Your mouth Harimau

Exercises That Are Fatiguing and Thickening

After twenty minutes of fast break torture, Mr. Edi blew the whistle "Exercise," he shouted. It's a sign that we make two teams and compete.

I took a breath, I wiped the sweat on my forehead with the back of my hand, I tried to get involved in the game. I concentrated hard, mostly so as not to mess up. But I'm a little uninspired too.

Then, after playing for a few minutes, Yuni and I both hit the ball. Somehow, when I stormed the ball, my arm stretched out, Yuni's knee lifted up tightly and grabbed my chest like a knife.

The pain ran all over my body. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't come out. My breath gasped, his voice strange, like the sound of a sick seal, then I realized I was not breathing.

Everything's going red. The red rose which shone, then the black. I knew I was going to die. To feel such a broken breath must be the most unpleasant feeling in the world. It's awful, you're trying to breathe, but you can't. And the pain just kept getting bigger, like there was a balloon blowing in my chest.

I really thought I was dead. A few minutes later, I was healed. I still feel weak and a little dizzy. But basically I'm fine.

Mr. Edi told one of them to take me to the dressing room. Of course Yuni was willing, when we walked, she apologized. He said it was an accident, really an accident. I'm quiet, I don't need an apology. I don't want to talk to him at all. I just wanted to strangle him again. If you need to die.

How patient can one endure in one day ? Yuni had scammed me during Maths, spilled disgusting butcher pudding onto my shoe during my Master Teacher lesson, and kicked me unconscious during basketball practice.

Now I have to smile and accept his apology. No need to! Until whenever I don't want to .

I walked silently to the changing room, my head bowed, my eyes staring at the floor. When she saw that I didn't want to forgive her, Yuni got angry. Look at his behavior! My chest kicked him, and he was angry.

I changed clothes without taking another shower, and then I gathered my things, got out of the dressing room, picked up my bike, and left the school building.

Half an hour later, the daytime sky appeared gray and overcast. I felt a little rain on my head. Enough is enough, I repeat in my heart.

My house is two blocks from school, but I don't want to go home. I want to keep riding the bike. I want to ride a bike straight and not look around anymore.

I was angry, resentful, and trembling but more angry. I didn't care about the rain, I got on the bike and pedaled it away from home. The front pages of the houses were milling around, I didn't see them. I didn't see anything.

I am getting stronger and stronger. It's nice to stay away from school, away from Yuni.

The rain started to fall more and more, I don't care, I turned my head to the sky while pushing my bike. The rain was cold and refreshing on my hot skin.

When I looked forward again, I saw I had reached the Forest area, a long row of trees that bound my neighborhood with the neighborhood next to it.

Among the tall and old trees was a small path for bicycles. The trees were bald and looked sad, looking lonely without the leaves. Sometimes I ride there, to find out how fast I can ride my bike on winding, uneven roads.