Chapter 3
Dinner session with my beloved brother.
Silence...…
Lonely.....
Argkkkkkkkkkkkk....
"Thaqif is only your friend?" A sudden question.
"Yes."
"I know you lied to me, so I'll pretend I don't know."
I was a little surprised to hear it. Does he already know I haven't been to school all this time? Ah that's it. Why am I worried about that? I better continue enjoying the food.
"I know you cheated on me, so I'll pretend I don't know."
STUCK!
I woke up rudely.
"Why repeat again ?"
He was silent and I will answer my own questions.
"You want I remember what you said, Okay fine, I will remember in my brain and my heart. Happy?''
He still silent.
"Don't forget to eat that rice, I will keep your reminder." I said to my brother before walking away.
...…..
The next morning we wake up early, pray for breakfast and my brother will send us to school.
And it's true that we went to school early, at 6:40 a.m. we were already standing in front of the classroom door, but what's even more wow is that we remember we were among the first students to arrive but dear...
We not late but we last student arrived at school. This is because the others are already sitting at their own place and study . Only study.
Wow! Wow!
After being stunned by what happened, we sat down and took our seats. And then the class leader approached us. He handed out yesterday's exercise book and spoke dispassionately to us.
"30/4000. Make a correction.'' He spoke to deliver the task to us before walking away.
And we are blah blah and blah. What does he think we will act according to his instructions. Alright, alright. It doesn't matter, what's wrong if we try to make a question seriously. I turned my body back to ask Atif something, however
He's gone.
The seat is empty.
I looked at Thaqif and Thaqif also did the same thing. He also looked at me.
"Hey, is Atif sick? He is not present.'' I tried to talk to the person in front of me and as usual I was ignored. And this time someone came in. We remind those of us who are late, apparently someone are even late. We are watching the student. Her different outfit from the others caught our attention. He was wearing a black hoodie instead of a school uniform. How dare he break the rules. We watched his steps and his steps ended at Atif's place. He sat in Atif's place?
"Hey friend, that's someone else's place.'' Thaqif spoke and unfortunately he was left out just like that. Indeed, this is the national library, so it has to be silent and not speak.
"When Atif coming you should go out, that's his place." Thaqif spoke again.
"He won't come.'' Someone spoke and you guys know he was the person sitting in front of me who ignored me twice. Finally he opened his mouth too.
Wait the minute?
He not come?
"How do you know?" I ask my question and suddenly a teacher entered this classroom.
"What's your name new student?"
The student wearing the hoodie stood up. Is he a new student? He should act like he has no shame. His attitude makes my tongue roll. Doesn't sound like it always does.
Ah that's it. Why am I writing this poem?
Now the student stands up and introduces himself. Suddenly feeling impatient to get to know the new student even though he was a bit impolite earlier.
"Atif."
Huh?
Same name.
"Position?" The teacher asked.
"Five."
What happen actually?
Position?
For what?
I dizzy now. I looked back at that student but as usual I was ignored. Is this a quiet, quiet, self-locked.