STUPID CLASSES

UKS

After all the work that Sofi's mother had given me was done, I walked back to the classroom during the second hour break. The scorching sun, the hot air in the dry season, and all the young minds who indulge in intimacy in class, make my head, throat and heart feel hot.

They were all busy with their respective worlds, no matter if anyone passed by, talked to each other intimately and laughed, I did not like this kind of scene.

"Riz you're done..." Asked Sano who greeted me with a body full of sweat.

"Yes that's how."

"You really have a burning young spirit, you're very diligent in cleaning the school bathroom three times a week, amazing."

"You're amazing, it's a punishment where I might be excited."

"Speaking what you're Fariz, I'm always excited despite being punished for running ten times around the field."

"And I'm sure you're asking for 2 more times."

"No, but 3 times." Suro replied with a resolutely smiling face full of vigor.

I was wasting a lot of energy just talking to Suro, especially with his attitude that made me difficult. In the situation that I was facing about the punishment from Sofi's mother, it might not be a big deal because I had a lot of time outside of lesson hours.

Suddenly I heard a voice that surprised me, because the intonation of the vocal cords itself was quite familiar to the ears.

"Don't you guys have to sit on the bench, because the hours of study have already begun." Her speech.

"Good Mom." I reply with understanding.

This ghost-like teacher came suddenly without me knowing his arrival, each student scattering back to their respective desks, even Suro quickly ran over, and each student scattering back to their respective desks, The teacher glanced at me with a smile that scared me.

But even though I was sitting down, this Indonesian teacher still walked over to me and asked... "Fariz is your punishment from Sofi's mother over ?."

"Of course I have, but I'm like being a prostitute because it often gets the law."

"You just realized it was ."

"....." I can't answer it, though,

"But maybe with punishment it can't change your brain that is always stored and used if necessary, of course, I hope that you become more diligent." Mother's words that sound uncomfortable in my ears.

"Maybe tomorrow I won't be carrying your brains ."

"Have already let out your brain, uh the book means, "Because maybe the teacher ate too much brains, so it was wrong to mention the word book.

Hours of study as usual made me sleepy, but only 20 minutes lasted, I had yawned five times, scratched my head ten times and got a chalk throw from the teacher's mother, three times anyway.

"What's Fariz ." The teacher replied with a slightly irritated face and seemed unconcerned about responding to my call.

"I want to go to Uks only, ma'am, "

"Just go there, besides, in this class, your job is just to sleep ." The answer.

Getting permission from the teacher's mother, I walked out. Mata Refa and classmate followed where I went. Of course no one would protest with my actions. If they all still want to get an answer every time there is PR to cheat.

"Mother teacher, "Repha stood up quickly.

"You just sit down ReFa, you're not sick, are you ? ." The teacher's mother's fingers told her not to have to deliver Fariz.

"Yes, Mom." Reply to Refa limply.

After the events of the tour work a few weeks ago, Refa was quite attentive to me and began to look Feminim, certainly not as usual, but the changes he made, made one class uncomfortable.

I looked towards Refa's desk and showed her an annoyed looking face, she looked at me who was speechless in front of the door, then turned around and smiled.

But I could feel there was an irritated aura from Refa and I might, if teacher wasn't around, he would throw his chair at me.

Of course I have often walked in school during class hours like this, very quiet, there are only a few classes that are doing sports in the school field.

I slightly remember some of the events when I was Junior High, the person who always had the ambition to be at the top, that was me first. Follows a wide variety of activities from basketball, badminton, volleyball, soccer, chess and even panco fighting, mound, and finger games.

Indeed, from the story I told Bu Sofi, there are some things to be written, but most of them are real.

I used to want to be recognized by one person, a woman who made me see things I never saw, it was love.

But that love never happened, only limited to looking at each step from behind the window, greeting each other when accidentally the gaze we met and smiled, until in the end I regret, I was rejected. For whatever reason, I never thought about it,

After that incident, not once did I want to do troublesome things again and throw away all my ambitions and become my current figure, living a perfunctory life, nothing more than someone who has forgotten his purpose, a slacker on top of school.

Without my thinking, a coincidence that I did not want to get, at the right time before I stepped foot into the UKS room.

The figure of the woman who taught me how bitter reality was, was now in front of me, she was re-wearing her socks and shoes.

Unintentionally looking up, right towards my eyes, I just fell silent, unable to say anything and including him who could only say.

"Fariz ... " He said my name clearly.

She was the 'Reina' I meant in the previous story. But here her name is Riana Dilah.