Senior, Stop Teasing me!
But I, No!
“Zytha, you're fine, right?” syafa sounded worried.
“It's okay, just still feeling a little dizzy,” I replied accordingly.
“Yes, your face looks deathly white. Have you had breakfast?” nurul confirmed Syafa's statement.
“Already. Maybe I was in the sun too long.”
“Why are you so vulnerable to sunlight, you need vitamins and exercise” Nurul said as she fidgeted.
“It's okay, I just need to sit for a while. I will improve soon,”, I said convincingly. We also took our seats on a long bench under a shady tree.
“Have you guys picked up the schedule?” I asked while propping up my head, sometimes there would be a loud throbbing at the temple of my head, painful for a while.
“Already. The first subjects were ‘Basic Web Programming' in the laboratory room 404,” obviously Sacred later.
“What lesson is it?” syafa's voice shrieked in my ear, adding to the pain in my head alone.
“Isn't this too early for new students to get majoring materials? The first day has made my head dizzy, what about the next days?” Nurul complained as he let out a long breath.
“You guys why are you still here?” Reza came into our circle, certainly a very valuable vitamin for my friends. Just look at their eyes, it seems like their energy has been replenished and ready to receive the matter they were complaining about.
“Zytha is a little dizzy, Senior. We take a break here,” obviously Syafa made me the material for his conversation. I just shake my head no matter what.
“Close with me to UKS!”
“Uh? No need, Senior. I'm fine,” I'm like looking for an excuse to avoid it.
“Stand!”
“Ya, yes. But don't pull my bag. Your treatment is not right for the sick. Wait, whoa! But that doesn't mean senior is willing to hold my arm!”
“How to? Want me to carry?”
Nurul, “...”
Sacred, “...”
Syafa, “...”
“Do not joke excessively, Senior. I can walk alone!” Reza did not listen to my complaints, his hands clasped my arms tighter and pulled me as he pleased.
“Remember room 404, we will wait for you there!” There was the sound of Shafa shouting from behind me. I tried to turn my head and gave them a pleading look to help me, but all I got was a satisfied smile.
“Senior can let go of my arm, I'm uncomfortable being stared at by your fans. Their gaze felt even more frightening.”
“Do not care.”
“But I care, my tenured life in this school will be disturbed.”
“Then what about those teaser guys? Does that not bother you?”
“What is Senior trying to say? Release!”
“You can ignore the gaze of your fans, but I can't.”
“Senior, it doesn't seem like I'm the one who's sick here. I think Senior needs more treatment. Your words absolutely cannot I understand!”
“Sit!” I looked around me, apparently I had reached a UKS room, there were two mats covered by a blue curtain. Reza quickly pulled the curtains to give her space. Ahhh, my head is getting dizzy.
“School doctors are not there right now,” Reza said as she opened the medicine box quickly.
Reza gave me two large pills, it was very scary to see that size. I really hate drugs.
“Why just look at him?”
“Uh? Can you divide the two medicines? Hehehe.” I may look stupid now.
“Give....,” Reza then quickly split the medicine into two halves without asking anything further, then handed it to me back.
“Why still look at him? Want to be divided again?”
“Uh? No need.” Oh, my pride. I'm like a child.
“Quick, here's your drinking water. The first lesson hours are only five minutes away,” he said while offering drinking water.
“How are you doing now? If you are still dizzy–”
“Ti-no. I'm fine.” I cut the sentence, “I won't waste time in UKS. Better catch up time.” I rushed up from my seat, though I was still dizzy.
After walking quite far from the exit, I fell silent.
“Why?”
“Ah, Senior. I seem to be lost again.”
“When did you get lost?” My face is warming, I remember the closing day of OSEK yesterday. How could Reza seem so ordinary after that? Am I alone here that feels weird? Maybe I'm the only one who just got a first kiss here.
“Forget!” I don't want to talk about it, it's embarrassing.
“Hei, Zytha!” Someone approached us. A senior I met the other day in the studio building.
“Good morning, Senior,” greet me politely.
“Why is it still here? The bell's coming in soon, you know. What was your first lesson in the room?”
“404”
“Oh, Really. Let brother drive you. I guess you don't know the direction here” That's a good idea. I'm going to use this opportunity to separate from Reza and I'm not going to get lost again.
“Not that you will also enter class?” argue Reza flat.
“I-Yes too, but I'm willing for the sake of my beloved girl. Oi! Why are you pulling him away, I haven't finished talking!”
Not heeding a single word from the senior, Reza continued walking pulling me away.
“I'll drop you off!”
“Ba-alright, but don't pull me again. My wrist hurts.” A moment later, Reza let go of her pull. His strength could really crush my hands.
The only reason I left Reza is gone, why does she always appear like a ghost? Very scary.
“Lab practicum is on the 4th floor, room 4.” We had reached the south building, I looked up at the height of the building. One by one the girls' faces came out from behind the window, screaming hysterically.
“Reza! Why are you still at school? Isn't your major going to intern?”
“Kyaaaa..., Senior, you are too handsome.”
“I Love You, Reza”
“Zytha..., Want to be my girlfriend?”
Uh yeah? Why does it sound like my name is among these crazy screams? I rubbed my arms goosebumps. I turned my head to look for the expression Reza made in this madness.
But...
“Why look at me?” I was surprised to find that his eyes were staring at me.
A few moments later, a call came from a cell phone. Reza let go of his gaze, taking the phone behind his pants pocket.
“Hallo! Just wait, sir. I'll change my form. Aye! Aye! All right, I'll be there soon.”
“There's a problem?” I asked Reza, her face looked doubtful and agitated then.
“Nothing. Better you quickly go up.”
“O-OK!” I wonder what kind of problem he's facing. It is rare to see her flat face wobbly and look like that.
I also walked up the stairs to the 4th floor, it was not easy to get to this floor.
“Good teacher hasn't come yet, why does your face look scary?” holy Ask me. I shifted my chair to sit down first before answering her question.
“There are some bullies around the stairs.”
All of them took a deep breath. Like having heard my complaints too often, until they get tired of hearing them over and over again.
I can only smile at their facial expressions.
