The 7th Eye
CHAPTER 1 THE BEGINNING
"Bestiii PR MTK Pak Ary not yet"
"Not yet, look at your answer"
"Well, you think I've, if I've been struggling to say I've also nanya nge"
My monday hiks have been decorated with PR and MAPEL Mathematics, very beautiful yes. Before the lecturer came in I tried to complete PR MTK which some of me had not done.
"Eh"
I was shocked because there was a ball-rich rolling head from the back wall.
I've started to get used to my advantages, not as much as before when I was still cute.
But I'm not used to this one, yeah Math. Although Jerome polin said Mathematics is fun but for me math beh, No thankyou ya. I don't really hate counting because I often help you sell, but Mathematics is another problem.
No later my lecturer came in and started greeting the children.
"Good morning my beloved son"
"Paaak for me" said the boisterous class boy
"Oh yes.what's the news of the Mathematics PR, has been completed please the class chairperson collected"
Sak sek sak I immediately copied the answer that I could not solve. I borrowed the MTK PR of my comrade who was more expert in his field and when I finished just as the class president arrived before me
"Subscribe to the impromptu work of this child"
"Hehe. nih same have mia all"
"Mi already kumpulin ya your PR thanks" said I thank mia
"Okay same as well"
The boss saw me. Oh yes he Bagas my class president, he is a person who will usually convey info from lecturers, academics etc to be conveyed to our class.
As Bagas began to walk back to me my gaze stopped on the shoulder of my class president Bagas. There was a hand on his shoulder from behind. I didn't see a body, a head or anything like that when the chairman confronted me, but when the chairman turned around, it was just a hand.
The hand gripped the shoulders of Bagas strong until it looks like he wants to fix his shoulders. Horrifying even that hand continued to increase the strength of its grip until it struck an intense pattern of grip in the eyes of the person who could not see the hand.
"Bagas from where is that rich attachment" my inner
The lesson of the day was over, our lecturer ended it a little faster because there was an event.
"Because I have an event so I'm quite here"
"Yeeeeeyy. thanks sir"
"Bagas.." I ran over to Bagas
"Are you okay" I asked
"At least feel good anyway, why look so"
"Yes anyway, pale face continues from earlier gripped shoulders mulu, why the gas sprains out of his girlfriend's arms" joked me
"Where have I, how much pain my shoulder banhet"
(Surely because it helps not yes, but how to yes) I think
"Gas.there's some shit on your shoulder" I said to make excuses.
"Oh yeah where"
Bagas patted his shoulder to clean the dirt I maxed out but couldn't
"Where the hell is she"
"It's a loh"
I patted the clap of his brother while reciting the verse and on the last clap I clutched the head trying to let go of the hand, I was feeling like throwing up not a bitch because of that rotten hand, the hand meat began to peel and fall and then disappear. I hold my nausea, it feels like it's ubun ubun. I was still trying to pull and finally the hand came off and fell to the floor. I bowed limp, I was nauseous not playing.
"Sure you're okay"
"Hubgh.. ugh I'm gonna throw up"
Bagas immediately took me to the sink in front of the class, no one came out because I did not have breakfast this morning.
I washed my hands in the sink
"Bagas, I'm packing soaps with spit soap" ask me for the bagas
"Oh, soapy shit"
Bagas ran to the copration and returned to bring me soap I immediately opened the package and washed my hands brutally
"Yes, why the hell"
The chief was astonished and anxious because I washed my hands so tightly, I just shook my head while continuing to wash my hands so tightly. Samar I saw the appearance of the gas face began to worry because my hands began to redden, the bagas finally pulled my hands so that I would finish washing my hands. I knew nothing was stuck but I still imagined how disgusting it was, so I washed my hands.
"Hey what happend, are you okay" 🥺
