Don'T Call Me Pigy
Chapter 2

"Shopia, why is your hair falling apart like this?" ask the mother when Shopia arrives home. A worried look was clearly visible on the same dull face as her.

Shopia smiled, then chuckled to cover up the heart's sadness. There's no way she's gonna tell her mother what happened on campus.

"I'm not careful, Mom. I slipped on the toilet in a hurry, "Shopia said, putting on an adorable face.

The mother shook her head even though her heart wanted to go back to scouting Shopia with questions. He gently patted his son's shoulder, rubbing the messy hair.

"Yes already. Take a shower, next time you have to be careful." The gentle voice while advising Shopia sounded like a melodious song that was flowing and soothing.

Shopia nodded, stepping while clutching the books on the chest. Walk down, wipe the tears silently, and enter the room. In the doorway, the mother continued to watch the bongsor girl's back.

He knew something was going on with his son, but what was the force. He feared that Shopia would become more and more a subject of ridicule in the school when it appeared there.

"You have to be patient, baby." Can only mumble while enduring the pain inside the chest. If Shopia's father still existed and took responsibility, maybe their lives wouldn't be as difficult as they are now.

Honey, the man went and chose another woman just because he wanted to live a good life. Left him and Shopia who was about to graduate from elementary school. He shook his head, dismissing all the memories of the man who once sowed love and hate in his heart.

Preparing a meal for Shopia always manages to distract her from the pain of being abandoned.

"That guy's no good to you, trust me." The warning from the mother, Shopia's grandmother, always ringed in her ears when she remembered him.

"Mom's right, he's a bad guy for me. He left because he couldn't live poor with me, but regretting is useless now. Maybe it's my fate like this." It was always that sentence that came to mind to comfort the state of his heart.

He began to mix vegetables, fish, and others that were bought after being tired of selling. Most importantly for him, Shopia could eat and attend school. Occasionally will wipe away tears even though lips carve a smile. The joy and happiness of Shopia when eating his food becomes a solace drug.

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The next day, Shopia left for college after helping her mother prepare a sale. As if nothing had ever happened, he left cheerfully. Meet Eli, his best friend. Play, chat, and eat together. Only the short-haired girl wanted to be his friend.

However, Shopia sighed in disappointment when she arrived at the class and sat down, Eli never occupying his stool.

You're not in class anymore?

Shopia sent him a message.

No. gabe. I'm sorry, Shopia. I'm still not feeling well. Take care of yourself, don't do anything stupid 'cause I'm not there.

The reply sent by Eli made Shopia's lips smile bitterly.

Ja. Get well soon, I have no friends here.

Shopia closes the phone and puts it in her pocket. Sighing once more, looking down on the table. Classes are not too crowded. Remembering yesterday's incident, it feels like Shopia doesn't want to go to study. However, when he remembered the face of the middle-aged woman in his house, everything that happened was nothing.

The sound of a familiar step made Shopia's body stiffen by itself. Not daring to lift his face, holding a gurgle in his chest. He clenched his hands, preparing to receive the harsh treatment they often did.

"Good morning!"

Shopia let out a sigh of relief as the voice of the lecturer preceded their action. Alisa and her friend let out a disappointed sigh, then sat down on their bench. Glancing cynically at Shopia who did not understand his presence. The lesson began, Shopia was so diligent about what their lecturer gave them.

"Tomi? This time what's your excuse?" The lecturer crossed his chest, casting an intimidating look at the college idol.

The adoring look that the girls put on in class made Tomi a haughty figure. Feeling above the clouds, and always being defiant.

"Street's jammed, sir." He blinked one eye as he looked at Alisa. One distant kiss became a reply, making Shopia discouraged.

The lush-bodied girl lowered her head, turning her attention to the book in front. Finally, Tomi was free from the lecturer's slurs, walking slowly past Shopia, glancing at him for a while. Then, sit next to Alisa.

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When the break came, all the students went to the cafeteria. However, Shopia chose to go to the park because Eli was not with her. Open the bag, and eat quietly.

"If I were from the descendants of the rich, maybe their treatment would be different. Honey, even my dad left mom because he didn't want to live hard. How shiny!" shopia murmured when she remembered the day the father had gone so heartily.

Untasteful, Shopia closed back the provisions that had just eaten a little. Taking out a pencil and a book, channeling his hobby of drawing. On that occasion, he glanced onto the field imagining Tomi was playing.

With the lip line raised, Shopia began to incise line by line on the paper to form the shapely image of the idol. That was all he could do, harboring a sense of love without being able to express.

"Lis, take a look, while is Pigy there?" Alisa's group came out of the canteen not far from the park where Shopia was sitting drawing.

Without answering, Alisa brought her haughty steps closer to Shopia. Glancing while sneering, but instantly his heart slipped after seeing what Shopia had drawn. The capture of the book made Shopia squeal.

"Hey! What are you doing ... Alisa?" Shopia got up with a reddened face.

Alisa noticed the picture, so similar to Tomi. Glancing at Shopia with a hardened jaw, squeezing the image. He approached, without instructions to pull Shopia's hair firmly.

"I told you you should look in the mirror, Pigy! You don't deserve Tomi. In fact, not to admire even secretly." Alisa is bluffing right near Shopia's ear.

"Argh! Pain ... release, Alisa!" shopia groaned as she grimaced holding Alisa's powerful hand. His tears fell without command, repeating again.

Alisa threw her hand down making Shopia fall down. Then, he looked at the group of students who were shrouding the place. He held up the paper in his hand, showing it to all.

"You see! She secretly loves your idol. Painting his face with a feeling of love without knowing himself. He has no mirror, or he may not have a mirror. He'll only embarrass Tomi if it's constantly like this. Do you want our idol to be ashamed of being chased by this Pigy!" Alisa's voice was soaring.

Cheers for cheers made Shopia cry even more. Embarrassed, it was obvious he was so embarrassed that no one knew about his feelings for Tomi. In fact, the man himself.

Tomi snatched the paper, looking furiously at the painting of his face despite a slight admiration. His jaw hardened, squeezed the thing back and stared hard at Shopia.

"I don't know where you got your courage from so shamelessly loving me, but I don't blame you because almost all the students do admire me." A bit of hope seethed in Shopia's heart, she raised her face to look at Tomi with a feeling that.

"Everything except .. You are one. I wouldn't have a big admirer like b*bi. Aren't you reflecting? You're just gonna embarrass me. Stop here before I take any rude action against you!" threaten Tomi while throwing the paper at Shopia and passing away along with the hope that had arisen in his heart.

Shopia looked down again, but this time did not cry. He squeezed the grass until it pulled out a few strands. His heart was vengeful, a sense of awe turned to hate. He was embarrassed when the cheers of all the students re-echoed.

Alisa picked up the paper again, took out a lighter, and burned it with a laugh. The paper became ashes. Shopia looked at him with a pus, not sobbing even though water kept falling from the fertilizer.

I'll remember your treatment, I'll remember your faces. I'll remember everything!