Shutter
Heartbreaker.
“WOY! RAZIA RAZIA!!”
“TODAY RAZIAAA!”
Zawil, the class leader shouted loudly when he had just entered the class. The bell rang after the guy came in. Makes the class panic.
“Aduh, where do we store our phones, Dit?” Rana followed the panic. He held his phone firmly.
Meanwhile Radit was thinking for a moment. Then he took Rana's phone and combined it with his. Radit wrapped it in a paper from a notebook that he had ripped out of.
Rana just watched the action. “Lo guess fried?”
“Santuy.”
Radit walks out of the classroom, then pretends to take out the trash. He threw the trash can in front of the class. After that, Radit walked in again, walked casually while putting both of his hands into the pouch, and whistled. He laughed when all his classmates panicked.
Rana who peeked out of the window since then could only pat her head looking at Radit's behavior. “Kalo hape I say, I tonjok you,” said Rana when Radit was sitting back. They sat in the second row from behind.
“No way. The janitor at the school usually transports the garbage right home from school. I don't think I know. Anyway if we hide in the usual kayak window vents, they're all gone. Which is even sniffed. Be creative, Ran. Btw, I pinter right?”
Radit's expression that Rana thinks is sober makes her nauseous. “Iya. Lo's brain is diluted. Thanks dit.” Rana spoke with a little force.
“Sama-sama. I'm cute, kok.”
“Najis.” Rana saw Radit's hair that had been cut neatly. “Luckily you have trimmed ye kan.” Then he ruffled it.
Radit got rid of Rana's hand. “Temen Jahannam. I have done rapiin.”
Laughter loud Rana let out.
They both watched the panic of their friends. Some hide cell phones, makeup tools, colored socks, colored hair, long or long hair. Not infrequently they like to complain about the rules.
“DIAM ALL! BALD SIR COME IN! SAVE YOURSELF!”
The screams from Zawil sounded again. The brunette was monitoring from the front door. Due to the notice from him, the entire class suddenly went quiet and sat down neatly.
“Dit, I'm afraid my hair is in the moment, how about,” whispered Rana slowly in Radit's ears.
“Udah selow. Let me help you answer if missal asked.”
“Sip.”
Shortly thereafter, Mr. Igo - commonly called Mr. Bald - entered the class of 11 IPA 4 along with three other teachers - two teachers and one Mr. Samin-Guru Physics who entered the first lesson hours. They come together.
Mr. Igo cleared his throat. “Morning everything.”
“Again, Sir.”
“Alright you must have known the purpose of your father here. Because twice a month the school held a raid. Students are expected to sit on their benches. One-on-one will come.”
Then Mr. Igo ordered two teachers who carried bags containing some equipment such as scissors, combs, and others.
The first row bench near the door was the first target.
“Make up tools brought, what do you want to do school?” Said Bu Fitri put Cindy's makeup tools into a bag. “I sita.”
“Zawil, your hair is Long. Get out and line up in front of the class. Get ready I trim.” Mr. Igo said firmly. He prepared gloves and scissors.
A few moments passed, now it was Rana and Radit's bench.
“Radit, you are safe,” said Bu Fitri after checking Radit bag.
Bu Fitri's attention was fixated on Rana who looked down timidly. “Rana, you trim your hair this short?”
Rana nodded stiffly. “I-Yes, Bu.”
“Price cut so it does not fit to play basketball, Bu.” It was not Rana who said it, but Radit.
Bu Fitri is indeed a teacher who likes to criticize. So it's only natural that he asks a lot.
“But it doesn't have to be this short, right. Like men. Like aunty too. Not suitable for you.”
Rana shy. All the eyes in the room were on him. Except for Mr. Igo who was trimming the hair of his friends in front of the class.
“It is so, Rana?” Bu Fitri looked at Rana seriously.
Rana quickly nodded. “True, Bu.”
Bu Fitri finally left, checking on the others. Making the two friends finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.
“Thanks, Dit.”
“Custom.”
***
“Dit, you are the worst bad friend for me.”
“Gue know I'm handsome.”
Rana exhaled slowly. He became gloomy because of the incident. “Gue shame.”
“Then why? Ordinary also shy.” Radit sipped his sweet iced tea. It was already a break, so they fled to the cafeteria and ordered some food.
“Is. My confidence has dropped by fifty percent because of Bu Fitri. I watched all my classmates. Rich guy, um he never what do you meet short hair girl besides me?” Rana had no appetite, she ordered an empty bowl of meatballs, ate four and then just stirred the rest.
Radit patted the top of Rana's head, making Rana even more angry. “Lagian tuh Bu Fitri a lot of comments. Whose heads are also.”
“Lu too, hell, ogeb.”
Rana frowned at the sight of Radit. “Who am I?”
“Kalo emang mental lo not very strong face people's talk of new appearance lo, yes should not ngelakuin.”
Rana's face is getting bent. “Yes too, anyway. I made the decision not to think.”
“Part of things doang hair made ribet, whirred. You can wear a hat, a hoodie, a wig. Many ways, Ran.”
Rana stared inside Radit who was facing him. “Bener, also.”
Radit who was consciously stared at also shuddered in horror. “Don't look at me with that smile. Entar lo kobam I know taste.”
“For you I'm a girl isn't it, anyway?”
Rana's question made Radit who was drinking choke. “Buset, you forgot the gender?” Radit's eyes glared.
Rana clucked. His hand pinched Radit's arm.
“AW-hurt!”
“Lo consider me a girl or a boy? Quickly reply!”
“Chick, lah. Although your behavior does not exist gracefully. But how can you still be a girl.”
Rana supported her chin with both hands. “Gue has no girlfriends, no doang friends. Only friend of Elo. That's why I became a boy.”
“Kamvret, so do you turn on me?” Radit asked in a bad prejudiced manner.
Tell Rana rough to Radit. Radit returned grimacing. That guy will never retaliate, he won't hurt Rana. Yeah, that sounds exaggerated, but it's sincere. Mostly if you are upset, Radit just pinched Rana slowly.
“Ya is not bego. That means, my best friend. Hehe. If you play with your friends again, I sometimes feel excluded. Especially if you have..”.
“Pacar?” Continue Radit.
Rana nodded weakly. “I'm definitely getting sidelined.” The girl was a little sad to say it. Although Radit had never dated, he was sad to imagine it. Radit hasn't been dating before school, that's his mom's order. If anyone approaches Radit, most girls quickly retreat because Rana is always with Radit.
Radit's loud laughter sounded. “Reduced. Lo kira snot.”
“Is. Slut.”
“Yes ingga, Ran. I won't be able to do elo. Santuy. We've known you for a long time, right.”
The curvature of Rana's smile rose. It's great to have a friend like Radit. Rana should be grateful that Radit was always there for her.
