I'm Just a Figurant
Ch 2 - First Address

He borrowed my type-X. Wanted

I think I'm museumin' it. That thing touched his hand. Taste

I still can't believe the guy wants to talk to me.

"Where are you from Junior High? Coco

I've never looked at you?"

"Eh, um...Uh..." I

bewildered. The words I want to say cannot come out. But that man only

I'm asking a general question, which everyone can answer.

"You're not from Junior X?

(Calling Junior High in my city). I shook my head. "Oh deserved

I've never seen you. We come from different Junior High." I

nodding his head, like a buffalo that is in the middle of matching his nose.

"Know Me Alex. Who

your name?"

"Eh eum's..." My tongue

still kelu. I want to condemn my own stupidity.

"Hey, I made you not

delicious huh? I won't bother you anymore. Thanks for the typeX." Men

it turned back to the front.

I want to put my hand out.

Clap that shoulder to face me. But of course it's only in

just wishful thinking. I'm too cowardly to do it.

For the next few days,

he really ignored me. It seems like she forgot that I am a girl

the back of his chair. I'm resigned. Again I can only stare

his back.

It's okay he ignored me.

At least I can still stare at his back.

This incident lasted for

few months. Finally came during the exam. FYI (For Your Information),

my class consists of 40 people. And the sitting arrangement in the exam is in accordance with

massage number in absent.

Maybe luck is

sided with me. Again he sat in front of my bench. How strange. Her name

it starts with the letter "A", while my name is the letter "K",

how could our seats be close like this? Ah, again I

I think God is very good to me. God knows I can't have it, though,

so God tried to make it easier for me to look at him.

Back to exam day. Day

the first exam there are 2 subjects, namely biology and physics. For matpel

biology, I can handle it because basically I love a matpel. In order to

second matpel, I'm dead flea. I hate math, physics and chemistry. I

I've learned desperately, but this little brain of mine can't

absorbing it. This time too.

I almost cried reading

things I don't know the answer to. I want to count the numbers

buttoned up my shirt and wrote the answer. In the midst of my despair, men are 99%

turn towards me.

"You're done?"

tanyakanya. I shook my head with my eyes. She smiled

little one sees me so pitiful. Not a smile of ridicule, just a smile

just funny. He's back facing forward. I breathe heavily.

Hah, definitely the semester exam time

this I'll get the lowest score again. I thought with sadness.

Five minutes passed. Suddenly

without turning around, the man stuck out his hand. Gave me a small piece of paper.

I was wondering, what is the content of the paper?

With a thumping heart, I

unlock it. My eyes immediately widened as soon as I saw the answer on the paper.

The man wrote the numbers 1-50. And almost all of those numbers are filled in. Maybe only

there are 3-4 numbers that have not been filled. Below it is a note: which has not been filled in,

I don't know the answer.

Huh huh? This guy is serious

giving cheats? Is this not a trap? What exactly is the purpose?

My brain thinks, but I don't find an answer. I finally resigned. I

write down all the answers he gave. I just wish the guy hadn't

framed me.

The exam time is over. All

answer sheets must be collected. While passing by the man, I

stared at him. The man smiled sweetly. It melts like seeing it

smile like that.

I wrote on a small piece of paper. Doubtfully I'm shuffling his shoulders.

She's looking. I quickly gave the paper and ran out of it

chamber. I'm so embarrassed. The content of the paper was actually very simple, only

thanksgiving. But I can't see him reading it.

The days continue. Him

being consistent helps me. Especially in the three lessons I couldn't afford

ahold. Over time, I began to talk to him.

"Whose name?"

tanyakanya.

"I'm-i'm Khansa..."

"Where are you from Junior High?"

"SMP X." (The SMP

not famous and located in the suburbs)

"Where's that?" tannya

bewildered. Naturally he did not know the SMP I called. Indeed I am from

SMP is not famous.

I'm trying to explain

as best I can. He nodded, whether he understood it or not.

"You're alone or there

another friend?"

"I'm alone..."

"Oh.just fine."

"Why-deservedly?"

"You always look

by himself." he said muttering.

"Lex, let's go to the cafeteria."

Suddenly a group of Alex's friends arrive. Forcing Alex to follow them.

Alex went with them. Leaving me back alone.

I put my hand on

tabletop. Make it a cushion. My stomach is hungry, but I'm trying to

hold it. I hope by sleeping in the break hours, will delay

my hungry.

If anyone is wondering,

why don't I just go to the cafeteria and buy some food? The answer is of course

because I don't have any money. I go to school sometimes riding a bike, but

more among my father who is a profession as a freight driver.

Actually, after his death

My mother, I replaced her position in household affairs. I wake up

dawn for cooking, washing clothes, washing dishes, uniform irons and bathing

my sister is still in 2nd grade. Because of my routine in the morning, no

I rarely get a chance to have breakfast. By noon my stomach will be

I feel hungry, just like I did this afternoon.

I just wish I could

home soon. I want to eat a lot. Suddenly the smell of food stinks

my nose. I looked for the source of the smell.

Apparently someone brought

food into class. I inhaled the smell for a long time. Expect with

doing something like that will drive away my hunger.

My stomach is sounding louder.

Signs increasingly struggling to fill the food. I turned my face away. Returnees

put my face on the table. My tears suddenly flowed.

"If Mother had not

die, I will definitely not starve like this. Mom would definitely

bring me provisions. Cooking, washing and taking care of my sister for me.

Suppose..." Hah, too many swipes in my life. I miss

my mum. I really miss him. And I'm crying.

A very uncool story. From

a 15 year old boy. Sometimes I wonder if my life will be

be different if I was born a rich boy?

But thoughts like that

cuticle. I should be grateful. Still given a father who

responsible and cute little sister.

Sometimes I feel funny

myself. How can I think of the problem of love when in the affairs of the stomach I still

not full?

Love is far from

my grasp. But in my little heart, I really hope that love comes

to me.

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