Senior, Stop Teasing me!
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“I trust you.”
Why is my heart beating so hard hearing that word from Reza? I've gone mad. Totally bonkers. I immediately changed my angle of view towards the computer screen. My eyes were increasingly hypnotized by the lines of codes lined up neatly there, I seemed not to recognize the results of my own work.
“Senior...,” called a student from behind me suddenly made me realize from my own daydream. “I'm still confused. Please explain it again to me,” he continued back. Sounds clear and helpless.
“Good.” Reza took off her mouse and walked over to the other students.
Uuuuuhh. Feels the walls have not squeezed my chest anymore–not long after the break bell rang.
“Let's go to the cafeteria together,” Syafa told me with a big smile.
“Come hunted!” call Nurul and Saints. They stood outside the door waiting for us.
“Hmmmm.., you first, yes. I have a business for a while,” I said unkindly. I've been counting over and over again the expenses I had to spend today. My current financial situation is in a bad state, I do not want to trouble my father and mother for now. I'll only eat during the second break, during the day.
“Why, anyway? You are very difficult to be invited to the canteen together.”
“Hehe. I'll catch up, anyway. Go” I pushed Syafa slowly to catch up with other friends soon.
“Awas, Lho. Must fast follow us.”
“Iya, yes..,” I replied weakly. One by one the other students had walked out of the room, while I was still tidying up some of my equipment casually.
“Reza, can you help mom fix this LAN cable before leaving? The network can't connect. I have class after this,” said Desy's mother from the front of the class. Busy yourself to untie cable ties that look complicated.
“Iya, Mother Desy. The computer here also seems to be problematic.”
“Aww..., we must overcome it before the next learning begins,” said Desy's mother anxiously.
“Let me help, Mom.” I volunteered myself, of course, to kill my break time. Desy's mother looked at me doubtfully, did I take the wrong action?
“Mom won't bother you, this is a break time.”
“It's okay, Mom. I'm just looking for a job to kill my break time,” I explained condolently.
“Alright, sorry to trouble you yes, Nak.”
“No problem. What can I help you with?” tanyaku later. Desy's mother looked closely at the end of the LAN cable.
“It looks like we have to replace his ‘Connector RJ-45’,” he replied after observing some possible problems.
“I can do it.”
“Really?”
“Iya. I have a family who majored in Engineering. Sometimes I will help him to do these things.”
“Waww, you really deserve to be our 'school icon',” Desy's mother said. His words of praise reminded me of the banner that was plastered wide in the main building.
“Don't embarrass me, Mother..” I said. I'm not used to that nickname yet.
A few moments have passed, I have finished my work. Repairing a LAN cable is not difficult. Just sort by color, cut the ends, install ‘connector RJ-45’ and then do the testing.
“Rest is almost done, you're right won't eat?” reza came up to me.
“No,” I answered while bending down looking for a port on the CPU to plug that LAN cable back in. “I am not hungry, I plan to eat at the second break later,”.
“Alright, we'll eat together later.” Hearing her words made me look at Reza with a curious face. Why should we eat together?
“No need, Senior. I'll eat with my friends.”
Without giving any comment, Reza turned to continue her work. I subconsciously followed him, and my curiosity began to appear. Reza has brought the CPU to the front of the class in search of a wider area.
“What's the problem?” my question while observing some devices that have been dismantled into several parts.
“Replace some of its components. I think it's been a long time not getting treatment,” he explained to me. Of course I understand this basic thing. I remember about a cousin brother who majored in engineering at an STM. The room was never neat a day, the room was like a spare parts workshop. Every time he comes home from school on the weekends, he will always carry one thing that looks different. He always calls me to show you this and that, explain about some complicated logic about the machine and then show off his skills to make me give some flattery.
“I'm curious about something,” I said when remembering the word ‘Magang’.
“What?” Reza stopped her busyness, looking at me intensely. I almost pulled my curiosity back because my heart was pounding again.
“Why take this school to be an internship? Aren't there many reputable companies out there that Senior can apply for. I think, those companies will accept you with pleasure,” obviously I'm curious.
“Why do you think that they will receive me soon?” What's with the reverse question. Isn't it obvious, it's because he's the best student. Has his narcissistic nature emerged?
“Senior is the best student. They are impossible to reject you,” I said lazily. It was like I was praising a cat who had done good.
“Our school is the best school. Are you unsure about what science you can get here?”
“Why always answer me with questions again!”
Reza was silent again and busy to put the scattered components together again.
“Let me help,” I said as I picked up a screwdriver. Seeing what I was holding now made me smile funny.
“You smile stupid again like that.”
“Don't start arguing with me, Senior. You made my mood worse.”
“A girl holding a screwdriver and bolt. Is that what makes you feel funny?”
Ahhh.., how could Reza know my thoughts. I looked at him suspiciously, was he a clairvoyant.
“Seeing you smiling foolishly looking at the screwdriver, of course I can guess what you think,” he explained back. A moment later he looked at me sharply, “I think that's cool,”.
It was like an indirect compliment to me, and it got me excited. I started helping him to put up some bolts. This is our first time working together.
Moments later, the students from the other classes had entered into the lab. Should we have done it quickly, the students started making circles to observe our work.
“Why ‘Ikon Sekolah’ we do this job?”
“Waaah, you guys did it neatly.”
“I just realized that our new students turned out to be experts in this field. I'm proud to be your senior.”
“You really deserve to be ‘Ikon Sekolas’ us.”
It seems like we have to finish it off immediately to disperse this crowd of Grade IX seniors. They said it very clearly in my ears.
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***Note author***
Author:"This is the piece of code that hypnotizes Zytha, He who confuses himself because of Reza nih"
Zytha:"Author.., don't embarrass me."
Author: "..."
function update_all_basket(){
$id_transaction\=$this->input->post('id_transaction')
$id_goods\=$this->input->post('id_goods');
$amount_ak\=$this->input->post('number'); $this->mtransaction->update_multi_basket($id_transaction,$number_ak);
$url\=base_url('transaction/basket');
redirect($url);
}
