I Am Not Cruel Girl
A Fish
“But want you to answer honestly, actually you take a non Yara sweater trus pour drinking water to the letter of obligation Mr Gibran?” Ami looked at the girl in front of him sharply. Sekar just remained silent while looking down, busy twisting his fingernails on his lap.
“Jawab!” press Ami. Sekar who was sitting on the bed just shook his head.
“E-will, Buk. Non Yara lied!” he bit his lower lip.
“Mom still can't believe it! Non Yara can't lie to Mr Gibran! All this time you always take secretly the property of non Yara, and who returned the goods during this time Ibuk! You think Ibuk doesn't know?!”
“Ya .. yes .... I usually take wong's stuff just pinjem, ta-but if the pink sweater let alone pour a drink into su-letter it's endak! Not me!” lying Sekar still tight while looking down. Actually, his heart was racing fast at this time with sweat filling his palms.
“Look at me again, Nduk!” Ami grabs the girl's chin with her anger. All the answers that Sekar gave felt unconvincing to him. “You lied to me!”
Sekar's eyes turned red when he looked at Ami's eyes full of emotion. He doesn't like his mother like this. When her mother always just cornered her just to defend that fucking Yara. His mother always reminded him that they were just servants in this house. Sekar does not like to be considered as a maid child despite the fact that it is like that. Just once, Sekar wanted to become a mistress.
“Yes! I lied! I'm satisfied?!” She stood up from her seat, glaring at her mother. “Why anyway, Buk? All this time Yara always got what she wanted, why did I end it?! Can't I get that Yara dapetin too?! Ibuk always said, we have to be fair with others. But God is never fair! He loves Yara everything, not the same Sekar! I don't like being a maid, I want to be beautiful and have Yara's stuff! I want to date a rich man!”
Hearing that, Ami's eyes glazed over as if in disbelief. During this time he considered Sekar as a good child, still willing to accept his condition. All this time he always tried, working as hard as possible to please his daughter. In fact Sekar is not that happy.
“I stole that sweater because I like it! I used to go to Mr. Gibran's room just wondering what it's like to get into a fancy room! I'm wearing a swater because there's a head covering, so no one knows! I accidentally spilled the drink into his letter and I took it away so I wouldn't get caught! When Mr. Gibran accused Yara, I put him in his room Yara didn't have a search in the maid's room! Mommy should be grateful I've saved Ibuk—“'s work
Plaque! Not wanting to hear Sekar's words again, Ami immediately slapped his son to the floor. The woman's tears had already flowed down her cheeks. “Shut up! Silence ..!” he shouted while regressing his steps and then fell on the floor with a great sob. He really did not believe what Sekar said just now. She felt she was the dumbest mother in the world.
Whahuh? What is the nickname for his son now? A criminal ‘kah for eliminating two hundred billion money belonging to a conglomerate? A sinner for slandering others until they are tortured and wretched?
“Astagfirullahaladzi ... Astagfirullahaladzim ... Astagfirullahaladzim!” he said many times with a cry that never stopped.
Sekar remained still in place while holding his hot cheek. His eyes began to look on her, not out of regret, but out of hate. He hated Yara. Because of Yara, her cheek that she tried to take care of was slapped by her mother's dirty hands. Because of Yara, her mother cornered her. Clenching his hands. He hates Yara. Really hate it now.
Look at me, Ra, I'll give you back! I'll do you shit!
***
This morning, Yara walked down the corridor with Eliot. Throwing each other a joke with the guy. Some passersby just stared at them, some greeted Eliot lightly, there were also guys who patted Eliot on the shoulder because it was so friendly Eliot.
Yara watched the horde of Genia that flashed before her. They just stared at Yara, not interested in making trouble anymore. Yara just shrugged her shoulders. Since he was close to Eliot, somehow all those who used to look at him hate and fear now become mediocre, not reluctant first. Although only partially, but Yara is grateful for that.
So does Genia. For some reason, the girl now seemed to not dare just to approach him.
“Let's be so ‘can I watch a concert?” asked Eliot who Yara was referring to.
“Gue already ready dresscode time is not so anyway!”
“Don't forget to prepare your good voice, so that the artist notes lo and ngajak lo sing to the stage!”
“Bold huh now pinch-cubit arm?”
“Lo usually also dare pinch-pinch my nose!”
Eliot pinches Yara's nose and pulls her as if Yara's nose is a playable toy.
“Apaan hell lo! It hurts! Ih!” Yara hits the guy's hand, while Eliot just laughs and ruffles her hair.
All that Ezio could see when Ezio crossed paths with the two. At first, Ezio still hoped Yara would greet him. In fact no, the girl only glanced at him a glance before her attention returned to Eliot. Ezio just smiled blandly looking at it.
“Can I not now I sing the song ‘should I be there’?” chirps of Arion that suddenly appeared next to him. When he saw Ezio was watching the togetherness of Yara and Eliot.
Ezio turned to Arion, snorting in annoyance before finally leaving.
***
“So sin 120 degrees iru is equal to sin ninety degrees plus thirty degrees, well positive cos 30 degrees it is equal to one-two roots three. Gitu.” After Eliot explained that, Yara nodded.
“Paham?”
“Nggak.”
“Trus, what's ngokent?” wonder Eliot. From now on he had been difficult to explain but Yara with an innocent expression replied no.
“Yes no papa, just ngokguk doang. Can't time?” Yara shakes her shoulders.
“You want me to repeat again?” bargain Eliot. If counted, this was the eleventh time he explained the same thing to Yara. However, Yara honestly always answered not understanding.
“Now what makes you not understand?”
Yara looked at the book seriously. “This why can dapet 90 equal 30 degrees from where?”
“And I told you sin 120 is in quadrant two, Ra. So if 90 + 30 it's 120.” Eliot looked at the silent Yara. Despite the confusion, the girl was still beautiful.
“Sorry yes, El. I'm trying to understand. I am a fool.” Yara smiled faintly while exhaling. Every day he always asked Eliot to teach him mathematics in the library, every night he learned anything about mathematics because he said the math whiz could only be considered smart, but if it doesn't mean he's stupid. In fact, no matter how hard Yara tries, it's all free.
Eliot just smiled faintly. “Lo know, Ra? You don't have to do something you don't like. Everyone has their own skills. Eistein once said, every child is a genius, but if we measure a fish by the way he climbs a tree, that fish will feel the stupidest in the world.”
***