It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 02: New Students

Tomorrow morning.

Lots of dirty dishes that accumulate in the dishwasher. I just came out of the room and went straight to the kitchen, immediately put on a sullen face while writhing the pile of dishes. Confused, what activities should I do first, make breakfast or wash dishes first. When my stomach rang, that was when I decided to make breakfast.

I lived alone in my late grandmother's house since I was in 1st grade of High School, or about a year ago. Because my parents are busy with their work and rarely come home, I finally along with my sister asked to stay here so that my family home can be in contrakin. Not bad, can make additional income.

Stepping closer to the refrigerator, my brain thought about cooking instant noodles mixed with eggs and mustard leaves overnight.  I peeked at the refrigerator, stared into it, lamenting its meager contents. I squirm it turns out there are still mustard and eggs, I smiled before taking it.

Noodles, mustard leaves and eggs I put on the table in a row. I started chopping mustard leaves on the cutting board, then peeled the packaged noodle spices and mixed them into a bowl. I then filled the pot with enough water, putting it on the stove. When the water is boiling, I put noodles in it.

Half an hour seven. This morning it was bright, sunlight entering through the open window of the living room. Sitting on the sofa while eating instant noodles, I watched the news on TV that broadcast news about the earthquake that occurred outside the province. It's about 700 kilometers from my place, so it's safe. The magnitude 5.6 earthquake destroyed many buildings and claimed many lives.

After breakfast, I was ready to go to school. I locked the door of the house, tidied up the OSIS uniform I wore and started to walk away with a slight feeling of maleness that stuck in the body.

Just came out of the gate of the house, suddenly there was a postman who stopped in front of my house. “kak Riyan, yes?” ask the postman without getting off his bike.

I nodded.

The postman continued to give me the white mail envelope, “This is sis, there is a letter for sister.” Continue with a smile and immediately gas.

I cringed the white envelope I was holding for a few seconds before walking. My sister who is in college outside the city sent me a letter at will, really an old-fashioned way to connect long-distance communication. In fact, today there are many social media that can be used to communicate, do not know why he even sent a letter. I took the HP from the bottom of the OSIS pants, took a picture of a letter that I had not taken out of the envelope, then I sent the photo to my sister via WhatsApps without writing any message, just sent a photo. Before I finally threw out the letter. Not important, most content about him who is on vacation or tell me to nurse myself and forbid me to maling money SPP.

Walking by the highway to school in the morning seemed perplexing for me who like to rarely find things that make me happy. Wiggling a watch that shows six o'clock more than forty-five minutes, I can still calm down and no worries late in. Lucky enough to live in a house that is close to the school.

All around, there are also children who one school with me is traveling to school, some are riding motorcycles, some are walking. The adults who go to work are also quite a lot. The road beside me is also quite crowded with vehicles, this morning the city of Perica feels quite productive as usual.

The serrated sound of the bicycle chain as well as the rolling tires on the asphalt were heard on the left, making me turn to the source of the sound.

“For bro!” While riding a pink CTB Jieyang bike, I greeted each of me excitedly.

“Pagi.” I answered lazily.

He tried to keep up with my walking speed by gouging his bike a little-sedkit.

My name is Adit, he is a passionate man. The house is not far from school, but it's not too bad, anyway. I think going to school on a bike is the right choice for Adit.

But something strange this morning, he was riding a bike with his little sister, when usually he went on a red mountain bike, had his own.

“Bicycle lo why?” I tried asking.

“Brupt.” He answered, while trying to maintain the balance of his bicycle that runs slowly. “Gue malls really, so I pinjem bike my sister aja for a while.” Evidently.

“Destroyed what?”

“The chain is broken.”

Making a bike chain that breaks is quite difficult, I can understand that. “Trus, adek lo leave school how?”

Adit relaxed, then replied, “Dianterin my mother.”

“Sure he cried because his bike you use.” I tried a little joking.

“I have class 7, have not been crybaby again.”

Adit squirms forward while smiling to no one, maybe his acquaintance.

“Eh, I first, yes. I haven't done IPS.” Said.

Adit seems anxious when answering, “Hopefully just perfect, anyway.”

Before Adit increased the speed of his bike, he took me a free ride, but I refused firmly. Because come to think of it, the boncery of fellow boys riding a bike is our darling like a newly created gay couple.

We usually meet each other when we go to school, but not every day. Usually, Adit will go down and lead his bike so he can walk together to school. But since he had a task that he had not yet done, he had to leave first.

I was in front of the school gate. I went to Broccoli High School, one of the few private high schools in the city of Merica. The reason I can go to school here is because my grades are mediocre so unacceptably in the country. My brain is not pinter, but yes not too shallow too, just ordinary.

I walk among the hordes of students who enter the gate, I occasionally do not accidentally inhale the scent of perfume of girls who are quite prickly in the nose. The boys on the run to the school floor, the exclamations are the same. Among the morning's feisty students, I was probably one of the few who was still sluggish and could sleep a little longer.

The school bell rang, everyone was immediately on the nerves to get into their respective classes. I want to get near the class, just walk around among those who run and walk fast.

When I arrived at the classroom terrace, Nadia was seen walking from the opposite direction while chatting with him. When he was about to enter the classroom, our views met each other. Time feels slow as we squirm each other, my memory flies to the incident malem.

Earlier, after Nadia expressed her feelings to me, in the rain, on a zebra cross, under the same umbrella. No matter what, this incident I did not expect at all. I was thinking behind the semalem tract was another intention, but I guess he would ask for help with English PR or ask for other help, but it turns out he shot me instead. Obviously, I was confused and the brain stopped moving.

Considering anything including what will happen, I refuse Nadia's invitation to date. I think after getting rejected, he will roll on the zebra cross while whining for seblak, or he will keep his distance from me, out of the shade of the umbrella, lured himself into the rain to be dramatic, he said, trus says “You are evil.” It turns out he didn't do that, he just wanted me to go home.

Afterwards, the trip home with Nadia felt very awkward and cold, cooler than the rain. I and Nadia did not talk to each other anymore, the atmosphere around Nadia was dark. I was awkward half-dead just walking while trying to avoid eye contact with Nadia until I arrived in front of my house. I swear I'm not very happy semalem.

Without saying hello or smiling when she saw me, Nadia and her friend entered the classroom. I realized that he was still sulking and there might be a bit of heartache. Maybe I should apologize to him later if there's time.

I sat in the back corner, window decking the classroom. Adit who sat next to me seemed to be busy cheating duties belonging to someone nervously like a chicken burrow that was caught by a motorbike. Sometimes he squirms towards the door, ensuring the arrival of the teacher. I just glanced at him without saying anything.

The IPS teacher finally entered the class. The cool girls gossip directly on diem, the guys who are cool mabar (playing together) directly put his HP into the bag, and Adit who is nervous about cheating on the task, and Adit, immediately threw the cheat book he was wearing to the owner who happened to be sitting on the right.

“Udah done?” Ask me.

“Udah, alhamdulilah.” Adit pointed his thumb at me.

I looked at him with a strange look while saying inwardly, “abis cheat kok alhamdulilah?”

Entering the classroom with a steady step, the IPS teacher named Mr. Bejo gave a greeting as usual, then after his greeting was answered, Mr. Bejo began to talk.

“Well, before we start the lesson, there are important things that you will tell you.” Mr. Bejo stopped talking, watching the whole class seem curious, including me. Pensaran, about what Mr. Bejo wants to say, will our school be joined by Cinta Laura to teach English? If it were true, I would be the most caper and show off my mediocre English skills. But, I was too upset, there's no way that's going to happen.

After being satisfied with the curious students, Mr. Bejo continued his announcement.

“We will be the arrival of a new student, he moved from the school next door.”

Everyone in the class except Mr. Bejo, the more curious, the more guessing, who the new students will be part of this class. The boys on wish she was a pretty girl student. Including Adit, from his face it was too tired if he also felt that the student was a beautiful girl. The girls ngarep students are Korean opa.

If I was, whatever, want a girl or a boy. In the end, I will also be difficult to be a friend, because I rarely have people first, also rarely start talking to others. Not so concerned either, anyway.

“Please enter, nothing, don't be shy.” Mr. Bejo faced the classroom door, allowing the new student to be meant.

The figure that was in the future finally came too, all eyes were on the figure of a girl in OSIS uniform who had attributes somewhat different from students in the class, uniform attributes of other schools.  He immediately stole the attention of the entire class, including me. My heart skipped a beat when I squirmed, I was shocked to death.

“Halo, good morning. My name is Evi Selvi Olivia, or Olivia. Greetings know everything.” The new disciple smiled kindly to everyone after introducing himself.

The new student, it turns out, is my ex-girlfriend, Olivia.

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