MYS 16
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Since there was no way I could be in class quietly without any disturbances, I chose to leave. Anywhere as long as you don't have to meet Andi.
So this is proof of my bad feeling since this morning.
Because I was too upset, I didn't pay attention to where my feet were going and was confused when I realized I was in the school hall, standing breathlessly beside a row of wall magazines. My reflex turned to one of the glass boards full of articles and then approached. Just slowly read one by one article.
There is one interesting thing, the leaflet is written on a monthly spiritual study with Umi Sarah which will discuss today's youth. I'm interested.
The school bell rang, signaling that it was time for the first lesson to begin. I hastily ran to class until I bumped into Abdi, the class president.
"Oh my gosh, Anggi... where have you been looking for?"
"From Madding"
"You were told to gather at the badminton court now. Hurry up and go." expelled Abdi by pushing me towards the badminton court which was located on the right side of the ceremony field.
I then ran hastily there and was grateful that I didn't have to go to class, having to be in the same room with Andi in my dreams had made me not excited.
All-day Amad and I practice until the second break sounds. Tired but fun. At least I don't have to worry about going to class today. I'm in a bad mood. I guess I'm PMSing.
"Eat first Ngi." Ana's voice from behind while giving the lunch box.
"Thanks, Ann."
"It's from Jon." Sure enough, when I opened it to see the contents it turned out to be spaghetti.
"Then please give me a thank you." without long I immediately ate and it turned out to be delicious. Don't forget to pray first.
"Tell me yourself. I'm too lazy to talk to him," said Ana automatically makes me confused. The reason is, in class this morning I saw that they were having fun joking.
"Okay," I said with my mouth full. And without long Ana immediately left again.
"Later we have to practice until the afternoon, Anggi," said Amad, who I didn't realize he was next to.
"Okay. Oh yeah, Umi Sarah's study, do you think I can join?" I asked Amad who was looking far ahead.
"All children can do it. Only that day we have a match," replied Amad still looking at something.
"It's a shame. Even though I wanted to come."
"You can still join Umi Sarah's study, every week at the mosque near the field," explained Amad seemed to give new hope for me.
"Thanks for the info, Amad. Honestly, I like studies about teenagers.".
"Why don't you join the mosque youths?" said Amad who suddenly surprised me. The youth of the mosque is similar to the Rohis, am I?
"I'm not wearing a hijab, Amad. Is that okay?"
"You can. If you just take part in the weekly routine study, that's fine, Anggi. It's just that if you want to run as an administrator, you have to do that."
"Oh, I see... I just found out. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
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Parents say that teenagers are the most vulnerable times, indeed.
Teenagers love to try new things, there's a point.
Adolescence is a time of self-discovery, to a large extent possible.
Teenagers are times of inner turmoil, I'm experiencing now. One word that can represent the word confused.
I'm upset not because Andi, who doesn't know himself, keeps assuming I'm his girlfriend and doesn't want to hear anything I have to say.
I'm confused not because the iPhone X that I paid for Jono yesterday was confused about how to use its features, as a result, I only used it for calling, texting, occasionally watching class group chats on WhatsApp, and listening to music. Having a new cellphone doesn't have any effect on me personally, other than I bought it at a very, very cheap price.
I'm also confused not because of PMS or because tomorrow's competition is in the district.
I'm upset because I'm upset.
Jono: Well... tomorrow, do you want me to make spaghetti? Prepare for the competition?
I just glanced at the WA pop-up from Jono. Why is it that the child keeps asking unimportant questions like this at night?
Angie: Yes.
Unlucky. My fingers are so itchy!
Jon: Okay.
Fix. My anxiety is increasing.
Ana: Well... tomorrow don't ride a bicycle. I'll pick you up at 6:30.
Angie: Why?
Ana: I've obeyed.
Angie: An? Why?
Five minutes, ten minutes, an hour there is no sign that Ana will reply to my chat again. I'm getting upset.
Today's valuable lesson is that medicine for anxiety is easy and difficult, the proof is that after a day yesterday I felt down to level 15 but today it went away by itself. Replaced by the fiery spirit and optimism of a full tank.
We went to the district GOR with Mr. Pujo while the men's basketball group took a school trip.
"Anggi, this is lunch for you," said Ana as soon as we arrived at the GOR parking lot. Handed over the maroon lunch box, which I recognized was Jono's.
"Thank you," I answered and hurriedly left because Amad called to gather for an emergency meeting.
Even though there is still something I want to talk about with Ana regarding her attitude which has been feeling weird lately. Like Ana is reluctant to go home with me as usual, in class she is mostly silent or pretends to sleep, or keeps her distance from the trio of kibul which is very obvious. I suspect something is wrong and as usual Ana always keeps to herself. If he finally wanted to talk, it would be later when the problem was over. And at that time I felt there was no meaning as a friend to Ana. I feel useless.
"Anggi, today you can focus right?" Amad's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"You can."
"If that's the case... today you just throw away the worry that looks bad. Whatever your problem today, please don't use it as an excuse for not winning. Okay?" continued Amad emphasizing again.
"Ready," I said out loud.
In the next second, Amad re-explained the strategies and directions of Mr. Pujo at the meeting. I could only nod and listen to his explanation, which was more pleasant to hear and quickly entered my head than when Pak Pujo spoke.
I have to admit that Amad was cool as a partner in this mixed doubles match. He didn't let me slack for a second during the match. With great Amad was able to secure his position from the opponent's attack. And occasionally help my counterattack.
In terms of technique, there is no doubt that Amad is better than me everywhere. He should have a better partner than me, who is poor in knowledge and has little experience in competing. However, the school has entrusted the mandate to me so I can't just waste it. I have to fight until the last sweat and give my best, whatever the situation I am in now.
-TBC-