TUMBAL SEVENTH

Piqued

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Arriving at the cafeteria, I immediately ordered meatballs. Then add sambal as much as 3 tablespoons after my order is presented at the front desk I sit.

“You sure add that much sambal?” asked Abdi, he looked up. Bafflement.

“Yakin!” answer me with a tinge. Stir with a huff so that the season quickly evenly distributed. And then brutally devour it.

“Hey, slow down!” said Abdi, he looked confused to see the way I eat like a possessed person.

“Let's kes ..”

I was choking first before Abdi finished his words.

“Tuh, kaaan. It's a drink first!” tell Abdi while thrusting a glass of water in front of me, and I immediately swigged to the toilet.

Abdi and his friends looked at each other. I think they were surprised to see my behavior. I don't know, I don't know why it's like this. It is suddenly difficult to control emotions.

Unable to vent my frustration on Tirta, meatballs became the target of venting my emotions.

“Are you okay?” asked Abdi, looking at me in such a way and holding the right side of my shoulder gently.

“Yes, I'm fine,” I replied, while looking, pengesesan.

“Pedes right? So do not much sambilnya.” Abdi continued to nyerocos only from earlier. It makes me burn more emotionally.

“This drink a lot so do not care ... or want me to pesenin milk?” Quickly I shook my head, still while muttering. Crazy spicy! His mouth was burning and his eyes were like those crying out tears. My appearance must have been a mess today.

“Bu, how much is the meatball?” I asked in a screeching tone to the mother of the canteen guard. Then the middle-aged woman who was fattening also approached towards me sitting.

“Let me pay,” Abdi said.

“No need, I can pay by myself kok.”

“So who wants to pay?” ask the canteen.

“I'm it, Mom!” Quickly Abdi replied.

“Ya already then. Thank ye. I'm first, yes.” Immediately I ran away from the canteen. Ignoring Abdi who repeatedly shouted my name. Call and ask where I'm going?

I can't stand the need to get to the toilet quickly. Mules.

Each new to the front door of the toilet, stomach mules again. So I kept going back and forth into the toilet. Until finally the body feels weak has no power at all. When I arrived in front of the toilet, my eyes were dark.

*** 

“Hey, Honey, you're sober, Son?”

Dad, I wasn't in school, I could have a dad here. I can be sure my forehead is wrinkled.

I watched the room look white and there was a green curtain that blocked my bed. Typical hospital room. Yes, this must be in the hospital when viewed from the shape of the room and the smell of drugs that sting piercing the nose.

There was also an infusion stand next to the bed where I lay. Immediately I saw the back of my hand, the infusion needle stuck there. Is that the condition of my body that is required to be infused?

“Eumh, Well, how come Dad can be here? Where are we?”

“We're in the hospital. This morning, I got a call from your homeroom teacher. You fainted.”

“Hah, fainting?”

Dad nodded. Justifies.

“How long have I fainted, Yah?”

“About three hours-an.”

I was surprised to hear my father's explanation. I fainted a long time ago too.

Because of emotions, I forgot that I actually can't stand spicy. So this is it, right? Crumble.

***

“So, what was the cause until my daughter fainted, Doc?” ask Dad, when the doctor came back to check on me.

“If viewed from the results of the examination. Looks like it's caused by diarrhea, sir.” The doctor explained while examining himself.

“What is true what the Doctor said? You had diarrhea this morning?” scowl my father, and I finally can't quibble anymore. Nodding weakly.

“What did you eat? You snacking recklessly huh, at school?”

I'm speechless. If I confess I must be angry. Duh, how's this?

“Definitely because of eating meatballs using sambel as much as 3 tablespoons this morning, Om,” ceplos someone who just entered. Handmaids.

I glared at Abdi gesturing not to open the veil, but I heard.

“True, what did your friend say?” pussy daddy. I can't dodge anymore. And I grumbled non-stop. Her mother's soul immediately came out.

After a few minutes my father's nagging stopped thanks to my classmates and teachers came swooping in. Ah, many god helpers are coming. I breathe a sigh of relief.

My eyes probed for the figure I was waiting for here, but nothing. Didn't he come see me? Ah, she must be cool with her new friend. Huh, you shitty shit!

I clutched the side of the blanket with black and white stripes that covered half my body. Piqued.

*** 

Until the afternoon passed, Tirta did not see the trunk of his nose. I look for a moment at the door. I don't understand myself. Upset, but still hoping he'll come. How am I being so weird?

“Yes,” call me, and dad replied with a mutter. He sat beside the bed where I was lying, busy with his laptop.

“I'm bored here, we go home, Dad!” whinek. Besides I feel sorry for Tania, she must be scared to be left at home with Mbok Tini.

“Ya later first, let's run out of the infusion liquid.”

Then I saw an infusion bottle hanging from the pole. It was almost a quarter bottle. Huf, it's still a long time.

“Yes,” Again, dad responded to my call with a mutter.

“I'm bored,” my whine.

So, I stopped his activities. Then look at me.

“You are listening to music from dad's phone?” bargained for. I nodded. However, when dad was busy looking for a headset in his briefcase. Suddenly the figure I expected to present came.

But, why should it be the same girl, anyway? The mood of my heart, which had just faded, was now warmed up again.

Tilting their bodies, turning their backs. I don't want to see them both. I heard they both introduced themselves to Dad. And now I know the name of the girl who was close to Tirta. Dian.

“Loh, this is his friend coming, even behind it?” said father. I'm unmoving.

“I'm sleepy, Dad. Want to sleep,” I replied in a tart tone.

“Aduh, ma’af yes, Nak Tirta and Nak Dian. Looks like a medicinal effect, so Rania sleepy so.”

“Iya, Om. Nothing, we understand kok,” replied Dian. Then they said goodbye, and I heard Tirta leave something for me to Dad.

“Nak, here is a deposit from your friend,” said father. I shut up, pretending to sleep. Curious what Tirta left behind? But, being angry is more domineering.

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