"Bro, I love you!" I shouted, seeing him looking around, looking for the figure who had just thrown a paper fist at him.
He glared, along with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me. As for me? Just relax. The only horse grin I gave, in response to their reaction.
Reynaldo Georgino. Who doesn't know him? A student council president, the owner of a tall athletic body, handsome face and also cool.
Which is said to have always been in the spotlight of the eyes of women in this world of white and gray. As for me, who? Only a new student who was following MOS, who was also attracted by his true good looks. Who is willing to do anything to get his attention.
Like now. With an annoyed face, he walked towards me. Dozens of students who blocked his way, immediately stepped aside in fear, when one of their friends fell because he was hit by him.
The steps are getting closer, along with the pounding of the chest that jumps erratically.
Ah! This is the first time he has come to me. With this close, I'm about to faint. Can't stand this chest turmoil. Not out of fear, but indeed too happy to directly meet him face to face.
He looked at me. Scanning every inch of my body. From head to toe. Not even blinking.
Oh, how's this? My hair is messy, isn't it? Mother's thin make-up has worn off, hasn't it? Wow, being stared at by your idol, why are you so nervous, huh?
Sorry, get ready to give artificial respiration, in case your beautiful princess faints because she meets the prince!
The soul of alay bin gajeku relapses instantly. Imagining the romantic scenes of Cinderella, which I always watch every day through the yout*be application.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at the name tag on my chest.
"Mey-sa Deffa-nista." Spell it out.
"Yes, Bro?" My eyes lit up, hearing my great name called.
"You, I law!" Strictly speaking, half screaming.
All right! What is my fault and sin, Bang, that you have the heart to punish me?
"But, Sis, what did I do wrong?" I blushed, looking at him.
"What did you do wrong? Huh! Just ask all the students here!" Then he immediately left, leaving this awkwardness of the heart.
I turned to Sista, who was still looking down at her new shoes.
"Sis, how can I be punished, anyway?" Nudged his arm, asked innocently.
"Mey, you're not aware, are you? Wasn't it you who threw the paper fist and kept hitting his forehead?" The minus-eyed girl explained.
I pat my forehead, after remembering what happened earlier.
"Alamak! I'm dead, Sis. How come, he's already angry again?" I was nervous, while pacing thinking about my next fate.
"Just be patient, Mey. I'm sorry." Sista stroked my shoulder, while occasionally adjusting the position of her glasses, trying to calm me down.
Instead of calming down, he became even more panicked. Especially when the two student council sisters came, with a very horrified look at me.
"Tch! Too brave! We're the only one in the same class, don't dare to disturb him. Meanwhile, you, just a new student, have just started playing! Pretending to be coquettish! What are you really proud of yourself?" One of them reproached me, who I knew was Syila, the student council secretary.
"Here, the list of punishments that you have to do! Don't miss any of them! Or ... you'll find out for yourself!" The other threatened, handing me a piece of paper.
Then the two of them left, leaving this deep pain in the heart.
Meysa ... Meysa. Why did you do something like that, anyway? This is no longer at your junior high school, where all the residents are afraid of you.
Be aware, May. Aware. Don't let your punishment be heavier than this one. Remember your father and mother, he is waiting for your success. Not a letter of punishment like the one in your hand.
My conscience continues to advise. Just keep reminding me of all my stupidity. Made me aware of one thing. That I should know my current position. Which is considered the lowest among them.
Okay. I'd better do this right away. Instead of having to drag on, it will get even more difficult. Incidentally, he had also announced that it was time for a break.
I opened a piece of paper in my hand. And my eyes bulged, reading the line of punishment I had to do.
Sweeping the yard, wiping the glass, taking out the trash, and last but not least... wiping the toilet!
What is this! The punishment is not worth the mistake I made! Really, how cruel he is! Now I know that the rumors circulating are true. He really has no heart!
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The whole body feels crushed. Fatigue, hunger and thirst eat away at you. After completing all the penalties.
I leaned my back against the wall next to the gate. Opened the bag, took a bottle of mineral water that I bought at the canteen earlier. Fortunately, there was still some left over from my mother's cake that I left in the canteen, otherwise I might faint from hunger.
This is the fate of a Meysa, who was born into a mediocre family. I can only get a scholarship to enter my favorite high school, I'm very grateful. That means, I have to try even harder, so I can make my parents proud and maintain my scholarship.
My father is a fruit seller in the market. Meanwhile, Mother, the maker of various cakes, is entrusted to the stalls. Sometimes I also bring it to be deposited in the school canteen.
Yes, this kind of life doesn't feel bad. Compared to those who roam the streets. Uncertain food, no work, let alone a place to live. It's really sad for them, whose life is like that.
I peeked at the clock on the wall through the classroom window, which happened to be not far from where I was sitting. It was half past three. No wonder I'm already this hungry. Other friends who followed MOS must have gone home long ago. We usually go home at twelve o'clock. Whereas now?
Hah! All because of my carelessness, so I got punished like this.
Immediately I grabbed a bicycle that was parked not far from me, then pedaled slowly. This bicycle inherited from Grandpa, is quite old. But I still like wearing it.
After all, what are you going to do? This is the only one I have.
I haven't pedaled far when I suddenly heard someone calling me. I stopped and turned around. Who's he?
I decided to wait, giving him a chance to approach me.
"Hi! You, a new student huh?" he asked, smiling kindly at me.
He slowed down his motorbike, keeping up with me who continued to pedal.
"Yes, Brother who?" I replied, focusing on the street.
"I'm Dhika, a student of class XI2 IPS. What's your name?"
"Meysa, Bro."
"What class are you in?"
"If I'm not mistaken, I saw on the announcement board, it seemed like I was in class X1 IPA." Remembering the classroom I read earlier.
"Wow, you're a science class kid?"
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