MYS 11
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Especially if you have to remember what happened yesterday, it feels like you just want to kill yourself. Because my fad that suddenly appeared without notification made my mouth stop talking by asking for Jono's cellphone number, and resulted in a forced agreement that I had to buy his iPhone X for three hundred thousand rupiahs. In the end, I can only answer that I will discuss it with my parents first because I don't want to be suspected of being a cellphone thief.
"Mom...mom...can I tell you a story?"
"Yes, you can." replied the mother who was busy cutting onions.
"Here... there is Anggi's friend who wants to sell his cellphone and Anggi can pay for 300 thousand. Incidentally, Anggi's savings are enough. So it can be bought right?"
"What brand of the cellphone is it, why is it cheap?"
"Ugh... it's like an iPhone, he said." I squeaked anxiously. Praying in my heart, I hope my parents don't know the HP brand whose price is asking for prayer.
"Yes... if Anggi wants to buy it. But it can be used for the internet, right?"
"Can."
"Well, instead of Anggi, he keeps borrowing his mother's or father's cellphone to do his work, right."
"Really, okay?"
"Yes. After all, it's Anggi's savings, right. It's up to Anggi what he wants to do, as long as it's positive."
"Thank you, ma'am. You're beautiful." Honestly, I'm really happy to hear the green light from parents who usually walk a lot when negotiating.
"So... later there will be no event to stay at Ana's house because you don't have a device." said the father who suddenly came out of nowhere.
Hearing that, I felt a lightning strike in broad daylight, right in my head. Ruined the joy of my celebration for my mother's permission.
"Besides, I've never been given permission." I don't accept the protest. And, I feel like I've only asked for permission to stay once? It was also flatly rejected.
Dad was always like that. Usually, prohibit this without providing a definite solution.
Saturday afternoon, the school's indoor sports field, which is usually used for badminton practice, was still quiet. There were only a few boys who had come. There are two students in my class that I recognize as Andi and Amad. They will take part in the sub-district level competition in August as men's doubles partners.
There is something funny about Amad. His name is Muhammad Yusuf Al Fatih, the son of Rohis, but at school, he is called Amad. Why not with the nicknames Yusuf, Muham, Ahmad, or Fatih?
It's a shame that such a good name is called Amad. And to me, it feels like a mystery that one day I will have to find out and solve. If I'm not working, of course.
Because basically, I am the type of child who is always curious. Maximum curiosity about something that I think is strange, a mystery, suspicious and absurd in the logic of my brain. But strangely, I don't want to be curious about things like Korean boy bands, artist gossip, and so on that girls usually talk about at school. Or maybe I'm not in the category of a real girl?
Whatever.
I'm more interested in scientific things like how many stars are in the sky than useless things.
Me and everything attached to me is mine. It is a gift from God that I must protect with all my heart. So, I feel like I don't have to live by the standards that other people apply, right?
"Anggi, do you join badminton too?" said Andi, who knew that he was already near me.
"Yes. Feelings have also been met often. You don't have to be so surprised." I hissed amused myself to see Andi who pretended not to know. The basis of this one land crocodile there is only a trick mode.
Andi Munandar is a friend of the ambyar gang with Budiman. Almost every day they sing their national anthem from the godfather of broken hearts, namely Kebumen I Love You. They are very proud that the name Kebumen was made into a song by Master Didi Kempot.
What distinguishes Andi from other gang members is that he is visually better than Budi, who is black and curly, Stefie said for sure. For me, boys in the same class are all land crocodiles. There's just an opportunity to mod the five girls. Even if he said he was Aramis Knight's twin brother.
"Eh, yes. It's a problem. Your hair is a little short, Anggi, so you don't know it. Even though you have long hair like before."
"Yes, it will grow again later."
"I can't wait for that moment." chattered Andi with a smile full of meaning and eyes made as if I was a rare object. aliens. Living things are almost extinct and must be preserved properly.
"Thanks for waiting," I replied so uncomfortable that Andi stared at him like that.
"But not for long okay..."
"It depends on the nutritional intake that I eat, please."
"Why nutrition. That's not what I mean...."
"What?"
"Your answer, when are you ready to accept my love. I like you. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Andi said with a very clear intonation, slowly and almost like the spelling of elementary school children.
Damn this guy. The mode is severe pride.
"Wait another thousand years." I retorted, exasperated, wanting to crush his mouth on the toilet bowl in the rented bathroom which had lots of holes in the cement.
"It's neat, I'm Amad. But, there's Amad here. So, do you like Amad? Wow, you can't do that, Anggi..." Andi protested.
"What are you doing, Ndi. Are you getting sick again?" said Amad who did not accept his name being carried around. Menonyor Andi's arm using a racket.
"Really. Eh, does Rohis have a ruqyah team? I joked, punching Andi's shoulder with a racket.
"Yes. But it's not because you're possessed by a demon, Anggi. It's just that I ate the wrong thing this morning. The baby's porridge must have been eaten..." Amad said. He can joke too. I think the children of Rohis must be discussing not far from the Qur'an and Hadith.
"Watch out, Mad, if you become friends with friends," Andi said pretending to be threatening.
"Most of them watch soap operas, Andi," replied Amad then left because many seniors had come.
Not long after, the coach came. Give instructions to warm up, divide us into several teams and read aloud to the children who have to take part in the competition.
I got the women's singles and mixed doubles categories with partner Amad. This of course made Andi protest loudly to the coach and ask to replace Amad with himself as my partner.
It's not that I feel proud because Andi is fussing like that, but I'm really ashamed to use it. I wonder why there is a strange creature in the form of a guy named Andi Munandar. Even Amad gave up by giving up his position as my partner if he had to, but the coach refused because of Andi's illogical reasons. That is jealousy.
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