The Figure In My Bed

Chapter 6 Threats

In the morning I woke up even though these eyes still felt sticky because last night only slept for a while.

When people were sleeping, but I woke up to use the bathroom without waiting for a long queue. Because it seems like a few minutes away when all the students who are in this hallway wake up will use the bathroom.

Although not only one bathroom is available on the second floor, we still have to wait our turn considering the number of students in this place.

The situation was still very quiet when I came out of the room while carrying toiletries and changing clothes. With a quick step I walked towards the bathroom at the end, where I was trapped and confined there last night.

Last night's incident I'm going to report to the headmaster of this boarding school. Lintang, Echa and Andin have really gone too far for daring to prank me by locking me in the bathroom at night.

I hope they get a punishment from Bu Ine, the headmaster of this boarding school.

As I reached the front of the bathroom, I immediately pressed the handle of the teak door and went inside. Do not forget to lock it from the inside and hang a towel on the castle behind the door leaf.

Fifteen minutes of time I spent on the ritual bath. There is already a crowded sound out there that maybe people have started to wake up and wait their turn to use this bathroom. I finished wearing clothes and I got out.

There were three faces I knew so well in front of the door.

"You guys!" I looked at one by one three people who locked me in the bathroom last night.

"Surge!" sahut Lintang pushed me to the edge until I hit the corner of the wall, then he barged into the bathroom.

"It can't be rude!" tegurku emboldened himself against Lintang who seemed to be the leader of Andin and Echa.

The girl turned her body. Looking towards me. Undoes his intention to go into the bathroom.

"What did you say?"

"I said you don't have to play rough. You can say it well or just say excuse me, anyway I also finished the shower and will go. So there's no need to put on an all-pushing show." I look back at him with a bitch.

"And one more .. I will report your actions last night that have dared to lock me up here. Right now I'm going to report to the Principal, so that you can be punished!" threaten me as I move from there.

Many of the eyes of the other schoolgirls seemed to be shocked when I fought Lintang. Maybe they were so scared of the kid. It could be that they were also the victims of the Lintang negotiations and his two friends, just like what I experienced.

When I was about to leave the place, suddenly Lintang grabbed my hair that was still a little wet until my head was pulled back.

"Anytime you dare to report to Bu Ine, then I make sure you will not feel at home in this dorm. Understood!" He threatened back, his grip getting stronger on my hair until I grimaced in pain.

"Say that you won't report what we did last night, hurry!" andin snapped my cheek with both index fingers.

"L-yes, I won't tell Ms. Ine about it, but please let go. My head hurts," my ringist.

Roughly the latitude threw a jayak on my hair, until my body almost hit some friends who were standing not far from me. They could only be silent and could not help or defend me. It seemed like they were really afraid of this Latitude gang.

Not wanting to look again, soon I passed from there with half a run.

There was the sound of Lintang laughing and his two friends who were probably laughing at my stupidity who were afraid of them. Here I am alone, unable to fight those who number three. If there were only one or two students who had defended me, maybe I still had the strength to fight them.

Unfortunately it didn't happen. Until they can arbitrarily treat weak people like me.

The corner of my eye began to water, I rubbed using the back of my hand so that the clear grains did not fall. Being treated harshly like this made me think of Mother. In any case I have to be strong in this place, because it is very unlikely for me to go home. Especially now that the mother is already in the foundation of the shelter of the TKW, while I also can not live in the home of grandmother, nor return with father. That's even scarier in my opinion.

Before the entrance hour rang, I had already arrived at the classroom and sat on the empty bench that I had occupied yesterday.

The corner of my eye caught those who were looking at me. Some of them were people who had witnessed the violence that Latitude cs did against me in front of the bathroom.

Either look pity or even satisfied to see me become a victim of bullying. I don't care, the important thing is that at this time I have to learn well in order to be able to boast of my parents, especially my mother.

The bell's sound screamed loudly the lesson marks were about to begin. All students go into their own classes.

Seen Latang cs come in and look at me while sharing a contemptuous smile. I pretended not to see, because if I saw for sure they would act again.

"For the children!" Susan went into the class.

"Morning, Mom!" All answered in unison.

Susan smiled. The sound of pantofel beats was clearly heard in front of the class. Then stop when the step reaches the teacher's desk in the front corner of the room.

He began to deliver one by one from us. And the last absence he mentioned my name.

"Mutia Wardhana."

"She, Mom!" I raised my hand.

The woman knitted her eyebrows together and walked closer to where I was sitting.

"Why your forehead?" Ask Miss Susan.

I fell silent, my eyes began to glance in the direction where Latitude cs sat. They looked glaring, coded me so I wouldn't be forthright about what was really going on.

"I'm a sucker, Mom. But it will also heal," I said.

"Have been treated?" Ask again.

I shook my head slowly.

"Your wounds are deep enough, should be in love with antiseptic drugs. Next time if there's anything, go get help from a friend and ask to transfer to the UKS to bring a p3k box." Miss Susan rubbed my injured forehead and saw my wound that was quite deep.

"That! Please take Mutia to the UKS, help treat the wound" Susan told one of the children sitting in front of the teacher's desk.

The boy, known as Arsy, approached me and took me to UKS.

Without much protest I followed in Arsy's footsteps, leaving this class.

The UKS room was near roomy, far enough from my class that Arsy and I had to walk through some school corridors.

There is no language between us. But as I recall this Arsy was one of the eyewitnesses to the violence perpetrated by Lintang this morning in front of the bathroom.

"Ehm .. does Lintang always bully every child in this school?" I started to open the conversation.

"Yes. Every time there's a new kid it's gonna be their target."

"If there are no new children?"

"Then we were targeted," he replied, stopping his steps for a moment turning towards me and stepping back.

"Then you can't fight him either?"

"Can you fight them? Didn't you?" Arsy even turned my word around.

"Haah .. " I heaved a heavy sigh.

Arriving at the UKS room, Arsy took out the key to the room.

"You got the key?" I'm a little surprised.

"I happen to be the chairman of the PMR here" he replied without turning his head and rushing to open the doors of the UKS.

We stepped in and Arsy let me sit on the bench in the room. Arsy was busy carrying the medicine box in the closet. Looking for antiseptic drops.

Once he got it, he got closer.

"I helped you put it on, sorry!" he asked for permission to touch my forehead and apply the antiseptic until it was painful and painful when the distinctive red-smelling liquid seeped into the wound that was almost half dry from the outside, it still seems wet on the inside.

"If not treated, it can be an infection" he said, covering my wounds with bandages and plaster.

I admit, Arsy was quite deft at treating my wounds. It is fitting that he becomes the chairman of the PMR, he is painstaking and quick to respond.

"Where is the shock?" Ask Arsy to return the p3k box to its original place.

"In the bathroom, last night. Lintang and his two friends locked me in the bathroom. As I was about to get out they pushed the door until I stumbled on the door, then locked me up. They even had a chance to scare me by pretending to be a ghost, they think I'm afraid," I said, recalling last night's incident.

Arsy just silently listened with a blank look. I don't know what he's thinking.