Satan, Holy, Human
Chapter 6: Getting Back Alone in the Crowd
PRACTICALLY at seven in the morning, the school bell rang forcing us to go in
classs. As necessary to the Atma family, we immediately parted
each way (because our classes are different).
Climb the stairs, turn to the right, then pass through the filled corridor
by the other classes, I immediately entered the 11th grade IPS-4
which has been filled half of the students who are busy with their respective affairs.
Some are still trying to resist sleepiness, some are even stealing time to
sleeping, someone is panicking about the task, someone just came home from
the cafeteria and starting breakfast, there was also a mob gossiping
I don't know what, and so much more.
After the bell stopped ringing, Akbar the class leader with glasses
round immediately stood up, moving to go to the front of the room to save
a chair in the middle, then start leading the morning routine with
reading prayers.
Some look enthusiastic, some are just formality, the rest are visible
slothful.
How else would you like? With the absence of teachers to monitor, the,
the students felt that this was not an important activity to do.
But Akbar doesn't care. He took a deep breath, focusing only
the routine he would lead. The long breath is like explaining
that he doesn't want to take care of much. Maybe because I don't care,
perhaps it was because the wayward disciple could never be told.
I myself belong to people who do it for the sake of formality
mere. Notya not appreciating until lazy, but not so
enthusiastic.
Until finally the routine is finished, the book is closed, Akbar returned
to his seat to do whatever he wants to do
before the teacher came. Like all students in the class, they were busy
continuing to do the task, there are also those who stay asleep, continuing
eat the next morning, or chat about whatever comes to mind
(which is usually only filled with gossip talking about people).
“Gatra the basketball boy turned out to be a jerk! His attitude is arrogant
just want to go home with the girls. My boyfriend could be cheated
also the same Gatra,” protested a student whose hair was jabrik beside me. His name is Julian, right? I think I'm trying to remember.
“Hah!? Remi also talked about Gatra yesterday. I don't play much in my life
basketball, what's the matter, anyway? Very often discussed,” timpalku follow
the talk..
“Eh, as long as you know, Gib. The whole school said he knew! His person
big like a bear, never a smile, jutek, do not want to make friends. She's that
very eccentric. The thing is, the girls cocked this jerk. How we
not hot?” furious Julian.
“Iya! I concur. There is also a story, this Gatra did not go home but instead
hanging out in the corridor next to the field with the canteen boy. Corridors
that's often passed by people, I'm sure that Gatra want to show off! Proofs, though,
over time the girls in the corridor, under the pretext of studying together.
Find her face. I'd like to show off that he's smart. Where's there! Persons
I think his brain must be all empty! I'm sure they're gossiping! In fact,
I'm sure this Gatra is just another spread of charm.”
“Children canteen? The Atma? The poor man goes there too? Ahahahaahhaha!”
“Iya! I'm sure Atma would be embarrassed. Never go to school again.
Move schools if the family works in the canteen like that. Oh, aye.
This morning, what happened to Atma, Gib? Careful. Poor-luck
later.”
“Hah..?” surprised me. Why should I be in that position
awkward like this? Should I continue the conversation with a friend
class to sell good friends? Luckily, the sound of heavy footsteps
in the corridor, followed by a loud knock on the door sounded in front of the classroom.
Master has come, saving me from confusion.
But, actually not really.
The arrival of this teacher was no better than the condition when I had to
stabbing Atma from behind to talk merrily about her with friends
my share. Be it that condition or the condition with the teacher, both of them are dreams
bad, both bring distress and disaster.
Without any greetings, without any introductions, Mr. Prima has a face
fierce, he said has many scars, until sometimes known as
the thug, directly storing his tenteng bag on the table, took out a lot
paper, and start counting.
With his hasty movements, Mr. Prima walked strongly
and the weight directly distributed the leaflets to the whole class. Some there are
shocked, some wonder what Pak Prima shared, some look
relax as if I had expected this to happen. Just like Akbar
relaxed, his round glasses shone like he was ready to work
anything in front of him.
After handing out the leaflets violently, Mr. Prima returned to the front
class, then silent while looking around, like watching
condition of the class. With a firm voice, straightforward intonation instead of shouting,
like a train conductor, like a news anchor, Mr. Prima was direct
announce the context related to the distribution of the leaflet. “Please do.
Immediate quiz,” as she rattled her waist.
Some of the students gasped, showing their objections. In fact, there is
who attempted to appeal to discuss with Mr. Prima with
his hands are raised. But, after one time was not hounded by Mr. Prima, after,
we don't plan to do it a second time. Everyone knows, everybody
it has no power to protest against a destiny that is becoming evil
on them.
The one who wants to appeal is me personally, who
yesterday was just lectured by the Doctor how stupid I am because I often fail
in deuteronomy. I could only stare at the magic quiz sheet, in sweat
cold that flows from the crown to the base of the foot. Ready to prove
to the teachers that I am indeed the dumbest student that no one wants
whomever.
A quiz? Why didn't anyone tell? I always try to
close to everyone.
But why am I still abandoned?
Especially by the friends around me consisting of Akbar and
his friends who study hard, of course I can not try to ask
their assistance. I am not in a bad relationship with them.
I always try my best to hang out with anyone, always
make friends anytime anywhere.
However, academic problems cannot always be related to
although Akbar and I have a pretty good friendship,
he wouldn't have helped me to cheat. In fact, Akbar only
an evil little smile, with a condescending laugh, like a contented watch
karma happened to this friend.
Or even I doubt Akbar still thinks I'm a friend.
Oh...no?
Mr. Prima said goodbye without speaking. With a hasty move, sir
Prima lifted his butt from his teacher's chair, went out without a cue, and closed
door's tight. Is this mercy from God? Am I still
have chance?
opportunity to ask, seek opportunity not to fail again in
exam.
Actually, it's a daily meal for me. I always fail
in an exam or a retrial, even until my second year in the 11th grade. Remi, though,
Faisal, even Atma, knew that I always failed. But, I never
take issue with it as long as I can always be friends with them.
Unfortunately, Mr. Doctor threatened yesterday about a plan to kick me
the other school is still in the head. If that happens, then,
all my efforts to make friends and not be alone will only end in vain.
Everything is falling apart, there is nothing left, I have to repeat it again
from scratch.
It's been. Don't think much more. It doesn't matter!
Just do what I have to do, before Mr. Prima
revert.
I leaned forward slowly, whispering to and fro, and,
looking for the key to the puzzle, trying to solve this mystery.
“Emang very impromptu quiz, yes?”
“Kok no information, anyway?”
“Yesterday Pak Prima thanks code want quiz?”
“What's the answer?”
“Eh, the answer to this does not exist, yes?”
“Look at a minute, dong.”
“Cooperation, yuk!”
“According to you this answer C is not, anyway?”
“This is what, anyway?”
“Come dong dikiiiit, aja.”
And the short questions I asked more intensely.
Unfortunately, from all the questions I asked to venturing all over
class, I can't get anything I'm looking for. They're all
expelling me, they're all selfish, taking everyone for themselves
respectively, they said that it was my fault personally.
In fact, Julian the fabulous hair who was working together still
ousting me, not to participate in his group. “If too much
the same answer, Mr. Prima later suspected. Find another friend first!”
remove him while closing the answer sheet with his entire body.
Not wanting to give up, I kept asking people nicely,
with more clear language, with higher rewards. I don't know
it was buying snacks, buying her lunch, taking her out for a week out
later, pay to watch the cinema, or else. But, they
still insist on not mixing these two different affairs.
Unfortunately, before I could further attempt to find an answer,
the sound of heavy footsteps belonging to Mr. Prima was heard back in the corridor outside the classroom.
Mr. Prima finished his business I don't know what, immediately returned to class to
keeping an eye on this impromptu quiz, forcing every suspicious disciple back
sit down neatly.
I was also affected, immediately running in cold sweat
wet the body, to sit neatly in my place. With a tremble, I can only
staring at fate that is tearing my hopes apart. Especially with intuition
Mr. Prima is keen in smelling the strangeness. He went for a walk
circling the classroom to supervise the exam, no longer sitting asleep at the teacher's desk
fore.
I still can't get an answer?
Am I still lost?
Get lost... Like in the woods? I go back into the woods? With
large trees that stretched, abandoned just like that, no provisions or
science, I don't know where to go. Glances
left-right, staring around, paying attention to the entire environment that was in
around, but the results remain nil. There's nothing I can get, nothing
which can be used.
Stale, hot, tight, everything into one. Added with boiling
the heads of the students who were thinking, the makeshift vents were no longer functioning
as ever. My breath is deflating, my breathing is thinning, oxygen
I can't breathe anymore.
“Hhhkkkk! Hhhkk!” my voice is blaring.
I had trouble breathing, asthma was coming back, especially with a cold look
as if he was doing justification, as well as indifferent behavior does not care
by everyone in the class. They left me all, even if
physicality is no more than 10 meters away from me. I came back alone, in the middle
this selfish crowd. As a result, my vision began to blur, my mind began
do random dances, jump from one place to another, all of them
transform, into amoeba, into a sprinkling on a donut, into a room
empty white vacuum, then twinkling tormenting people with epilepsy.
To-long me.
myself. But no help came. Maybe because of the sound
not going out, maybe because people are tired of not caring either.
Despite that, I continued to grip her chest with pain, hitting her trying
loosening the respiratory tract, to fall also from the chair, curled up
like a snail who wants to go home.
“You ran away from that quiz, huh? Stale, deh,” taunted a
female.
“Eh look, his face is so red. I'm like a worm. Try us
throw it to the ground, he must have gone straight into the hole deh,” reply other women.
“Ahahahahah! Lo exaggerated, Cin!”
“Eh, but I'm right? If we love salt it must be more excited,”
voice I know very well. Belongs to a woman who always performs
most fashionable, which has the most pure white skin, with a tight span skirt
showing off a slim body.
Trying to respond, I turned my head slightly. Apparently, there is one
again the figure of a high stature was creepy, giving off an aura of death. Him
looking at me like an angel of death, waiting for my life to float by
on its own without bothering to remove it. He doesn't really care, even
looks disappointed.
Is he enjoying this?
“Pak Prima, sorry. Ta-but, please s-me...,” my door stammered, with
the remaining energy and sound, trying to reach out a asking hand
favours.
After that, I don't know either.
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Kasian there is an impromptu quiz but no one tells ahahaha
Rajib again suffered even thought alesan doang.
Very sad live Ragib :”)
Welcome again, guys!
Has anyone ever happened to suddenly have an impromptu quiz at his school?
But the behavior of Ragib who wants to cooperate with the teacher again is not there to be imitated yaaa!
It is not behavior that reflects discipline
:)))
Btw …
See you next time;)
Wait every week for the new chapter, yes!
