The Real Beauty's
Bad Day
(POV Clara On)
I squirm and open my eyes, refracting light into my eyes ‘ I overslept,’ I thought, I didn't just sit down but look for my phone, I fumbled around looking for a phone and!
I opened it and how surprised I was, when I saw the notification of my phone a lot. Reflex I sat quietly staring at my phone screen ‘ya Lord’ I said in my heart.
It turns out that the video I sent has not changed the settings, as I remember I have changed, how this can happen, my application notification really boomed, and I saw the comments on my video, the comments were like, ' he said,
‘ada ****dress, hahaha’
‘ya Lord, does she dress up not using a mirror?’
‘increase continue. Your weight means. Hahaha’
‘I want to blaspheme, but you guys already represent my blasphemy’
‘what's this? Very ugly’
‘fool from where geez, really ugly’
‘you don't have a mirror at home? Your face is ugly and your body is not very nice’.
And there's still a lot of derogatory comments in my videos. For a long time I was silent about what happened to me, 'was I dreaming?' I thought, I was sure I was dreaming, I patted my cheek many times and pinched my arm hoping it was a dream, but it was real, and I cried.
I threw my phone in any direction, scrambling whatever was around me. 'that's enough! I'm tired!
‘aku want to live without humiliation’
‘my ugly face is not contagious to you?’
‘till when do you guys keep insulting me?’
(POV Clara Off)
“ASTAGA CLARA” Jerit Mia hysterically sees Clara crying limp on the floor with a very messy appearance, Mia approaches Clara and hugs her.
“What a shame, mom's here. There is still a mother who loves you” comfort Mia to Clara who is still crying.
“Bu, am I evil? Can't I do what everyone else is doing? Why does everyone keep insulting me? I'm tired of bu” Clara said half-screaming. “You are not evil, the evil mouth and their hands” reply Mia, Clara still keeps crying she is very sick.
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The next day Mia woke up first and began to busy herself as usual before leaving for work, when it was felt she was done with herself she also went down to the kitchen for breakfast,
‘maybe my daughter is awake?’ he thought, terbesit the inner worry about yesterday's events, it feels heavy if Clara had to go to school today.
Just when he was in the kitchen, there was no one and no breakfast served ‘my daughter is not awake?’ his inner questions to himself, his worries and anxieties were growing, he rushed to his daughter's room, knocked on her door and called her name, but unfortunately there was no word he could get, room's quiet.
Like there was no human inside, Mia grew worried and tried to turn the door knob, but the door was locked from the inside. Mia began to cry banging on Clara's door while calling the name of her only puppet princess,
“Claraa”
Dukduk
"Claraa"
Dukduk
Shouted Mia while banging on the door, almost 10 minutes Mia banged on the door of Clara's room, but there was no answer in there, just as she was about to break down the door of Clara's white room, which was not the same as the one in the room, that's when he saw Clara.
Mia fell silent.
“What's bu?” clara asked confusedly looking at her mother who looked puffy, she was neat with her school uniform. Mia immediately hugged Clara, Clara grew even more confused.
“You're at home only, school permit yes?” said Mia,
“But ma'am, if I don't go to school I'll be left behind” Clara replied,
Mia let go of her embrace
“Mother is worried about you nak” said Mia while stroking Clara's sashy hair, Clara smiled.
“I'm sure I'm good” replied Clara with a smile, but deep down, Clara was not at all sure of what she said.
“Sorry mom, I'm bad luck again. I so did not have time to make mom breakfast” said Clara lowered her head, Mia raised Clara's chin with a smile.
“What's wrong, let's go to the kitchen we make toast, because it looks like it's too late if we eat fried rice” replied Mia while looking at the watch wrapped neatly in her slender left arm, then take Clara to the kitchen for breakfast together.
Yes, unlike her son Clara, Mia is very beautiful even though she is 45 years old, she looks very young like 20 years old, her face is beautiful, her smile is sweet, she looks very young, hair with a beautiful bob cut, as well as a slim and white body.
Sometimes Clara thinks she is adopted because she is very different from her mother, but her mother says that of course Clara is her biological child, Clara was in disbelief but Mia continued to provide some evidence such as a small photo until DNA tests and yes, Clara is Mia's biological child.
After finishing breakfast, Mia takes Clara to school. At first Clara refused but Mia insisted because if not in between she would be late.
Although they have a private vehicle, but they rarely use it, they prefer to take the bus to hangout with others (especially Mia) because Clara rarely and almost never hangout, he said, except with her mother, Mia. They will use their vehicles to get out together or when Mia is late going to the office.
When she got to school, Clara said goodbye to Mia. Before Clara opens the car door Mia told me, “Honey, whatever happens. Contact ibu” said Mia stroking Clara's cheeks gently.
Clara smiled, “Good ma'am, I said school first ya bu” reply Clara while kissing her mother's hand and closing the car door, before leaving Mia waved at Clara and Clara replied to her.
(POV Clara On)
After my mother's car left the school area, my smile faded as well as the hand that had been waving me down in lethargy, I turned to look at the school gate and sighed,
“Haaahhhhhh... I'm not sure it's a beautiful day” murmured me more to herself.
I took my heavy feet slowly towards the classroom, past the school gates and through the school grounds.
I was silent staring at the hallway of the school that will pass the field, there are many students/i and then passing, and some male students who are playing basketball on the court.
Fear enveloped him, but he continued his steps slowly towards his class, he walked with his head down, when his step was right in the middle of the hall, a basketball hit his head making Clara fall down.
DUK!
“Awhh”.
‘ya Lord, I have not reached my class, but have suffered could this be my bad start on a very bad day? I dizzy’ my mind, I was still shaved on the floor of the hallway, the dizziness in my head attacked me, I tried to stay conscious but could not.
I saw the male student coming up to me, instead of helping but instead took the basketball rolling near my head without heeding myself lying down, besides coming a bunch of other students/i who were huddled laughing at me.
With a blurry look I saw one of them, none of them helped me, they kept laughing at me. I cried in my heart, I couldn't hear anything and then I felt my eyes start to darken and I was unconscious.
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I woke up with a feeling of dizziness that struck my head, “Duhh aching” I groaned, I tried to refract the light that was in this room on my eyes that still felt blurry.
I tried to calm down while holding back the dizziness in my head, it was really dizzy, it was much more dizzy than I was doing hundreds of math problems.
I saw the clock installed on the wall of the UKS room turned out to be 10, students/i was resting, I decided to stay in the UKS until school, until after school, since I was still too afraid to come to class, I should have obeyed my mother who told me to leave school today.
When I thought my head was getting better, I picked up my phone in the bag next to me on the UKS bed, and my mom sent me a lot of messages, almost the same messages, I asked if I was okay, Mom,
I replied in my heart ‘ I'm not good’ but I replied to my mother's message with ‘maaf ma'am, I just finished learning’ again I lied, I don't want you to worry about me and so not focus on your work, I think my phone is shaking again. ‘Ah reply from ibu’ I said in my heart.
“*S**Thank God, mom is very worried. Working mother first yes. Let me know if something happens to you*” I don't reply to my mother's messages anymore because I don't want to disturb her, so I play games on my phone.
(POV Clara Off)
Clara was still playing games on her phone, until she felt the UKS door open, Clara's reflexes turned towards the door and hid her phone in the UKS' blanket someone entered the UKS? who's? ’ asked in his heart with a feeling of anxiety, he stared at the door of the UKS with a smooth, quite traumatized because of the incident that occurred in the school toilet.
Seen by a male student in a slightly dirty uniform, he looks very foreign to Clara, the student entered the UKS, when the student was already inside and closed the door of the UKS his gaze stopped on Clara, they stared for a split second until Clara turned her gaze.
“Ah sorry, I think there is no one here, I just want to treat my wounds,” said the student to Clara and immediately looked for red medicine, cotton and plaster to treat the wound, he said, Clara saw the elbow on the student's right arm scuffed and bleeding, I don't know if he might have slipped.
“Where are the guards UKS?” asked the student to Clara after getting what she was looking for, “Rest” Clara replied briefly, Clara is not used to talking to strangers.
The male disciple sat down while trying to treat the wound with his left hand, he was in great distress, Clara wanted to help him but she was embarrassed until the disciple asked for help, she said,
“Sorry, but can you help me?” asked the male student to approach Clara who was still in the UKS bed with a smile, “I am in distress, Ah yes. I'm Riyant, I'm a transfer student and only today did I enter. My class is in X.B IPA. What's your name?” riyant introduced himself and reached out to Clara.
“I Clara, it looks like we are one class” reply Clara shook Riyant's hand, “Ohya? I didn't see you in class, why are you here?" Ask Riyant.
“This is the red medicine and cotton, I will treat you” Clara said not heed Riyant's question, saying,
Clara began to treat Riyant painstakingly. “You sick?” ask Riyant again,
Clara nods “Slightly dizzy” reply.
After finishing, Riyant thanked Clara and returned the red medicine to its place and threw the used cotton into the medical trash.
Just as Riyant was taking out the trash, the school bell rang, signaling that today's lesson was about to begin, hearing that Riyant turned his head towards Clara, and said,
“You still sick? Or going to class with me?” ask Riyant, please,
“I'll be here until I go home, my head is still very dizzy” replied Clara,
Riyant nodded “Alright, I will tell your teacher permission to get sick, quickly recover Clara, I first” Riyant reply and close the door of UKS, Clara sighed and restrained her body on the UKS bed.
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(POV Riyant On)
Riyant, a very handsome transfer male student, his black hair with neat cuts, his tall stout body, his charming nose and his sweet smile.
He started his new day at a new school, because his father was transferred to work in this area inevitably Riyant followed him and moved schools, Riyant only lived with his father, Riyant only lived with his father, his mother had died a long time ago, so wherever his father was transferred again Riyant would definitely change schools, he said,
very often he is like that, but fortunately Riyant is good at getting along so he easily gets a lot of friends, especially with his handsome face of course he is popular.
Today is my first day at the new school, I step my foot into the principal's room, ask which class I'm going to be in, the principal leads me to my new classroom, I follow him, I follow him, in the hallway to my class, I saw a lot of students crowding.
Me and the principal approached the crowd, then I peeked a little out of curiosity, it turned out that there was a gravestone, I saw a fat student lying unconscious. I could not see his face because it was blocked by many people, then the headmaster told someone to take the student who was a tweezer to the UKS but no one wanted to lift it, with a heavy reason.
Then the headmaster told 2 OB people to lift the student, 2 OB people began to lift him and he was taken to the UKS I still could not see his face, I could not see his face, but yasudah it doesn't matter to me anyway.
We continued our journey to my class. I don't care much about what happened, because I don't know him.
Arriving at the class, the principal handed me over to a female teacher in front of me, then I was asked to introduce myself, a little excited indeed, especially the students in this class were very noisy, so,
Finished I introduced myself, the teacher told me to sit on the bench that was empty in the corner of class ‘a comfortable place’ thought me, because I like the place that is in the corner of the class. I sat down and took the lesson as usual.
The school break bell rang, there were 3 male students coming up to me they were named, Andi, Yoga and Farhan. They took me to the basketball court to play basketball, and I agreed and played with them.
We started the game, their branding was great, but it was obviously a lot better for me. I played with passion, until I suddenly slipped and my elbows were scratched, quite sore. I ended the game and gave them permission to treat my wounds.
Actually I don't know where the UKS is, so I asked the OB who is near me, because the break hours here are very quiet, while the canteen is very crowded, come on everyone will definitely gather in the cafeteria on appeal to the UKS especially to the library if there is no business in those two places.
The OB led me towards the UKS, I thanked him and started walking towards the UKS.
When I entered the UKS room, I met a student, it felt familiar. ‘it looks like he was a student who was in the hallway this morning I thought, or maybe not? I don't know, though,
“Ah sorry, I think there is no one here, I just want to treat my wounds,”, I said to the student who sat in the UKS bed and immediately looked for red medicine, cotton and plaster to treat my wounds.
“Where are the guards UKS?” I asked the student after getting what I was looking for,
“Istrest” answer is short
Ah right, this is a break. I sat in a chair near me and started to treat my wounds, it was very difficult to treat the wounds on my elbows, then I hit my head at the student, I want to ask for help,
“Sorry, but can you help me?” ask me then approached him who was still in the UKS bed while smiling to try as friendly as possible,
“I'm in trouble, Ah yes. I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Riyant, I'm a transfer student and only today I came in. My class is in X.B IPA. What's your name?” I introduced myself and extended my hand.
He shook my hand “I'm Clara, it looks like we're a class” reply Clara, ah her name is Clara.
“Ohya? I didn't see you in class, you why are you here?” I started to make small talk.
“This is the red medicine and the cotton, I will treat you” Clara said not heeding my question, Clara began to treat my wounds painstakingly.
“You sick?” I asked once more, Clara nodded, “Slightly dizzy” replied.
When I finished, I thanked Clara and put the red medicine back in its place and threw the used cotton in the medical trash.
Just as I was taking out the trash, the school bell rang, indicating that today's lesson was about to begin, hearing that I looked at Clara, who was looking at her,
“You still sick? Or going to class with me?” I brought him in, though,
“I'll be here until I go home, my head is still very dizzy” Clara replied.
I nodded to hear it “ alright, I will tell your teacher permission to get sick, get well Clara, me first,”
I closed the doors of the UKS, and left Clara alone there.
(POV Riyant Off)
Today went on as usual for Clara, boredom, fear, anxiety and anxiety. A few minutes ago after the school bell rang her mother called that she wanted to pick Clara up at school, but Clara refused, she wanted to walk on her own, she said, Clara hoped that when she was walking down the rain, she would cry, or she hoped that a car would hit her and she would die.
Along the way to the house, he was always stared at by many people, not many of them whispered to each other commenting on his body shape and face, Clara was furious but could not do anything, Clara was bored in this situation.
If he had not been born, he might not have accepted such a fate. Clara walked slowly with a blank look, when she was about to cross the road, suddenly the motor horn rang, Clara did not hear it, because she was busy with her thoughts, busy with her daydream, until...
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