Sweet Enemy's

Chocolate from People Who Like You

Wiji arrived at the school about ten minutes before the entrance bell rang. He smiled as he found his teachers standing to greet the students near the gate. It is not usual for Wiji to leave this session. He then went down and guided his bike and then greeted one teacher at a time. Fortunately he did not arrive late and fortunately again, he had already carried out his picket yesterday afternoon.

Wiji moved towards the parking lot. He was a little upset, his bike would not be parked in the usual place. The assumption is true, there were many bicycles when Wiji arrived there. There were also some students who were still chatting at the place.

Wiji's attention was focused on Ardi's onthel bicycle. Well, he lost the morning to that guy. Wiji had a smile remembering the incident after school yesterday. But he didn't expect a second time for that. Amit-amit, enough yesterday.

"Eh, you're Ardi's class, right?"

Wiji looked at the two students who were coming to him. Wiji knew, they were his upperclassmen. Wiji also often saw the two women enter his class.

"Yes. Why, Ma'am?"

"Here, drop it to Ardi, yeah."

A packet of chocolate bars is large enough with folded paper using pink tape. So romantic, Wiji has never even gotten a gift like this.

"Must be given to Ardi anyway" said the other woman.

"Eh, from whose mother?" ask Wiji innocently.

"Oh, you don't know us? We are famous, you know. Many of us have a crush on this school. I often represent my class at fashion shows during class meetings. That he usually sings."

Wiji grumbled in his heart. Just mention the name, no need to boast. Well, women like this are indeed compatible with songong men like Ardi.

"Not knowing our names?"

Wiji shook his head, apparently it was just a clue, he was told to guess? To the point, what is so hard?

"I'm no stranger to your faces. But if it's a name, I don't know" explained Wiji.

"I'm a princess" said the chocolate giver.

"if this is Ghina," he continued to introduce his friend.

"Is this from the two of you, or just the Princess?" ask Wiji again.

"What is your name, early in the morning make blood high" chirped named Ghina.

"I asked, you know, Mom. Let it be clear. Than later when Ardi asked, I kept answering that I was the one who gave. Accept it?"

"No, no!"

Wiji breathed heavily. This half his ears painstakingly gymnastics because he heard the snapping of two strange people. Yeah, it's all because of Ardi.

"Patience, Ma'am. It's still this morning."

"From me. Princesses!" he said so clearly.

"Udah, ah, hunt in later. Yuk, pull it, Ghin."

Wiji shook his head while clucking softly. I don't think about the two people. No thanks, not even asking for help. Did he feel so great with his higher grade level than Wiji. Or feel the most beautiful to be free to do what they want.

***

Wiji said his greetings as he entered the classroom which at the top of the door was inscribed with a plaque bearing VIII A. This time the class was very crowded. On the southernmost front bench is a group of Ardi and several others including Salma and Asri. I don't know what they're talking about seems so exciting. They occasionally laughed, singing with the accompaniment of a table punch. Wiji then approached the men, more precisely approaching Ardi.

"Si, this is for you." Wiji gave her the chocolate from her upperclassman earlier.

"Ci ...."

The class suddenly boisterous. Many misunderstand at this time. Wiji patted his forehead, so it was not in his mood to give to Ardi, until something was not right.

"Eh, don't get me wrong. It's not from me. From the Mother Princess upperclassman," Wiji explained to Ardi. Don't let the man think with other friends.

"Oh, kirain you from you, Ji," chirped Asri who then heard laughter from some people beside him.

"No. Buy for yourself just think about it, time to give Ardi," Wiji sergeant.

"But ever get chocolate from someone who likes you, Ji?" asked Ardi as if mocking Wiji.

"What does that mean? Huh, ah. It's not important!" chirp Wiji, suddenly heard laughter from Ardi's gang. Wiji doesn't care.

Wiji combed his gaze towards the northern third row bench, towards his desk. Wiji waved to Ida, his colleague who had apparently been watching him. The girl then approached Ida.

"New tumbens are coming" Ida said as Wiji put his bag on the table.

"Yes, my bike was leaking. Thankfully it's not too late." Wiji dropped his ass on his stool.

"No, just the class at the parking lot." Ida simply replied with the word 'oh' which made her mouth round.

"Ji, tuh, tuh." Ida gestured by pointing to the right side of Wiji.

"What?"

"Astaghfiullah!" Wiji flinched, there was Ardi already standing nearby.

"What else?"

"You ask. Have you ever gotten chocolate from someone who likes you?"

Strange, the question even made Wiji feel disgusted to Ardi. Wiji hated Ardi's smile so much at the moment despite looking so sweet and looking dimples on his cheeks.

"Udah, ah. I'm lazy! You like to suck!"

Wiji stood with a ruffled waist in front of Ardi. He only realized, he felt like a dwarf when he was near Ardi.

"Wow, I can make it hard also turns out to be the Wiji," said Daren, my friend Ardi. Because of that speech, Wiji became noticed by his friends.

"It's funny to be so angry. Aye, right?" Wiji brushed aside Ardi's hand which pointed towards his face. Really, he felt so scared.

"Udah, go there. Just interrupt!"

Wiji pushed Ardi's shoulder away, the man smiled again. He walked slowly according to Wiji's orders. Wiji realized Ida was secretly laughing.

"Well, why are you laughing?" wiji Protest.

"No papa. Why do you hate Ardi so much?"

"Udah, ah. Don't talk about it anymore."

The entrance bell finally sounded. Simultaneously the students pray to start the lesson in their respective classes. After that continued to teach together until seven o'clock exactly. The first lesson entry bell reads.

In the first hour, it starts with Indonesian lessons taught by Ibu Fatma. Bahasa Indonesia is one of the subjects that Wiji likes.

Previous meetings have been described about poetry and its constituent elements. Today, students are required to create poetry with a free theme. Fatma's mother requested that the task be collected at the end of the lesson.

Wiji was happy to do the task. Despite being less adept at making them, Wiji tried to keep working on them as well as possible.

...The Farmer and All His Stories...

The sun does not look perfect

The sky is still beautiful orange in the northern horizon

The farmer began to prepare his equipment

Hopefully, the fields and fields will remain well maintained

Hoes perched on those feisty shoulders

Never tremble even though rain or heat hit the body

Pests that attack rice and palm

All must be eradicated completely

A thread of life that has not yet fallen down its tree

It is the hope of farmers

the buffer of the Indonesian order

The clock bell finally rang. Ms. Fatma ended the class and provided an opportunity for students who had not collected to complete their assignments until the time they returned home. Ms. Fatma said hello and then left the class.

The next lesson of students in class VIII A is sports. Then they get ready to change into uniforms. Sports are the most popular lesson. The students were excited to immediately change clothes and go to the field.

"Let's change clothes first" Wiji told Ida.

"Jn ...." Ida looks so happy.

"Ih, why? How to smile yourself? So happy! Let's story!"