I'm the Forgotten One
Just Make Shame.

Agatha opened her car door and set foot on the ground covered in shiny black asphalt. “Mey, let's get down!” take him to Memey who is still loyal to sit in the car. Unexpectedly, Memey even ignored his words. Memey closed his eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the atmosphere in Agatha's car. “Hmmm, adem once. It does not feel willing to get off this car,” said Memey who can be heard by Agatha.

Agatha could only roll her eyes to see what Memey's behavior was or was ridiculous. “What school do you want to sleep in my car anyway?” ask Agatha.

Memey smiled at Agatha. “Why is your car so comfortable anyway? If only this car fit for one class, of course I invite our teachers and classmates to study here,” said Memey patted the car seat. His eyes looked around the car with astonished looks.

“Campret dah lo. Why not hire a bus so you no longer study in class?” chirps Agatha.

“Loh, why so bring a bus tour, anyway?” ask Memey confused. “We want to travel?”

“Jeez, Memey. He said he wanted to study in the car? That's why I told you to rent a bus.” Agatha left Memey who still looked confused.

“Hei! Wait ih.” In a hurry, Memey opened the car door and went down to catch Agatha.

Www! The sound of Agatha's car when it's locked. Memey who was still close to the car, almost jumpalitan because of shock to hear it. Agatha almost laughed at Memey's silliness. “Buset by ah. Lo make my heart almost dislodged, you know?” memey said as he approached Agatha.

“Lo is a tacky one.” Agatha immediately rushed into the corridor of her school which was immediately overtaken by Memey from behind. While walking down the school corridor, Agatha still remembered the moment they reached the parking lot. In his heart kept asking who the person that Welson bonceng. According to what he knew, Welson went to school always alone and not usually like this morning. Agatha's pace grew so fast that Memey painstakingly followed in her footsteps. “Pelan-pelan dong street. I am tired of chasing you. I could have fainted because of lo,” grumbled Memey.

Agatha also slowed her steps so that Memey could align with her. “Over time very much lo jala,” Agatha said when Memey was aligned with her. “Come quickly!”

Fearing that his steps would be missed by Agatha, Memey quickly grabbed Agatha's backpack perfectly. They are now like cows with herdsmen. Right in front of them at the end of the corridor before the access stairs to the top floor, his eyes quickly saw such a pleasant scene. Agatha again saw Welson joining hands with the person she was screwing. Agatha could not recognize who it was because she had her head covered with a jacket. Agatha halted her steps for a moment until Memey crashed behind her. “Auwww! Why stop suddenly?” memey asked by wiping his forehead which hit Agatha's backpack.

“Tuh! Try to see the one in front?” point Agatha forward. Memey followed Agatha's hand, but he was confused because all he saw was a ladder. “That's a ladder. What's up with the stairs?” meey asked, his forehead wrinkled.

Agatha patted Memey softly on the forehead because her eyes were not observant. “Not that. But the one after the stairs.”

“People join forces? That's what lo?” means ask Memey again.

“Yes is. What else?” grunts Agatha upset.

“Yes who knows there's a handsome guy passing by. Hahaha.” Memey laughed crisply. Agatha then continued her move leaving Memey.

“Etdah. Doyan very playful like that,” mumbled Memey, “Tha, waitin!”

Memey caught up with Agatha who had gone before him again, until in the second step, he crashed into his homeroom teacher, Mr. Matias. Mr. Matias almost bounced if not directly supported on the wall beside him. “Buskey! Who else is this culprit?” grumbled Mr. Matias trying to hold his body so as not to daze. After grumbling, Mr. Matias picked up the books he had brought. The books fell and scattered on the floor. “Udah nabrak not even responsible. Value let be given 4 only let you know the taste.”

Hearing the last words of Mr. Matias, Memey finally helped his homeroom teacher pick up the books. “Pak, forgive me. I accidentally hit my father. I swear to God, I was completely unintentional. Don't give me a bad grade, sir. Please!” said Memey who was like being chased by a hen, until Mr. Matias closed both ears.

Mr. Matias again grumbled and let Memey with his activity pick up books. “Gosh this one student. Nyerocos is already a radio broadcaster only.” Memey could hear the homeroom of his homeroom class, and he turned to his side. “Wahhh. Great yes, sir. It turns out you cheated. You even feel good to let me pick up this book by myself. Really too!” his mouth continued to babble with his hands fixed on the book. The book he had picked up he threw again on the floor.

“Who hit me?” ask Mr. Matias.

“I, Sir!” replied Memey loudly.

“Whose horse?” ask Mr. Matias again.

“Ya the books of the Father. The proof is that they are scattered on the floor.”

“Whose books are those?” Mr. Matias pointed at the expanse of books on the floor.

“So the victim wasn't just his book, was he?”

“The corals are only books. You are not a victim. If you are also a victim, you should roll here.” Memey groped the floor gesturing to Mr. Matias.

“Can be so, yes?” said Mr. Matias astonished.

“Yes is. How about Mr Matias who is handsome?” asked Memey with great emphasis.

“Wah. You are a good student of my father. Then, pick up all his books.” Mr. Matias smiled, putting on a handsome face.

Memey did not think to his homeroom teacher who praised him well, but instead punished him with the punishment of picking up all the books scattered on the floor, which was also his fault. “Jeez, Father. Is it not reversed, huh? You should have given me a plus because I praised you handsome.”

Matias laughed at Memey's words. “Hahaha. You're so funny. Yasudah, you will consider your value later. You understand?”

“Ish, sucks. Fortunately, it's good looking, try ugly. Already I chopped into beef food,” grumbled Memey slowly while continuing to pick up books. But his words can be heard by Mr. Matthias clearly.

“What did you say?” ask Mr. Matias to investigate.

“I didn't say anything, Sir. Maybe you heard wrong!” memey. “Aduh, why are his ears so observant? May Mr. Matias not hear,” his grunts in heart.

“Quick finish!” mr. Matias' orders. “In the meantime we're in class!”

“Good, Sir. One more book,” he replied. Memey stood up when his task of picking up books was over. “This, Sir!” Memey handed the books to Mr. Matias.

Yes, Mr. Matias was one of the youngest male teachers at the school. He has been teaching at the school for almost a year. He is now only 28 years old. He had an ideal body structure, slightly curly hair, and had a pure white skin. He was also greatly admired by the female students at his school.

While not far from Memey and Mr. Matias, Agatha attempted to follow Welson. Until in the end, Agatha was unable to hold back her emotions of seeing the person in front of her. The longer it looks so friendly. Agatha increased the volume of her steps to get closer to them. With a sudden action, Agatha pulled Welson's arm so hard that the one with the arm looked back. “Ooh, so gini your behavior behind me..” said Agatha hanging after seeing the person she assaulted.

The man was astonished. “Sorry, what does it mean, yes, sister?” ask the student (a classmate of Agatha).

Agatha was seen enduring her embarrassment half-dead. Scratching his nape, but not feeling itchy. Tidying up his clothes, but still neat, not disheveled. “Hehe. Sorry, yes. I'm wrong people. I think Welson,” he said. “Once again, I am sorry.” Agatha passed away with a flushed face in embarrassment. The class sister he attacked just shook his head and smiled.

The class XII IPA.

“Duh, make it a shame. What dream last night to not focus like gini?” Agatha grumbled, passing her chatting friends waiting for the teacher to enter.

“Why are you, baby? Early in the morning I already ngomel that, anyway?” ask Welson.

Without answering, Agatha reached into her pocket phone and grabbed her headset. Her other friends were also confused by Agatha's behavior this morning. Before long they wondered to each other, Memey appeared from the outside by stomping his legs in annoyance. “Sial, shit, shit. Why so annoying anyway?” memey. With a step that was deliberately demonstrated like a robot, Memey approached his friends who were already sitting. Dirgo slowly stared at the faces of Memey and Agatha in turn. “You two why?” ask Dirgo, “kok on a pout?”

“Gue again same sprain Mr. Matias!” his friends were shocked to hear Memey's words.

To be continued....