Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 2: Trying to Be Useful
AFTER passing through the daily life and the forms of events that occur in school, finally
the final bell rang, a sound that was eagerly awaited by the entire population
school. Not only students and students who attend school, officers and employees
also rejoicing, even to the janitor anyway. Everyone is waiting
the sound of this bell, all featuring a big smile can finally go home and
repose.
Mr. meatballs seller, cold drink seller next to him, until
some residents of the canteen were happy to hear the bell. This means,
there will be more potential customers who can help them provide
his family. A tired and tired body sometimes requires additional consumption
in the afternoon, right?
For me personally, there are other routines that are usually done as it sounds
the school bell rang (if there was no impromptu request that I should
assistive). Without being told twice, with muscle memory that has been arranged memorized
in such a way, I set my foot out of the back gate
school, down the sidewalk on the side of the road where some tiles are damaged (because
it was crushed by a tree, or it said it was stolen by someone at night).
I'm a little confused. Is anyone going to buy a sidewalk?
Remi said, there's always.
Once curious and confused, I asked further related
that problem. Remi said, anything can be sold anywhere. I was originally
want to continue the questions that still hang. But, after I thought
let it go again, no need to think about it. Just play the phone, I said
in heart.
Trying to fill up the entertainment while walking leisurely, I saw various
vehicles on the road that pass. Starting from cars, motorcycles, transport
cities that sometimes stop suddenly cause traffic jams, sometimes also
passing trucks and large buses, until a silent rickshaw resigned no passengers
new.
It is not a decent entertainment. But, this I did so that I could
spend about 10 minutes to get to your favorite place
to hang out and gather with friends from various schools. Fill out
time by entertaining yourself more properly is like rebuking a lesson
schools, the education system itself, sometimes annoying teachers,
arguing the coachman talked about anything, until he finally went home without
create a clear solution.
After a journey full of dust and air pollution, sometimes
also the noise pollution in the form of a shout or horn, my body automatically turns to the left
following the sidewalk groove. Passing the more crowded streets because of the people
who was busy looking for parking, then continued walking in a circle because in the middle
the road had a statue of a carriage, until I finally met a coffee shop
which has a table and chairs of cement with a tile surface, like a
sacrificial altars, very different from coffee shops in general with chairs
from the wooden table (though I don't know if this is true
cement or just marble).
“Wah, come also lo. The handsome Ragib, a throat disorder! Kakaka!”
call a student with hair with a slippery gel to the back who is wearing
black T-shirt and gray uniform pants. “Over time, anyway?”
“Kkkkk. Ordinary. Prepare for time
front so slippery slippery lo hair, Rem,” reply me while sitting on the chair
cement next to Remi, the student has slippery hair behind it.
“Mana there!” the rejection is full of emotion.
“Kkkk, relax aja buset. Joking about this. It's already. Bang, buy
fried, yes! Don't wither again like yesterday. Kkkkk,” my door later.
If it can be explained, this coffee shop is a square area
a pretty big length. A quarter less territory in the left corner
used for kitchen and food preservation itself. The rest is a place
for customers to sit and enjoy the food. But, half
the area on the right is full of wooden chairs and tables like a coffee shop
generally, while the remaining quarter is the seat table area of cement
which I, Remi, and other friends are using.
“Si-siyap, maws,” replied a thin man who was about 20 years old
all in all, who went straight to the back of the coffee shop, went back
the walls of this exclusive feeding area of cement (or marble).
In this area of dining with cement tables and chairs, there were three people
other than me and Remi who had also stripped off the white shirt of her uniform,
but I still knew that two of them were Remi's friends from school
different ones. They all have something in common, namely a collection of high school students
11, all of which are cool to play games on their respective phones. Because it's more
first arrived at the place, seen scattered treats of fried, black coffee in the
in glass cups, plastic wrap yellow snack packaging for nuts
atom, and green wrap for biscuits.
Not to forget, an ashtray whose actual function is not known for what
because cigarette ash remains thrown carelessly scattered on this cement table.
“Come login, Gib. Jump up ranking so you can come along
next month's tournament registration in the next mall,” invite Remi still playing
his cellphone.
“Hah!? Know where, lo?” jojo asked, a student in a white T-shirt and eyes
squinty.
“Yesterday was in the bald guy's video, right? Do people not watch him? Him
elahin at length,” protest Remi Emotions.
“Which box? The Blue Whale player?”
“Lo still joining the Blue Whale team? I told you those tips
lied all. Just for content! And you don't know Bobi the Bald? Very males, really,
bye! I told you to watch him, watch him, you have to watch him!
Why can't I ever tell you, anyway?” snapped Remi.
“Rather than in stress school, playing games is also stress? I want to choose
entertainment that makes me happy, is!” jojo defended himself.
“Mendang mending mending. Reason for you. Others are many
busy people don't protest, do they? I saw his comments there was aja gempetin themselves.”
“Kkkk, just started to get hot like hell. You're abis
diablery, what? Demen is fighting. Eat first yuk, eat,” split me on
fuck this before it makes things even more awkward. “Come mending login for us?” I'm trying to return the topic.
“Yeshunt.”
“He is, come.”
And that way, we immediately stared at the focus of each phone.
We tilt the phone, open one of the MOBA game applications, online multiplayer
battle arena, a game that requires the player to destroy
enemy castles with different heroes and powers. After a quick match search, we immediately changed our sitting position more swiftly to start
the game.
In this match (or maybe in every match), I
get a role to be part of support that ensures friends
not dying in vain. Like healing his dying blood, or even
a strategy to sacrifice yourself in order to lure the enemy's focus to kill
my heroes only (not excuses and alibis for the answer to why I died so much).
“Aduh, die again our support. Why, anyway?”
“So this heavy match. Gib, you find a safe position,
dong!” snapped Remi.
“Kkkkk. Excuse me. This self-sacrifice tactic!” I said defend myself.
“Do not apologize. Do the right thing,” protest Remi next.
“Mending 4 against 5 if gini the situation,” said one slowly.
While we were busy trying to win (even though I was just
watching because my hero is still dead), suddenly a man came
deliver a plate of warm fried. “Si-siylawkan,” said with
trembling.
Understandably, this skinny guy with dark brown skin is a little problematic. Well-rounded
his face, or the fingers on his left hand. No. gabe. Not just a little.
The organs were indeed abnormal, like being pulled to the inside.
His appearance was no longer a normal body appearance.
His face was folded into the inside of his skull, so to speak or
breathing also has difficulties.
“Iwni, pewsawnan gowrengannya, yua!” continued the poor man while
putting plate. Through the service, we can see the fingers on the hands
its left consists of only three functioning fingers. The thumbs, the thumbs,
his index finger, and also half the middle finger. The rest, the fingers
folded into his palm, completely unusable.
After that, the poor man who was usually called Mas Marno was direct
parting from our table, go straight to give warm tea to the buyer at
the next wooden table.
“Well, it's live again,” call me staring at the phone with notice
that my hero is back alive. “Come on, continue the war.
I came,” I said enthusiastically as a support with dead numbers
11 who keep trying to be useful, try to keep everything
stay alive.
NINE minutes
passed, the game we played had already met the end point because the palace belonged
the enemy was finally destroyed. Finally, we can continue the activity
lain—which actually consists of nothing but eating, smoking, and
drink kopi—and rest our phone which is getting hot.
“Udah hot? It's so ugly your phone, Gib. I said what too? Don't
buy that cheap phone. Ugly, nothing, short life
bang,” protest Remi again.
“Kkkkk. Yeah how are you doing again? I forgot the battery last night. So then
a lot of problems deh,” answered I started taking powerbank.
“Ah, which is real?” tanya Remi was dubious.
““AHAHAHAHAH!”” laughter all responds Remi.
“Eh, by the way. Rem, you know Gatra, don't you? Lo follow the exculpation
basketball too, right?” jojo asked to switch the conversation.
“Gatra? Buset. I think everybody's talking about him mulu, huh? Yes yes. Him
tall, he's big, he's handsome, he's cold, everything people talk about
that's true. Whahuh? You also crave Gatra?”
“Mana. My girl's cravings. He was screaming melted yesterday, he,
or clamps, or whatever I don't understand. The problem is, the object is
Gatra. Yes kesel my dong? I want to go to Gatra, or at least
do the same with him.”
“Ah, which is true? You craving girl, here?”
“Eh seriously, buset.”
“Lo any problems with guys? How important and big is your problem?
Just hang on. Male problems yes resolve with physical.”
“Realistic, dong. Where can I be as ordinary as this, opponent
monster like him? Like a human fighting a bear. Once slap me
also passed out kali?”
“But very good lo. Don't be a coward! Gini's trivial problems yes
finish it easily. There are a lot of people out there who have more problems, huh?
But they can be tough, right? Do not want to lose with them, dong!” tips
Remi with furrowed eyebrows.
“Not a cowardly problem or not, moron. I just want to know Gatra
“Ooh. Say dong. If my advice, go all the way like a kayak
Gatra. He is big but can't see the situation. Always at will
alone, everything must be according to his wishes. Body-to-body
big one, huh? He wants to be in control, cannot learn to be the majority. Understood
I mean, right? I and the basketball team kept him away. Let's know the taste.
Very bad behavior. Lick the teacher, look for face, let's get value
gede alone. OH, I SAW THIS YESTERDAY. Maybe because of his big body,
it's his nature to oppress the little things, huh? Behind the school, I
denger there's a cat meowing cry. Buset I thought. This is Gatra the monster
really, huh? Like no one saw him, he tortured cats for entertainment?”
rumour Remi with enthusiasm.
“Wah? Seriously, lo? My girl is blind, yes!”
“So farin this Gatra. There's only a problem if we get stuck
same is bear. Girl you also tell me, Gatar is a violent monster. Repressingly
small animal, friend piercing, apathetic, selfish, arrogant, self-loving.”
“Crazy too, yeah. Thanks, Rem!”
“Well, that information is expensive, bro! Buy me a cigarette, dong. Abis.
Kakaka!”
“Well, I don't hold any money. Gib, borrow some money, dong.”
“Hah!?” it's a surprise that I was suddenly called because I wasn't involved in it from the start
or whatever. “But, your debt was not paid yesterday, right? Later stack, later,
loh?”
“Hah? Debt yesterday why itung-kut?” cut Remi protest. “That's it
I wear it for us too? Does this mean friends? What we've been up to all this time
hanging out together if debt is also a tally? We're not friends, are we? We
just a stranger? You're a rich man, too, right? Gini trivia doesn't have to be
affairs, lah,” continued Remi Emotions.
“Eh, no. I was just giving advice. Kkkk! Bentar. It's me
take first. Nih,” I said while giving blue money from inside the wallet.
“Well, that's dong. So that friend should be attentive,” reply Remi while
taking money roughly, like still holding a grudge for my innuendo
against its mounting debt. Honestly, not the amount I'm concerned about.
From the beginning, I was only worried that Remi would not pay his debts.
That's gonna be a problem for him, right?
But, what he said had a point as well, anyway.
The money is used for us together too.
After all, it's a very cheap price to think about that I'm still
being accepted here every day, I thought reassured myself again. Nothing is given, nothing
all I can get. It's only natural that if I want their time, I should
give me something, right?
After calling Mas Marno, within seconds two packs of cigarettes and
a few drinks were served on the table. We immediately ate it
voraciously, while enjoying the evening atmosphere that began to cool but still
cools.
“Come play again!” take Remi after five minutes.
The activity continued, all were immediately focused and calm. One second
after that, the calmness turned into anxiety and panic. In that second
others, panic turns into a sense of annoyance and overflowing emotions. Emotion
and this feeling alternates, always rotating in the same pattern. This
it has something to do with the game we are playing. Sometimes, we can
winning easily, there are also when winning with effort and effort, there are
also lost with contempt, to be defeated by the disruption of the passing train.
In fact, the train only passes once every hour. But, someone
the middle of emotions and upset can always make anything—even those who do not enter
sense though— becomes an excuse and object of his frustration so that something can be
blamed.
We spent enough time in this shop. A few times, though,
the train has already passed. My hypothesis, which makes the train a problem
it was his sudden arrival and split the focus of the people. All that
built into disintegration, everything is lost control, even if it really is
the sound of the train is not so noisy and disturbing.
“Haaaah, lose again. Red, red, red, all red. When can
up to diamond?” remi protests emotions exhale resentment.
“Lanjul later tonight, lah. I want to smoke first,” call Jojo.
“Yes. Agree!”
And so, the time for rest came again. In order to be able
enjoying the red twilight behind the carriage statue, I began to turn back. Saw
then the people who move, I don't know are dealing with problems
what life. There is a parking attendant who is helping the car out comfortably,
there was an impatient motorist and started honking the car for quick
moving gives way, there are also beggars who are silent since noon trying
selling pity, to families who carry a lot of innate, may be moderate
prepare for their departure by train.
There are many, there are many kinds, there are many sights
it can be witnessed under the red hue, the breeze, and the endless pollution.
And the most striking, seen the sight of the group glancing left right
confused, wearing a uniform like me, a white shirt and
grey pants.
Oops, our eyes just met, huh?
They were students from my school, seeming to be heading this way,
it makes me and Remi panic. What the hell's going on? Is that one
disciplinary committee? But it's past school time. We won't be
punished, right?
“Why are there so many of my school students here!? Watch out! Throw away cigarettes!
Clean everything! Throw away all evidence! I don't want to be punished anymore
it is the same with Agus! Gib, take time! We hide. Hurry along! Fast!” command
Remi rush.
“Ready, boss sir!”
Unfortunately, before I can even buy time and straighten out
misunderstanding, this group of disciples consisting of nine people was already over
it used to be in front of a coffee shop. It's exactly where we are, where
where there are chairs and tables of cement with tile surfaces such as altars.
They were looking at all the clutter awkwardly, confused as to why we were
panic flushed.
Are we caught smoking?
Will we be punished again?
Luckily, this group of students was not part of the disciplinary committee.
A person with a wide body and shoulders and a bangs split in two is just
owned by Faisal only. And he's not even part of OSIS, let alone
disciplinary committee. He was just an ordinary student.
“I'm looking for you everywhere, apparently still hanging out here, yes?” ask
Faisal without further ado, without introduction, without greeting.
“Kkkkk. Aye, nih. Spoiled hanging out while coffeeing. Want to come?”
“No. I want to play futsal. Less people, this. Than here, though,
just sport, yuk!” reject Faisal firmly, while inviting the same
emphatically.
I was confused just looking left and right. I was invited to play
futsal again? I'm actually very happy and rejoicing at the end of this
happened again. But then I thought again, trying to weigh what
which I'd better do.
It feels so good, but a little sad?
“But I don't have a motor. How will it go?”
“Cause. Can be nebeng, really. The usual futsal. You remember, though,
don't you? Enter the alley and next to the river. Where are the cops there? Unnecessary
worry helmet.”
Quibble. It's getting harder to resist, though.
Everything just depends on prestige and shame.
I hesitated and disinclined to leave Remi. But I don't want to either
reject Faisal. We rarely talk and are not close friends. But, I
always happy and wanting to play futsal with him, I thought weighing the options. All right then.
“So. Rem, play tonight, right? I'll take care of it first, yeah.
Faisal ngajak play futsal it turns out,” call me sure while standing upright and
tidying things.
Finally free from panic due to the arrival of the disciplinary committee
fake, Remi and the others began to be able to move freely again, no need
hiding shuts itself down. Slowly, everyone sat back down casually, no
need to worry about the terrible school penalties.
“Heh, yes it's up to you too, anyway,” deham Remi. “But, time you go gini,
aja's? Our lives? I thought we were friends. It's been breached again, huh? I really don't
hypocritical, yes. I don't like you and your futsal routine, Sal. Nook
evidently. For what sports make the body sickly? Smoke yes
aja. No need to find face to play futsal all.”
“…”
Faisal did not flinch, did not respond, did not even look at Remi the one
voice owner. He just stood up casually, looking to wait
my answer to his invitation.
“But I'm tired of talking about gini also you never heard, right? Hitherto
I said this, I told you that, not this, not that, not never
heard too. What am I talking about? My advice, you don't have to go futsal, Gib.
Hitherto. Point. Play games here because the future is clearer. There's tournaments
next month. Futsal doesn't plan professionally either, does it? Watch out later
dateng whining to me,” quipped Remi emotion.
Wow, thank you so much, loh!
Your advice even makes the head want to explode because it adds to the burden of the mind.
I was wrong with you guys, anyway?
But I couldn't resist after giving the green light to
Faisal. Clumsy, I started to leave without saying anything
to Remi except for a short sentence. “Introduction, yes!” pamitku later.
And of course, there is no reply.
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In your city the sidewalk
there's some kind of thing, too, isn't there? My friend said that the ilangi tiles could
sale loh. Strange as well. Wkwkwkwkwk.
Welcome Back, welcome back,
guys guys!
The magic again dilemma
choose circel
But according to
do you want to be confused or do not have a circuit at all? ((
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