
In the morning I woke up with a much fresher body than the day before. I looked around my room with sparkling eyes, feeling the first day I had a boyfriend.
“Good morning Miss !” imelda's small voice sounded from below. “You have to tell me something today. I have to be the first, uhfff …. Sorry, the first – turtles or whatever you call me, who knows the latest news about the Sun,” Imelda sits while flicking her – fingers.
“You were right last night – right sleeping khan ?”
“Yesterday night I heard someone say that things don't go as you see,”
“You pura – pura sleep ?”
“Do not convolve – Belit !”
“Well Imelda, you know ?”
“What ?” imelda's eyes sharpened complete with a curious face.
“Aaron invites me to be made !”
“I can't believe !”
“Tersubmissive. But that is the reality !” I smiled – smile myself with my answer. Well God, I'm out of the singles club and into the – girls dating gang now.
“You are dating a drug addict !”
“But I maxed him !”
“Don't be a dumb chick dong May !”
“I know. people say love is blind isn't it?”
“Love is blind. But you didn't. Look, your eyes are beautiful and you don't need the help of glasses at all!”
“But I've received him Imelda,” I suddenly limp back questioning what my decision is right and not rush –.
“I don't think it'll be that easy you lose your mind. Your life is tough May. By accepting Aaron you will add one more hardship to your life. Not to mention the trouble with your Papa's girlfriend. You have opened a wide path to suffering!”
“Yakin what ? Sure he needs help ? Wah ... smart once you ?” his tone quipped.Either why but I am very comfortable being friends with Imelda, talking – conversing with her while spilling my heart on her. Looks like ... seems .. I'm talking to the other side of me. I don't know.
“May ? Are you awake ? Don't mollor hold little Miss !”
“Iya Pa, May is up !” I put my index finger in my mouth so that Imelda would shut up. I rushed out of the bedroom, meeting Papa who was comfortable with coffee and newspapers. But seeing Papa it feels like I'm so late with the incident last night when Papa introduced Aunt Nina. I still can't accept it. But at the same time. I'm starting to understand that Papa needs happiness too and I'm Papa's son, and Papa needs a friend.
Especially if later I have gone to college and go to Jakarta, Papa must be lonely because I am 100% sure Imelda will come with me. So papa won't have a chatmate. So even though my heart is heavy, I want Papa to be happy so I say,
“Papa, greetings to Aunt Nina well,” I tried to smile.
My dad looked at me like he couldn't believe it. Maybe you're imagining me spewing 5 kilos of gold out of my mouth. But at least this is a good start, right?
But anyway, Imelda's words didn't bother me much that day. Just a few days in a year that I consider my special day. The first day I met Kevin I thought of him as special. The first day Papa took me to Confetti, our favorite ice cream parlor, which I consider special. The first day Gareth Richardson took me out, I thought it was special. And now, today is the first day I have a boyfriend. It's only natural that I don't think today is special ? Maybe I should mark the date of the agenda or calendar in my room with a pink marker even if it's not my favorite color. Just as a sign ... how ? Maybe I'll decide later. What matters today is a special day.
I sat in my classroom checking my physical records. Physics has always been a scourge for me. Especially today there will be a repeat. I prefer to study history or sociology. After the bell rings later, the first hour, I will meet Mr. Rustam, the Physics teacher who for no apparent reason has always been cynical to me. Complete is already my dislike of physics.
Then Trisakti came, though, telling me about his newborn niece on the line with Jell came who just told me about his mother's habit of watching telenovelas while commenting on all the advertisements that aired and I sat back to endure my stomach ache when Mr. Rustam came.
“Good morning,” her voice was in –. The mustache is transverse above the lips, rough and awut – awuttan. Does he want to be Albert Einstein?
“Please prepare the paper. There's only stationery on the bench. No one's hands slipped on the bench. I also do not want anyone to lift the paper replay cover the head of the temple – pura yawn while asking for answers. If something is not clear, please raise your hand and ask. I think there is nothing more to ask ..” without a base – stale just to attract the attention of students like me he stood up and wrote about – problems on the board with markers.
“Don't daydream May. Write and do. There is nothing you can learn by constantly looking at flowers from the !” window little, cold, sharp, and all other expressions to express his sinisterity. Even though I've been trying to die – matian, still the name physics is difficult for me. I saw about – about the story that has been neatly written on the board. I have to calculate the coulomb's law. I don't know what Charles Coulomb was thinking when he created this first law. Does he want to torture a poor girl who only has two shoes like me ? Besides, why should I learn everything that I won't be able to use later ? For example, as it is today. I have to count about – questions that I will only meet in the Diktat only. I never practice in the real world. Now you know why I prefer to learn English. Well because what I learned can be directly used in my life. In many ways I understand that physics helps human life. Like Thomas Alpha Edison with his light bulb or Albert Einstein with his nuclear reaction. But what then should all SMU kids learn physics ?
Mr. Rustam's eyes just kept following my every move. Even until the last second, only a few things that I did and not sure it was true .. until I handed my paper on the table Mr. Rustam who laughed triumphantly. If you ever feel there are people who do not without reason do not like you, you are not the only – people like that in this world.
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