The Love of Zarania

Section 9

Monday morning Zara walked cheerfully to the cafeteria to do her routine at that place.

Yes as usual before leaving he had to go through the drama of a fight first with his stepmother at home.

But it did not and made him moody because the young man who had asked for his number, last night sent him a message and invited him to meet after this school, after school, really when receiving messages from unknown numbers initially Zara was lazy to read it but when reading the message notification that she could see in the corner of her HP screen made her hand quickly open the message even her heart trembling like his hands.

"Zec." Pulses that do not usually come in the morning even already appear to sit on his parked motorcycle.

Zara did not answer Saipul's call because it seemed that the girl did not hear his voice and continued to pitch towards the school cafeteria in slow motion.

The pulse that grumbled because he felt ignored by Zara also pulled the key of the motor and rushed to follow Zara's steps.

The girl in front of him still did not want to be aware of her current existence, because Ipul also stepped slowly not trying to walk beside Zara let alone precede her, the young man continued to follow from behind while listening to Zara's humming voice sing another faint-sounding one with her soft voice.

While being happy little humming Zara's eyes looked down and found the tie of her left shoelace open reflex the girl stopped and immediately bent her body to tie the rope back.

Zara's actions that suddenly could not be predicted by Saipul until finally the young man's body hit the back of Zara but fortunately Saipul's hands deftly grabbed Zara's waist until the girl did not fall into the back flooring.

Zara's heart feels almost dislodged when experiencing things that are so shocking let alone their current body position is so embarrassing.

Zara turned her head back to see who was crashing and kept her body from falling.

"Ipuuull." cried Zara so hysterically knowing the person behind her at this moment.

Zara's shrill voice made Saipul who was made to daydream because he felt strange things become so shocked that even his hands even pushed Zara's waist up to almost fall.

Zara's body staggered indistinctly but eventually the girl managed to maintain the balance of her legs due to the impulse to not end on the floor with the white ceramic.

"Sorry sorry accidentally, anyways why you suddenly stay here!" said Ipul blaming Zara with a voice that sounded awkward after what he had just experienced.

"Nih my shoelaces off, anyways you say behind me." spray Zara who does not accept the blame by his friend.

"I want to go to school, Za, this is school." Ipul reasons.

"Tap it is still morning, not usually you come at this hour" said Zara while looking at her watch which is still faithfully pointing at the number 6 passing.

"Ah know ah." Ipul can no longer answer Zara's questions, in fact he himself also does not understand why he left school so early, because usually he will only leave when the Clock is nearing the number 7, because he usually will leave,which means for a while the bell will sound loud.

But this morning it was like there was something strange and disturbing him to have to make him come early.

Saipul walked away from Zara without saying a word.

I don't know if he feels today that something is holding his heart back, but what Saipul doesn't understand either.

She was obviously worried about Zara and felt she had to be around the girl.

"Saipul's base is not clear." grumbled Zara as she ran to the school cafeteria.

While Saipul headed to the class that had just opened and there was the class leader who turned out to be tidying up the teacher's desk.

"Emang whose picket turn hasn't come yet?" ask Ipul to Herman the class president.

"Ck, you don't know your classmate Pul, they are the most anti-dateng in the morning despite the picket turn." lamented Herman without turning to Ipul.

"Who's turn now?" ask Ipul again while walking towards the paper attached near the door to see the names of the pickets today.

"Joko, Ramdan, Intan, Septi." Ipul assigns one by one the names listed on the paper.

"Lah I saw Joko Sama Intan in front" said Ipul who had previously met the two men when he was about to enter the school.

"That's very common Pul, although the morning dateng will not go directly in." replied the class leader who is known to be diligent but can not be firm with other friends.

Like now, he should have scolded his friends who today were part of the picket and did not want to come early, he said, because he should be strict to them instead of doing the picket that has become the duty of the children.

"Yes you're angry dong, don't miss it." sergeant Ipul who is often upset by the softness of Herman's attitude as a class leader.

"Capek, just make my mouth squeak until foaming but make him on so." said Herman as he swept the floor this time.

Ipul breathed a harsh sigh at Herman's rant, which is why the class president's electorate he never wanted to join despite being repeatedly coerced by their children and homeroom teachers.

This is the reason Ipul he is already quite familiar with their traits, rather than him having to emotionally face the behavior of his friends it is better he refuses to be the class leader in the class that is always violent.

It could be that the tension will increase if you become the class leader, that's what Saipul had in mind when the class chairman election took place.

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