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V1Ch6 - Indri: Revenge

Diary: Indri Fauziyah's

Monday, 24 July 2017

REVENGE

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"You check, note or observe the date above!"

"Most importantly, pay attention! Whose diary you're reading!"

"The opening sentence is like this, only for the 'new character' present in the Diary. If it's ever appeared, then nothing."

"Unless he's forgetful!"

Before I first started writing into this Diary, I had to write down the word, on the orders of Rosid Firmansyah, my underclassman (when I got the binder, then exchanged messages). Well though, I added a little sentence there, but it didn't change the point.

According to him, this is to help the reader in understanding the story, and also useful to explore the character.

Oh yeah, I'm sorry if I could just write it today. In fact, I got this Binder on Saturday, July 22, 2017.

All right, that's the message that Rosid Firmansyah left me. Then I'll introduce myself.

My name is Indri Fauziyah, age 17, class 12 IPA at Susukan village High School which is 2.1 Kilometers from the parents' house. At this school, I served as Chairman of OSIS.

I live in the village of Pontang, with my parents and older sister who are already working.

Oh yes, because I have entered the 12th grade, then I will release the position of Chairman of OSIS in the next few weeks.

You guys know, right? What kind of busy 12th grade students in preparing for replicas, exams, and so on.

So ... before I finish my position, I have to do my best for Susukan village High School.

***

The King-Kring!

The alarm sounds disturbed me, woke me up.

I opened my eyes, grabbed the phone next to my white pillow, then turned off the alarm that kept sounding aloud.

On the screen of the phone that feels dazzling, I look to the top right of the screen, it turns out to show the number 05.05. More precisely, it was already 05:05.

But, what is this? I see on the top left of the screen, there is a 'Green Phone' logo emblazoned.

I got a WhatsApp message.

Then, I checked it and it turned out that it was a message from one of the members of the Discipline Committee (Sexy), which contained:

"Sorry brother, I can't be on duty today. I'm in pain."

I replied to him briefly. "All right, you just take a break. Hope you heal quickly!"

With the inclusion of the 'Message' of the Disciplinary Committee member saying that he cannot enter today, it signifies that today I have to work harder.

You know why I say that?

All right, I'll explain.

First, today is Monday, where the school ceremony is held. And coincidentally, it turns out that one member of the Disciplinary Committee could not attend school because of illness.

Second, this time the ceremony is the turn of the 11th class of IPS, of which the remaining 2 Disciplinary Committees are from the 11th class of IPS.

Automatically, I have to replace the task of checking the neatness of every student and schoolgirl.

It was my job, to patch up their flaws.

You guys understand that, right? So, let's get back to my activities.

I'm in the kitchen now.

My kitchen size is not too large, maybe only fit 2 to 3 people if cooking together.

The equipment is not complete, only some important cooking tools.

But of all that, the important thing is that I get up early.

Because, I get a lot of time to prepare breakfast for the family, before the time to go to school.

"Well, today's breakfast menu I choose Crumpled Rice and Egg Roll Omelette."

I started preparing all the materials I needed.

Wait a minute, while I prepare the breakfast menu, may I tell you about a man who can change me to this discipline?

Wake up early, so you can prepare a breakfast menu for your family?

All right, I'll tell you a little bit, while I cook.

This happened a year ago, when I was in the 11th grade.

High School Susukan village, class 11 IPA:

At the end of June, where teaching and learning activities in the new semester have been running for a month, the election of the Chairman of OSIS will soon be held, and I was deliberately nominated by my friend to be the candidate.

But ... do I agree? Huh! Of course not!

Let me tell you.

Honestly, even though I'm a woman, I act like a "Boss".

Iyah, I used to tell my classmates, even my underclassmen.

"Hey, you, clean the whiteboard!"

"Uy, underclassman, here! Buy me a drink, here's the money!"

"She's Mom, just tell her to clean the office!"

Maybe that's how I told my friends and my underclassmen, along with a slightly high tone, and just point here and there.

Then ... do you hate women who behave like that? Ah, I think I already know the answer.

But calm ...it's just my bad memories that I've lost.

This time I've changed, ever since I met a Library guard guy.

The man has a characteristic yellow skin, with black hair that is quite long back, even sometimes he to tie it using a rubber band, so as not to be too troublesome in the activity.

He was also a unique person, as he had eyes that looked like dead fish.

Usually those eyes are owned by the 'Lazy' person, I'm right, right?

But even so, she has turned me into a 'somewhat' good woman from before. And all these events began, the day before the election of the Chairman of OSIS was held.

At that time, I was in the Library, sitting at the very back, thinking about the issue of the election of the Chairman of OSIS.

The library that I entered this room is quite spacious, with the placement of the position of the bookshelf, then behind it the table, bookshelf, and table again in a straight sequence, as much as 2 lines.

Then there are 3 more bookshelves in the middle. If calculated, there are 7 bookshelves and 4 tables in total.

I feel this library room feels very comfortable, because of the coolness of the AC and the silence of the sound. It is fitting for me who wants calm to think.

I kept thinking about my candidacy, where my classmates were crowded and eager, in seeking support, even though I had refused to be nominated as the Chairman of OSIS.

"What if I really become the Chairman of OSIS?"

"Didn't anyone else hate my nature?"

"ah! I'm dizzy!"

I ruffled my hair, because of the frustration I received.

I really want to hit this table hard, while shouting loudly.

But unfortunately I couldn't do it, because it was in the Library, where the poster 'Don't be noisy' on all the corners.

Then, at a time of growing frustration, suddenly one of my classmates came to my desk, and asked while picking up the book that had turned out to be scattered.

"Big brother why?"

I think the underclassman who came up to me was on duty as the Librarian this week.

Because according to school regulations, every 2 people per class will be assigned as a librarian.

So the total number is 6 people, and will alternate every week.

"Do you want me to take the book 'Mathematics'? Who knows, you might want to read, or you might want to do it."

Oye! I haven't been able to reply, he even said such a word.

Whatdoes thatmean? Don't you see, this messy looking hair of mine?

"Hey! you're mocking me, huh?!"

I asked him, raising my tone.

"Not really, brother."

"Have, lied!"

"Well? Isn't it nice to tell people, let alone a classmate like me?"

"I offered myself."

Wait, is he really mocking me now? Can't you see me in frustration?

I'm like that, but at least don't mock me in a situation like this.

"Kam—"

"So big brother, you don't have to be angry."

"Sit's quiet, let's just vent, okay?"

"Engga m—"

"Alright, then, I'm sitting down. We're confiding in each other."

I don't know what possessed my underclassman, so he dared to cut my words continuously.

Now, he began to sit down, while putting the book he had just collected onto the table.

Wait, I forgot to explain. The table I occupy is a total of 6 seats, with the placement of 3 chairs facing each other 3 other seats.

I sat in the corner, and my underclassman was instead. When the other seat was empty, why would he prefer to sit next to me?

"You're doing it, Dad!"

"Isn't the other one empty?"

The vow! I don't understand his mindset.

"Sstt, shut up brother. I'm tired of reading books, I had to choose a faraway seat."

"Lazy ah! Mending is sitting here."

To put it lightly, my underclassman said so.

But ... There's a point, because his eyes that look like dead fish, reflect a 'Lazyman', as he said.

"alright. Whatever you want."

"But the most important ... What do you want from me?"

"No, brother. Just want to do it, while venting."

"What do you want, then?"

"Aren't you dizzy thinking about the problem of nominating the Chairman of OSIS well?"

"Dad."

I can't deny my underclassman's talk. Feelings of dizziness, frustration and restlessness all become one just because of this problem.

But what I was surprised about .. why did he know? Ah, I better ask.

"Kok you-you can tell?"

"So, sit quietly, listen to my story, and focus!"

"Let's understand it for myself."

I nodded, agreeing. Then he started telling stories.

"Don't know? Why are your classmates, especially the ones that men can encourage in seeking support?"

"That all happened because of the nature of the sister who likes to come here and there."

"What is their purpose other than to seek victory?"

"Surely they want to frustrate you with that kind of sibling."

"Imagine if you win, you must be before you tell the members to think first."

"For example, 'Do I have to send him like this? Or if I say so, will he hate my nature? Or is it better that I do it myself?' which is the point where you will not be able to focus and always be haunted with a sense of guilt and regret."

"I also saw those who were looking for support for my sister using threats and a little violence, especially to my underclassmen, which was easy to instigate."

"It was done so that brother could really be elected Chairman of OSIS."

I started shedding tears, hearing him tell a story like that.

What he said about me is all true.

My cheeks began to get wet with tears. I wiped it off, but still, it continued to flow swiftly.

Enough's enough! I'm not strong!

I'm starting to understand why. I feel like my classmates are planning a very painful 'Reply Revenge' for me.

It's only natural that I accept all of that. But ... What do I have to do to change all this?

I wiped back my tears, while continuing to hear him tell stories.

"So don't want to know, how to fix it ?"

I shudder nod.

"Son't have to change, and follow my ways."

"First, you need to stop crying first. I'm not strong and I can't bear to see a woman crying."

I tried to do what he told me.

I lowered my head, biting my lips hard, trying to hold back my tears from spilling.

Then, I felt her hands begin to caress my still disheveled hair.

"Second, you have to change your appearance. Brother's hair should not be left straight and unravel like this. Mending change hairstyles. Same one, put on glasses."

"And the third, the nature of the brother who originally asked to throw it away. If you feel confused, ask the members of OSIS later, use the deliberative system, do not come from ceplas-ceplos."

"For the last time, you often forget to say thank you."

"Hey, wait, what proof would I often forget to say thank you?"

This time I deny it. But, he immediately explained it without thinking long, and it sounded like anger.

"Inget no, the underclassman who was told to buy drinks with his sister? That's me, brother!"

"After my sister's request, she just left, without saying thank you!"

"What kind of class is that!"

"Honestly, I'm lazy to do such a stupid thing. But, if it wasn't for the upperclassmen, I would definitely not have done it."

I who managed to hold back my tears and was rather calm, now even shed the tears that I could hold back.

I'm getting sobbing deeper and deeper. If you remember how stupid and evil I am.

I have to change, for the sake of my future and the future of Susukan Village High School, to be better.

"Ah .. brother even cry again, but I told you to stop."

"I'll stay then!"

My class sister now woke up, and left me with the book she had put down.

Wait, why did he leave me? Do I look ugly when I cry?

But most importantly, I need to know what his name is.

"Hey, you, my underclassman. What's yourname?"

"Arn. My name is Beni Wahyudi."

"Well, I'm busy right now."

***

The next day, I was actually elected Chairman of OSIS.

But, people do not believe that I, Indri Fauziyah was chosen.

"Hey, is he really Indri Fauziyah? How much different?"

"Are there any bespectacled schoolgirls in French braids?"

"Didn't he look like a crazy guy yesterday, whose hair was messy?"

That's the rumor I heard.

It is only natural that they are confused, because I have changed my appearance, according to the request of Beni Wahyudi, the Library guard man.

Besides, I feel like there's less. I don't see my classmates in the field. At least a few people.

I ran to the office and asked my teacher. "Where are all my classmates who are absent today, ma'am?"

I was surprised when I heard his answer. He said, "Today, they just moved school."