as usual. Late to wake up in Remi's place because of the alarm that is not so bad, shower with only one or two dipper, go to school with running in a splash like a dog chased, infiltrate the motor park because the front gate has been closed, to sneak into the canteen and conspire with the employees there.

If not unlucky, you can also sneak into the bathroom to really look like a student who is officially present despite leaving the morning prayer session.

Techniques and ways that are quite stressful, but proven safe from punishment. No need to follow the frills of morning exercise from the discipline that actually does bullying. No need to do squats or push-ups in the middle of the ceremony room with students who are caught late.

Furthermore, after performing the morning prayer session that is almost finished (and hoping that the first hour is an empty hour and the teacher does not come), the activity began to be done as needed. Some do chores and homework together, some gossip about upperclassmen, or some talk about their personal world.

I personally? Of course, bring out breakfast.

After buying fried food, yellow rice, or anything that has been provided by the canteen officer—maybe also from Atma— parents who are easy to carry, I began to open it to eat it secretly.

No. gabe.

Actually, even if there is a teacher I will definitely steal the time to eat this breakfast. Not to forget, persuading my countrymen with a bribe or maybe a cold drink so as not to complain and report it to the teacher.

The thing is, I can't destroy my image in front of the teachers anymore. With the threat that I would be kicked out of school, it meant that the teachers had almost given up on me. It's hard to quibble, it's hard to get the value of affection anymore.

But this time, everything will go well.

No need to stay in class anymore, no need to force to go up to class but with the payment that I will be kicked out of school.

The problems of Mr. Doctor and Mr. Prima can be resolved, the future is wide open.

“Don't forget to go straight home, yes. Don't mess around to the mall it's not clear if you still wear school uniforms. Do not make the school name so bad,” say goodbye to a teacher at the end of school time.

Eventually, as prison time ended, we managed to breathe fresh air again. Successful completion of the learning process that can not be distinguished from a bedtime story, can solve all the troublesome things that are part of the brainwashing program of the government.

I think I'm starting to understand what Remi said yesterday, my inner self.

At this free time, there are some things I can do to pass the time. Maybe in the cafeteria or back court where Atma (now with Gatra) peddled his parents' wares, maybe hoping Faisal invited him to play futsal again, following a study session held by OSIS with Balkis, he said, odd jobs are told by teachers to help move documents, help janitors clean the classroom, and, do whatever it is by not forgetting to end it by going to the station stall to play with Remi and other friends (and also staying at Remi's index or anyone I can ask for or a squeeze with snacks).

A fun school day.

School without any distractions or problems.

Everything happened smoothly, until the weekend came, it was time to keep the promise with Faisal. Actually, nothing significant happened. I just came a little too fast, the shopping procession itself was quite simple, until it ended in the middle of the day because Faisal turned out there was another appointment.

“You are always reliable. I go first, yeah! Later if you want to ask for help again you will be ready, right? Huhahah! Thanks again, yes!” faisal laughed as he left slowly and waved his hand.

“Quiet! I am always ready to help anyone! Kkkkkkk!” laughter satisfied.

UNTIL there was an unexpected incident at the time of returning home from school, an exception that I did not think and expected, when I thought everything would be ordinary days. When I was planning to chat with Atma about one or two things, maybe helping the cafeteria or the janitor, maybe even being told by the teacher to help whatever it was, maybe ask Faisal when we can futsal again, maybe it will end again spending time with Remi to play.

Why should it be today? I wonder

What happened on Wednesday? What is special about Wednesday?

Why is he facing me again?

Although to be honest, there was a bit of delight in the little heart once he saw her again.

Actually, I could easily find him at school, because he is indeed the official student of this school. But maybe it was my subconscious that rejected it, maybe because fate wasn't on our side, or maybe it was because this girl didn't go to school in the last three weeks, this is the first time I have ever met the Saints again. The girl who had a slender slender body, with ample breasts of tepos and flat (i curse myself always to pay attention to this again), with jet-black hair tied up like a ponytail, was very flat, with her ears small and small.

Actually, this girl lowered her head not daring to show her face.

However, I was certain of the identity of the girl who lived my way.

“What are you doing here?” I said astonished while furrowing my eyebrows.

I knew my question consisted only of words that came out half-heartedly, even a voice that seemed to be whispering. How else would you like? This is a really sincere question from my heart, really curious what this girl is doing. The problem is, we're not passing accidentally in a corridor junction or something. Saints purposely stole my attention, cutting off my path of wanting to live normal days, like wanting to tell something.

Even so, my question is still not addressed by Saints. He was only silent for a thousand words, not even seeming to plan to raise his head? It is still selfish to bow his head, there is no intention to express the purpose and purpose of this action.

Actually, I was still curious and a little hopeful, despite my heart that was getting upset and wanted the bodo to feel very indifferent. Unfortunately, my pride refused to melt. “Tck,” decakku while planning to leave this girl.

“...?”

“Ehm, i-it. Kas-ih's? A biscuit. Ragib,” continued stammered unruly.

“Hah? I don't understand? I don't have anything. I don't have any biscuits. Would you like to buy me a biscuit?”

“Not. No. gabe. Excuse me. A biscuit. This is a love biscuit to Rajib,” he said is still soft but this time with more complete. My hand began to be taken off, and his other hand which was hidden from the beginning behind his body began to show something. “Suci apologized. To Rajib. Excuse me. This is a biscuit... for Rajib,” he added while giving a gesture that is quite funny but stiff, while giving a transparent container containing chocolate biscuits with both hands.

I looked at Suci curiously, then looked at the biscuits between us, then looked back at Suci in confusion. In fact, when I noticed, Sacred's face was red as if she was holding back embarrassment. His head turned to the side, trying not to make eye contact with me.

“Forku? Th-thank you,” I replied awkwardly. I grabbed a transparent plastic container filled with eight dry circle biscuits with sprinkles of those chocochips, trying to finish and leave from this same moment that made us feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Wait for. Whatisit?

Why the Holy Hand?

When I took the container from Suci—maybe because it was covered by this biscuit container, or maybe because I was not focused—seen a lot of plaster covering the Holy fingers here and there.

It makes me feel bad, but my mind feels sad and guilty.

“Ehe, hehe-hehe, hehehe,” chuckles Holy furthermore while pulling both of his hands to get back hidden behind his body. “Ragib thank sorry Saints?”

“Sorry? Accept it. But, why? I should be the one apologizing, right?”

“Hehe-hehe! Ragib, thank you! Are we friends again? Friend?”

“Friends? Bo-can only.”

“Hehe-hehe, hehehe,” chuckles Holy as if showing off. “Now, let's go home!”

“Go home? To your house? Tung—” before I managed to finish my words, as usual, Sacred pulled a hand deftly. The Saints asked me to leave again, in a similar pattern to the first time they met. Go to the security guard room, cross the road carelessly, go wait for the city transport car in green with two white lines, Suci again enjoy the wind of the trip, go wait for the city transport car in green with two white lines, then almost fell again when down the stairs from the city transport car, until finally back to this three-story luxury house again.

As usual, Saints are still pushy, still taking me without permission again.

Didn't ask me if I wanted to visit his house, but instead told me to go back home.

But, it felt like this time I didn't want to protest, even scolding her.

In fact, I feel no need to be angry anymore.

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Everything is back to normal

But suddenly Saints came and apologized?

EVEN A BISCUIT GIFT?

Welcome back, guys!

Although I'm sorry, but Suci still likes to make it

WWKWKWKW

But, I guess Ragib is just now starting to like it?

Cieee is missing

Btw …

See you next time;)

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