Castes
Rahma's Jealousy

On a day at school. All seemed quiet there were only a few voices echoing from the classes. Teaching and learning time is still running before the lunch bell is rung.

"We're ending the presentation today. If there is a wrong word of apology," said Aya ended the presentation of his biology group.

The girl took back two glasses of germinated green bean seeds. Put it between the two thighs. Go back to the seat because their turn is done.

Dean rolled back the projector cable he had just finished using for the presentation. Meanwhile, Dea brought back the laptop to his bench. Rahma herself sat down.

"Good, I like the clear delivery of Aya." Ma'am Endang stood in front of the class. He holds a report belonging to Aya's group. Raise it up high so that all students can see it.

"If you want to present something make sure your tone is loud but not impressed with the snapping. Use the right vocabulary picker as well. The gesture you are using is also not to overdo it ...." All the students were speechless hearing Bu Endang speaking at length.

Bu Endang walked around the classroom. This makes all students more focused. They do not want to get a task, because soon there will be a Final Semester Assessment.

Do not imagine how stressed they are if there is a task when approaching PAS. Write material and still have to learn another lesson. Only genius disciples could do that.

Rahma who sat at the very front lost focus. He hated when again Aya who was praised. They are even in the same group. Why is he the only one being praised.

Bu Endang did not even glance at him at all during the presentation earlier. He also wanted to be noticed even though he realized he was not too active. Then it must be what, if he alone does not understand what it means.

The girl tightened her jaw for the second time. His face even reddened signifying pent-up emotions. He did not realize that Bu Endang was already beside him.

Pay attention to every movement of Rahma who only writes abstracts in books. The girl did not even reply when subtly called by Bu Endang.

"What is my lesson boring?" ask Bu Endang loudly.

"No ma'am" replied all MIPA 1 students except Rahma.

Brucks

Ms. Endang slammed the results of the report right on Rahma's desk. The girl was shocked from her seat. He bowed his head when he found out who the person who threw the report in front of his face was. He did not dare to look at Bu Endang.

"You trifle me to dare not pay attention when described?" ask Bu Endang.

Rahma did not answer and was still busy staring at the floor. The teacher asked the girl to sit down. Rahma according without a word.

"Open your book, record what I said," said Bu Endang referring to Rahma.

All the students there gulped in rough saliva. Rahma will get a task that they all avoid. But who cares, it's not them.

The girl opened her book. Holding a ballpoint pen awaits what Bu Endang ordered. Rahma had an instant bad feeling.

"Doing an experiment germinating green bean seeds and make a report in handwriting, then wrapped Neat Individually." Bu Endang tidied up the report that the students had gathered.

Rahma looked at her Biology teacher who had started to open the package book. Started to explain the new chapter. Instantly the girl's eyes reddened in annoyance.

The report should be handwritten and not typed. How could he possibly complete the report within two weeks that PAS will be conducted next Monday.

He turned his face behind where Aya was. If it wasn't for the girl, she wouldn't have gotten a task like this. Rahma clenched her hands tightly.

He looked forward again to watching Bu Endang before getting another task. Hold back the annoyance until the bel restirahag rang. Everyone is moving outside.

"Come to the cafeteria" a girl asked Rahma.

"First of all," said Rahma who was only embraced by her friend. The class was deserted, only he and Aya remained.

The girl opened her lunch. He was taken to the cafeteria by the twins. But he just rejected it.

Brakes

Rahma kicked through Aya's desk very hard. He grabbed the girl's hair in full force, making Aya look up. His little hand tried to reach Rahma's hand.

"Well, you have friends now? Seneng can already blend in with the entire class? You don't have gratitude, do you? You ... I already have everything I don't have. Why should you also take away my popularity?" Rahma's voice clamped down with tears.

"You're causing trouble for me. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten an extra assignment like this" the girl continued furiously. His voice rose to cause an echo in the empty classroom.

He was very envious and wanted to have everything Aya had. Why should he be born into a poor family? Why can't he have what he wants? Why should all be owned by a girl like Aya?

"What are you? I never wanted to be popular, and what do you mean by having it all?" arya asked stammeredly withstanding the pain from her scalp.

"You ... You ... Akh, I hate you?" Rahma lost consciousness until she threw Aya's head to the table.

He ran away from class. Aya herself held onto her forehead which felt dizzy. Fortunately, it did not make him bleed. He cried when he remembered what Rahma had said.

What he has and does not have by Rahma. Should the girl be the one who is jealous. See how Rahma can walk anywhere freely.

"Why am I comparing? I should still be thankful" Aya said without anyone answering. The girl wiped away the melted tears welling up on both cheeks.

The girl looked up and smiled smirkily. Man with his greed. They never were grateful for one day. Precisely that there are complaints and complaints that go out of the human mouth.

Aya did not even deny that she often forgot to be grateful for the blessings given by God to her. He still had Papa who financed the life of Aya, a good sister to him, added the understanding Nindia.

"Right, you just need to be grateful Aya. Don't be greedy and want more. Forget everything that hurt you, "monologist Aya.

The girl ate her lunch with a few drops of mischievous tears falling. Blowing and bribing food. So on until the food was washed out.

this story is just a fictitious essay, please do not do it in real life