Short Story (Cerpen)
teach me the theory of love (part 1)
love story
I pay attention to all the words spoken from the mouth of the mother siska for approximately 5 minutes until finally “sarah mother is very proud, maintain the value of your achievements ya”
Hah’ ringgo! can't stand me grinning the tip of my lips it feels like exploding all the space in my heart. no wonder, awkward or ‘wow’ again I hear the end of the word of every teacher. yes if you say bored? make no mistake not that I am arrogant with their special treatment, because I am invincible and I can be sure I will never lose! anyway I don't care about people's judgments of me that obviously I am the queen who lifts my chin every time I walk either in imagination or in real life. Exactly as I do now. Every student or teacher who runs into me will definitely say “hai” or “how is sarah” even sometimes signature. because I'm not just a diamond at school but at home wherever my feet tread they must admire me. I can participate in any program and always achieve success even if it was small for me to be an artist. But why be an artist as long as we can be popular without a tight schedule, right? ‘hah’ is indeed my life is perfect and will forever be perfect.._ Stops! I could not finish the sentence in my heart I stopped my steps I focused on the voice of the two disciples behind me.
“already horrified no new students loh” said the girl with short skirt shirt is too tight as if her SD sister uniform she wears or maybe the sewing time benchmark time yes.
“oya who? what girl is a guy? if a pretty girl isn't? or maybe a guy? saucy no? trus...” said his friend. crazy eat what a girl nanya aja marathon especially… I glanced at the face of the girl who was hand-picked one held a donut and the other held a fry plus crackers on her desk as well as a bowl of meatballs, ice cendol, chips, cakes, lollipops! definitively marathon type, I thought
“woah woah don't sit on you, just me ok?” cut girls tight uniforms
“ok ok ok” answered the marathon type girl while ngokin her head many times. I broke up with the call aja deh.
“gue denger-denger the new student was moving from abroad due to the bokapnya businessperson who had to travel the world with his business so he followed his bokap confidant to take care and stay while in Indonesia until it was finished SMA. And super duper double s*xy handsome, cool, and golden boy in his old school!” obviously the tight uniform girl so excited so much that panting eyes glared at sweat everywhere as if to faint a few seconds more…
*blukk!!*
“meri meri wake up mer. lu why mer? don't mind me mer, get up mer who paid for my meatballs if you fainted? wake up and wake up dong..!” said the type of marathon whose nanyain menennya who fainted with marathon questions.
‘hemm sometimes I can also predict paranormal’ I thought
Leaving the two girl pairs that have now been mobbed by many people without caring about the drama of today's teenagers who are excessive in responding to a problem. I proceeded to my usual lunch spot that I brought from home. I don't usually eat rames while gossiping here and there so I just sit in a normal place without anyone sitting at my desk every day. it's not that I forbid them not to sit at my desk but I'm just the kind of person who doesn't care about spending time on useless things like gossiping about all kinds of ordinary teenage girls talking about looks, guys, likes even discuss when they failed love with a dramatic end rich cry continues the task of the other girl to nenangin the victim. hellooo c’mon!!! yep, there's no time for all that.
after lunch I went straight to class.
“introduce yourself there may be things you want to convey to your new friends”
“hai all my names satrio but you can call me enough with iyo just for other information you can ask a special step for girls here feel free to ask or willing to adventure with me a honor for me” with a confident tone as well as a play boy tone.of course not uncomfortable, the owner of the voice even got ‘ohhh’ and ‘awww cute’ from girls as well as amazed gazes from all who breathe in this room. even a lizard's oath to pause may be the same to talk ‘awww’ as well.
“uggghhh!!! nothin' you're sure this guy” I thought
I put my face on no matter how I looked at every detail of the guy standing in front of this class. indeed I admit he has a pretty interesting figure plus his face is blaster but still most of his Indonesian characteristics in my opinion and also quite ker_ *ting appearance
“apa?!
“well everything is enough. please satrio you can sit with sarah there” said pak narto while pointing at me.
“ugghh great!” I said quietly as I continued reading my history book.
“hai do not be long if you want to have a crush loh”
the narcissist next to me.
I stared wide-eyed without even answering his stupid words.
“wuih eN do not be fierce ntar more beautiful, well if you are more beautiful later I can not be far from you, sarah yes kan” said while pretending to remember by attaching the index finger on the temple.
“ugggh’ shit! it will be a very long last year!” whispered my heart
As usual, there are no teachers or free lessons. I used to spend time in the library because it was a thousand times better than having to listen to noise, gossip, laughter and even narcissistic man behavior that always bothered me 24/7. if you think that guy my blood is boiling because he has taken everything I have ranging from popular, teachers, the highest grades including my family. yes, all my family members love satrios because they live in my house, which happens to be my father's confidant. several times over the course of almost a year I received a surprise that almost killed me if I had heart disease maybe I've stayed name.
What a surprise when I came home from school a year ago to find a satrio in the living room, how painful it is every time I walk everyone now never greeted me but the narcissist behind me who always gets the attention that I used to get, hate because every lesson that used to be plastered my name for the highest value is now erased only memories when I have been very trying to get it back but it feels hopeless in vain all my efforts are now it's only 3 months left before the end of my High School.
“hai princess”
“tinggalin I myself”
“gak ah, I want to nemenin you here”
“gue males equals lu!”
“beb, you don't have to say kok”
“go there”
“emmm not ah here aja”
“go”
“eh how if we stop by for ice cream after school later. keep running out of it lu me to the house adi keep abis it..”.
“ahhh... just stop!!!” I can't bear to hear her screams anymore.
“denger well ya satrio. I don't want to be cemented with you anything else nemenin you anywhere! also I don't even want to talk to you so stop you bothering and ruining my life better there you find someone who cares to be horrified your stale babble!!!” I snapped panting while glaring so hateful and angry at the same guys do not know themselves in front of me. I had unconsciously made everyone inside and outside the library stop doing whatever they had done in shock at my sudden screams. because all this time I was just a girl who rarely talked.
