Football System: Classic Number 10
Episode 12: Life at School (Part 2)
It did not feel like it had been almost a week I had attended High School 1 Mining. There are quite a lot of things that I went through at school, ranging from lessons that can make headaches to the behavior of my classmates who are very absurd.
I was quite welcome in this new environment, other than Derry and Salma I also made friends with other friends, but only those two often spent time with me. Especially for Salma, because we always bring supplies to school so we always eat lunch together and sometimes I have to help Salma to spend his own provisions.
Now I also start thinking about what club I will join if later I really did not pass the selection and because I was too busy thinking about it, he said, I did not see a whiteboard eraser flying towards me.
"Rizaldi out!" my friends tried to warn me but it was too late, my face was blackened by the blackboard eraser.
They laughed at me and I just smiled, I went out to the nearest sink to remove the black stain on my face. I let the cold water touch my skin and wash my pores clean, and then I was about to go back to class with my face still wet.
But it turns out that there was Salma waiting for me to turn around, I was always surprised by this ability. I even had time to think that Salma had learned martial techniques from a ninja and ended up applying his teachings at night with a different identity, ah forget it was just an obscure shadow of me.
Without saying much, Salma gave me a small towel to sweep my still wet face, I accepted the offer gladly. "Sorry!" I said before using the little towel.
"Don't hesitate" he replied briefly, and more thrust the little towel at me.
I gladly accepted, I swept every inch of my face with a soft and fragrant towel, her fragrance was the same as Salma's body whenever she brought her body closer to me either when we were chatting or when she asked me a lesson she didn't understand.
The fragrance was like the fragrance of the lily of the valley, extremely graceful and dazzling. It fits perfectly with her graceful and charming personality, although sometimes she also often acts strange to upset me, but that is what I like about her. But not like because of love, this is just a kind of like to be friends with him.
But if I can express my true feelings, sometimes there is a turmoil that I do not understand what it is every time I am with Salma, even if it is just chatting as usual. I who had never felt what it was so a little confused by this strange feeling, yet I tried to ignore it for now.
"We have sports lessons, right?" I tried to find the topic because it had been a while of silence attacked both of us and the situation was very torturous.
"Yes, today we will learn what sport yes"
"If you could choose, Salma would choose what sport?"
"I? I might want to play ball"
I want to answer 'like it!' with a firm voice like an army and shout the name of the player I like and make a role model that is Ward Prowse. But I said it because I realized, Salma would not understand and I better answer as if. "Yes like it" that way.
Salma nodded softly in response, she looked like she wanted to say something again but already the next lesson bell rang. His face was annoyed because in between the bells, I could only laugh.
"There is no need to frown so" I said. "We can still talk while walking to class right"
He was still pouting but he seemed to be following what I said earlier. We both ended up going to class because our next lesson was a sports lesson so we had to go back to class to pick up our sportswear.
By the time we got to class, there were no other children left, I think they were already on the field first.
Because of that, I prefer to change clothes in class alone rather than having to go to the toilet again. I took off all my uniforms shamelessly, but without realizing there was still Salma who turned out to remain in class and did not go to the bathroom to change clothes.
I wasn't too shy about still wearing football pants and quickly pulled my pants and put on her shirt, and then I asked why Salma was still in class.
"I'm lazy to go to the bathroom, I want to change clothes here" A statement that could have made people's ears immediately fixed and focused to one point. I immediately protested and still told Salma to go to the bathroom, but she remained strong with her stance.
"I change clothes in the back there, Rizaldi cover me with your body but don't look back!" Salma ruled and I couldn't comment anymore.
I obeyed what Salma said, I turned my back to Salma to cover her body, afraid that someone would suddenly step into the classroom and find this very puzzling sight. I tried not to turn away even though there was a very strong urge affecting me, and I was surprised by the pinch from Salma. Turns out he's done changing clothes.
"You're looking, right?" Salma asked the obvious the answer, of course not! Although I admit, the corner of my eye had caught a considerable asset owned by Salma.
Salma knows my mind like a supreme psychic. He immediately pulled my nose that was quite sharp upward, it hurt so much. "Rizaldi Fatah is a pervert!" he said he left me to go to the field.
I followed his steps behind, stroking my nose that was pulled by Salma earlier. Although he did that but somehow I was quite happy with the different nature Salma showed me today, he even smiled at me while near the direction door towards the field.
Without me noticing, the events of that day were a step towards forming our stronger bond in the future and this incident I will always remember until the day I will forget everything.