The lesson bell rang. Mrs.Laras has not yet arrived in the classroom, even though she is usually the most diligent teacher. Even 10 minutes before the bell rang, she was already in the classroom.
I saw Kenzo, the ruffian student in my class running while hiding under the back seat. At the same time, a teacher in her 50s entered the classroom with a pair of scissors in her hand. She is mrs.Barbara.
Who doesn’t know mrs.Barbara? the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair.
“Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her.
After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied because her efforts were out in vain. Finally she could cut Kenzo’s high-haired hair.
The class became boisterous when mrs.Barbara had finished cutting Kenzo’s hair by about five
centimeter.
“This is so strange, Mom.” Kenzo protested seeing his current hair.
“What’s so strange? You look much more handsome than before,” said mrs.Barbara.
“Ah, you must be lying, Mom. How could I get more handsome if you cut my beauty preety much like this.” Kenzo continues to grumble.
“Never mind, you just shut up. Not you who see how you are, but other people. Try asking to Ella, surely she will say you’re handsome.”
I was surprised when my name was mentioned by mrs.Barbara.
What’s wrong with me? Why should I comment on Kenzo’s current appearance? I mean, there are 20 girls beside me in this class to be consulted. Why me?
“Obviously if she will tell honestly that I’m ugly, Mom,” said Kenzo who already knew the answer.
I laugh.
I’ve always hated Kenzo.
While other girls adore and try to win Kenzo’s heart, I am the only girl who has never been captivated by Kenzo’s charm.
I think Kenzo is an ordinary guy, not very handsome and not very smart. Even though he is among the richest students in this school. He even owns several luxury cars and I heard he also has a black card in his wallet.
“Listen first how Ella’s comments about your appearance. Ella, how does Kenzo look like now?” Mrs.Barbara is still waiting for my answer.
Not only mrs.Barbara, the whole class is also looking at me – they are still waiting for my answer.
“Um… you’re a little handsome.” I replied giving up.
The class that was originally silent has become noisy at my answer.
“What are you saying? A little? You are very stingy praise me.” Kenzo protested not accepted.
“Hey, never mind. You’re still lucky because Ella praised you,” said Bobby soothingly.
My class slowly returned to silence. My friends’ gaze fixed on someone who was already standing by the classroom door.
OMG, Joe! I screamed.
Why is he in my class?
Oh my God, am I dreaming?
I still remember if a year ago Joe said goodbye to me to study in Paris. I thought he had forgotten our city.
“Hi Joe.” Mrs.Barbara welcomed Joe with great joy – just like a mother who just met her child after so many years they were separated.
“What made you come all the way from Paris here?” asked mrs.Barbara.
“I wanna meet Ella.”
My eyes were perfectly rounded hearing what Joe said.
Did I hear you right? Joe want to see me? What for? Didn’t he always refuse when I asked him to meet him? Even before he left for Paris, I followed him to the airport. Then now? Why did he suddenly want to meet me?
“Ella, didn’t you hear Joe wanted to see you?”
I gasped at the sound of mrs.Barbara.
I walked out followed by Joe.
Here we are, on the school rooftop, only two of.
“What do you wanna say?” I asked without preamble.
“How are you, La?”
Oh my God, those beautiful green eyes looked back at me. How long has it been since I saw those beautiful eyes?
My heart rustled again, remembering all the events that have been through with Joe. Oh no, more precisely the occasion where I tried to get Joe’s heart. Because no matter how hard I try, Joe still rejects me.
“Are you all right, La?” Joe asked again.
I lifted my head, now I dare to look at him.
“Am I dreaming?”
“What do you mean, La?”
“After many times you rejected me and decided to leave me, you can still ask how I’m doing? Oh yeah, I also still remember where you kicked me out at the airport even though you know at the time many people saw.” I said bitterly.
“So what should I do?” Joe asked confused.
“Why are you asking me? Just ask your heart if you still deserve to ask someone you have hurt thousands of time.” I tried my best to hold back the turmoil in my heart.
“La, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because…”
“Never mind, Joe. I forgive all your treatment to me. But if you want me to return to the was I was when I was chasing you, sorry, I can’t. my heart is dead for you. Because when you decided to leave me, that’s where I made sure you lost me.”
I walked away leaving Joe.
Not long ago I stepped, Joe grabbed my wrist.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Can’t you give me one more change?” Joe keeps begging.
I exhaled heavily. I removed his hand from my wrist.
“Find another girl who is much better than me. Find for another girl who is more patient than me, who is still waiting even though she is constantly being dumped. Sorry, I can’t. my feelings for you have long been thrown away.”
I ran left Joe. This time the man didn’t come after me.
My chest fluctuates due to the turmoil that I have endured for a long time, my tears finally shed too.
God, is my choice the right one?
“What’s wrong with you, La? Why do you look gloomy?” Arga asked when visiting my house. “It’s okay.” I replied briefly. “Someone she had loved for two years came back after repeatedly dumping her.” Kris, my little brother opens his voice. I glared at him. How dare the runny boy reveal my secret to others, especially to Arga, someone we just met. “Is it true? Then, now? Do you take it back, La?” asked Arga enthusiastically. “What for?”
My class situation has started to be quiet, leaving only Isti and I who are still sitting in the classroom. I am still loyal to hear the express feeling of Isti about her father who is seriously ill. Not occasionally Isti cried. I rubbed Isti’s shoulder – I felt how sad she was. Moreover, Isti is an only child. “I am very afraid if something happens to my father,” said Isti while sobbing. “Sttt… it’s okay. Your father will be fine.” I said comfortably – though I don’t know myself if what I said was true. All I know is I want to strengthen her. “I’m afraid if my father will die of this disease, La.”
I comb my hair neatly in front of the mirror. Today is a decisive day where it is the pinnacle of my studying so far to get a position as a student in the medical faculty at my favorite university of choice. So far I have been trying my best to keep learning - taking many try outs to hone my academic knowledge. My cell phone is ringing. A smile rose from the corner of my lips when I saw the name of the sender of the message was Arga. Arga: fighting for today, my dear. I bet you can! ❤ My fingers quickly started typing. Me: don't you wanna come to cheer me up? I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips. I smiled to see the reflection of my face in the mirror. Those people are right, my and Arga's faces are very similar. Are we matched? Ah, I hope. Tiiiiinngg.... Arga: I'm having an event at my campus, honey. &n
My parents' faces lit up after hearing the news that one of the private universities in my city is still open for registration for the nutrition science study program. With burning enthusiasm, my papa took me to the test there. "Pray before starting the exam and keep focused on doing the questions yes," said my father giving me support. I nodded firmly, then walked into the exam room, leaving my papa alone in the waiting room. *** I finished the academic test, physical test, and interview test at exactly two in the afternoon. The worms in my stomach had been protesting because of hunger. Luckily my papa is sensitive to take me to his favorite food stall. We ordered meatballs and chicken noodles an
This afternoon I was neat with my knee-length white dress. I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips.Beautiful. Yes, I'm beautiful. At least according to Arga."Where are you going at this time? Usually at 8 pm I just take a shower," Kris said from behind the door."None of your business, Kris. Go on," I said shooing. Huh, that just ruined my mood."Ah, I know now," Kris exclaimed."What?" I asked confused."You're going on a date with Arga, right?" Kris guessed right."If so, why? You're jealous because you don't have a girlfriend?" I teased my little brother."Why am I jealous of someone who is attached?" he replied."You mean?" I asked, not understanding."A person who is dating or married will have two goals in life, namely to God and to their partner. They will be attached to these two goals and I think it is a waste of time. Just like you now, wasting time on someone who is not necessarily your d
Arga and I checked out of the hotel at 11pm. Yes, we didn't stay overnight because we were afraid my parents would scold me.Arga and I arrived home at one in the morning, stuck in traffic along the way."Do I have to go into your house to say goodbye to dad and mom?" asked Arga quietly.""No need. They must be sleeping by now. It's already early morning, I want to go home so I can rest soon," I said while tiptoeing to caress Arga's curly hair.Arga put his lips to mine -- bit my lower lip -- stuck his tongue to be able to dance beautifully with my tongue.Arga's hand ignorantly entered into my bra, playing with my naughty nipples."Why are your nipples so cute, honey?" Arga said with exasperation.Arga's left hand entered my panties, inserted two fingers into my pussy hole. Ah, how delicious the Arga game is .I don't want to lose. I put my hand into Arga's underwear, played his cock up and down.
Cup. Cup. Cup. I squirm when something soft touches my lips three times. I opened my eyes and I found Arga neat in front of my eyes. "What are you doing so early in my bedroom?" I asked lazily. "Did you forget that today is the first day you enter college?" Is it true? I took my cellphone and saw that the screen was still showing six o'clock in the morning. "It's still six o'clock, honey. Still two hours to go and you wasted two hours of my precious sleep," I said lazily. "Get up or I'll punish you?" Arga threatened me. "It's up to you," I replied lazily as I covered my face with a blanket - hoping Arga would come out of my room and not disturb my sleeping hours. But I was wrong. Arga even got into my blanket - his hands started to squeeze my breasts naughty . "Arga, what are you doing so early?" I asked irritably. But Arga didn't answer me. He was engrossed in p
"Finally finished this task!" I exclaimed while tugging at my veins which had shrunk since yesterday due to the multitude of tasks.I saw my face in my cellphone camera. Gosh, that's bad. My eye bags look black because I haven't slept in two days. Damn tasks that make me have to give up my precious sleep hours.My cell phone rang loudly, displaying the name Arga on the screen. Actually I'm still annoyed with him who didn't pick me up at that time. But the worry that he is seeking comfort in another woman's heart is enormous, especially since he doesn't like to be restrained.I shifted the screen marked green and showed Arga's face there."Hi," he said cheerfully."Hm.""What are you doing?""Do you think my face looks like someone who was relaxing on his holiday?" I asked back.Arga laughed at my answer."How many days haven't you slept, La?" asked Arga who understood how tired I was."Two days," I replied.