GHIFARI ~ RADITE ~ GHIBRAN
THE GATHBIYYA CHALLENGE
“Why are you going here?” ghaylan asked Gathbiyya, whose break came to her class.
“Nnothing, indeed I can not see my own sister class?” asked the eight-year-old girl while looking around. Gathbiyya noticed the third grade where Ghaylan was studying.
“While only, you will never come here,” reply the sister.
“Just want to know what the hell people can bully you. Where is the person and what is his name?” Gathbiyya. If it had been like this Ghaylan did not dare to refuse. He had to answer so that Gathbiyya would not get angry any more.
“That's the frying in front of the blackboard. Khairudin his name,” replied Ghaylan.
Gathbiyya immediately approached Khairudin
“I heard you're a smart kid huh, dare bully all your classmates! Try to answer my question,” said Gathbiyya as she wrote down the math assignment for Ghaylan's class level.
“I'll give you ten minutes from now. Because actually three minutes can I finish,” said Gathbiyya. Some friends who were in the classroom at that time of course saw and heard all and they finally approached the front of the class.
“Cemen if you do not dare to accept the challenge of the little girl,” said a student in the class.
“Eh she's female and her twin Ghaylan, but she's already in 5th grade you know,” obviously other students.
“That mattered they were the same time with us right?”
“Ngot for the rest of the time either. He is younger than us,” said another.
“Have known that I am smaller than you, who can break this? Losing time with a child. This is material for your class not for my class,” said Gathbiyya arrogantly. He sat in a chair waiting for who could solve the problem.
“Khairudin, you said my father was just what a messenger right? The time you can't solve the problem of a messenger boy like me?” said Gathbiyya cynically,
“The whole kok use sports cars,” words that often see Adit using sports cars.
“The name of the errand boy is just a driver. He could have brought his lady car, right?” reply Gathbiyya.
“My father was a messenger boy, but we were happy, because my father was a priest in the family. We prayed together, ate together and all must have heard the advice of my father when we were going to sleep. If you do not have a father do not need to leave and say our father was a messenger. You guys who dare to say that my father faced me first,” Gathbiyya said as she walked towards the exit of the room. But at the door he turned back.
“Oh yes congratulations yes you guys apparently no one as smart as Ghaylan. Try Ghaylan to do that,” pinta Gathbiyya.
Ghaylan also worked on the matter calmly. Five minutes he can finish the count that has not been given by their class teacher.
“Of course Ghaylan can, you already told me earlier at home,” another mock.
“Where might I tell Ghaylan at home. About that I cheat from the worksheet that will be given by your teacher soon really,” said Gathbiyya. Now he really left the room.
Ghaylan's friends do not believe that the matter was indeed taken from Mr. Johan who will teach them after this.
Khairudin was silent, he could not believe that the twin brothers from Ghaylan were so smart and the words were so painful. Because like Gathbiyya said he doesn't have Papa.
His handsome young father is great in the office but does not know him at all! Even talk can be counted in one month how many times. That's what makes Khairudin want to bully his friends who have papa because he does not have that figure in the house.