Liebe Zu Maiza's
Shaded Eyes

My school with Nurul's school is not unidirectional. My school is going east and Nurul's school is going west. Because Nurul entered early then he will be delivered first.

The city this morning is still empty. Vehicles passing by can still be counted as fingers. I sat in the back seat, looking at the clear sky.

About 10 minutes the car took us to the front of Nurul school. Nurul went down and performed her morning ritual, kissing aunt Yusnita's cheek and the same was true for me before entering the gate while waving my hand. A big smile always adorns the ritual.

Without wasting time aunt Yusnita immediately turn the bow. Now he is concentrating on driving a car because the road has begun to be crowded, at some point there has been a mild traffic jam.

Kinanti Galaxy, the novel stirred my mind again. I don't know what's going to happen to me today. Yesterday's struggle to find the novel was hollow.

The woman's face returned. Nanar he looked at me when I accidentally spilled liquid chocolate on the novel he was reading.

The embarrassing incident happened in the school cafeteria during the first break. The cramped cafeteria crowded students who were about to shop, for fear of not being parted, finally crammed, finally, actually quite five canteens in the school but the canteen provides a variety of menu variants at affordable prices so most students like to shop there. Especially for women.

I just picked up my order of hot chocolate, and then found an empty place with Ayu and Daniza, because Daniza's body was fat, the distance between the table that one and the other can pass by two people can only be passed by one Daniza, she accidentally nudged my arm and the hot chocolate that I was holding spilled.

The oriental-faced woman was sitting with two of her friends at a table near the cashier. They were enjoying fries with a coffee latte. The clean-skinned woman who I honestly admit is hard to say ugly is shoplifting novels while occasionally sipping her warm coffee latte.

Bruuuussss ... My hot chocolate drenched his novel, it was wet almost entirely. The gray white uniform was graded with chocolate. Suddenly he was startled and stood up, his voice hissing and screeching due to the hot water, his eyes were directed at me.

My face that was reddened due to acne turned deathly. It felt like blood was not flowing there, my body was shaking and my heart was racing. I've made a mistake. My gaze was fixed to the floor, seeking a defense.

The view of children who while shopping or enjoying snacks is focused on us. A few seconds of silence, the pop song that was playing became the only one heard

Daniza tried to calm things down, she tried to explain and confessed wrongly "Sorry brother, we were not on purpose."

"Eh, Over Size Man, so if you walk carefully, consider your body a wasteful place!" pox.

I repeatedly apologized for fixing the situation but she was already angry.

"Sorry, my brother is wrong" I said.

"Eh Norak Woman, good yes sorry, you think sorry it can fix everything, you know you just made my hanging out messy, then broke my favorite stuff. Junior kundang," hardiknya.

"Udah deh Azmi, just let them go, long time here make the situation so uncomfortable. Just let those people go!" That's the voice of Afni, my cousin, at least she's giving a defense despite thinking me and my friends are campers. I stole her look, her face full of annoyance. After this situation for sure he'll hide that I'm home with him.

It turns out her name is Azmi, a beautiful woman whose mouth has just gone out of control. Both hands are placed in front of the chest. His views are skeptical of me. A friend of hers who was still sitting casually glared at us with a condescending look, occasionally her lips carving out an unsymmetrical smile.

"It's not that easy, this spotty woman has to take responsibility!" the tone began to drop an octave.

"Just ask him to change his novel, just so complicated," said the man who had just passed beside me. I caught his wide back, he held a drink glass and continued walking away from the canteen.

"If he hadn't spoken, you wouldn't have let me go." He pointed at the man who had just passed by.

A man I didn't know saved me yesterday. Today I don't know who else will save me. This feeling is starting to calm down. It was as if I was being led into the execution room.

The car stopped in front of the school. Many children entered the gate. Their faces were sumringah, whereas I saw the school gate like I saw the gates of hell.

"It's come baby" aunty Yusnita's voice resuscitated me.

"Oh yeah, Auntie." It feels heavy that this foot is stepping down. I shake aunt Yusnita's hand before she passes.

"Bismillah, all will be well" I said.

I stepped in through the gate. Kuintip gazebo on the left, where Kak Afni and her friends often hang out. Thank goodness they haven't come. I accelerated, my gaze was subdued, hoping that there would be no obstruction in the classroom.

Relieved, I finally arrived at the classroom and did not see any of the female demons. But the relief was temporary, there were still 11 hours left in school, there were still many possibilities that occurred between me and the Owner of the Ninanti Galaxy novel.

***

Ms. Mira explained the material about the illustration picture. Art culture is the lesson I like the most. I love to paint and sing. I always enjoyed art lessons. For me by learning art we will be closer to beauty, but now I do not enjoy it. This lesson never bored me or sleepy but this time it was much different. Bu Mirah's explanation did not enter my head at all, just reflected in the earlobe and thrown somewhere.

Unlike Ayu who sits beside me, the spirit of 45 she follows learning. I turned to Daniza who was sitting alone so, her eyebrows furrowed, sometimes she mustered to listen to the explanation of Bu Mirah.

Ms. Mira is busy delivering learning materials, slideshows are varied become a special attraction for the learning media, so the lessons are basically fun more interesting but I swear I really did not enjoy it.

Immediately the face of Azmi who wry at me, Afni's cynical gaze and her friend's unsymmetrical smile.

My mind is still in the mood about the novel. A fun lesson feels so bland, discouraged. Damn, the true influence of Azmi's slurs on me yesterday so to see the canteen was reluctant.

I'm trying to find a way out of this. However, I had to avoid Azmi's grip today, at least until I found a replacement for the novel.

[Maybe it's better today not to snack.] My inner self.

"All children, see you next meeting, have a good day" concluded Bu Mirah at the end of his study. After Ms. Mirah's speech, the bell rang for quite a long time a sign of rest.

Daniza is coming towards me, "Jajan yuk! bring him.

"I don't think I'm snacking today" I said.

"Za, come!" persuade Daniza.

"But Niz"

"Is there still a problem yesterday?" cut it.

I nodded weakly.

"Oh my God, do not bother, if you meet the flat woman just say the novel has not been replaced yes, later if the stock is already there." He followed the Azmi style of speech.

"It's not that easy Niza, you'll see for yourself the treatment to us yesterday, not to mention the impending meaning. I've been quite embarrassed, and that means that if today I go to the cafeteria and meet them, I dare to be ashamed for the second time" I said.

"Za, Niza's advice is correct, you will have good intentions to replace it, if today we are not seen in the cafeteria or like moving the cafeteria, surely they consider us cowards, running away from responsibilities."

Ayu's explanation makes sense. It's true, don't let them assume I'm running away from responsibility. I finally went to the cafeteria with Daniza and Ayu.

Along the way to the cafeteria, my eyes were incessantly watching for the whereabouts of Azmi or Afni or her friend who had that unsymmetrical smile. Arriving at the canteen of gratitude I did not see his shadow. The cafeteria was as crowded as the previous days. Orders I leave to Ayu yang and Daniza. Although Daniza is wide-bodied but she is very agile.

I immediately chose a place in the corner. Places that are often empty. Although maybe Daniza will have trouble getting to the corner but at least she will freely move her body that really stretched it.

Ayu came with a plate of fried cassava and three glasses of warm tea. Daniza brought two plates. A plate of fried rice and a plate of french fries. The fried rice was not Daniza's order but Ayu's. Ayu's body is fairly small but the portion of the meal is jumbo, different from Daniza who is loose but eats iron.

My feelings began to calm down after a while in the cafeteria and the Cynical Trio had yet to come. Maybe they've been shopping first, hmmm. I started to enjoy the atmosphere without pressure, pop music all added to the comfort.

One more thing that makes this canteen has more value, although crowded with visitors every hour of rest but the canteen always looks clean. Trash cans are available almost at every corner. Motivational words adorned his walls. It's just a school cafeteria but it looks like a cafe.

Fried yams become your snacks in this cafeteria. it feels different, no matter what the secret, even though eating a few pieces but does not make bloating.

"Emmm .. here apparently."

Azmi's pointed voice shocked me. The tea that I snuck out came back and made me cough. He was already standing in front of me, while rejecting his waist.

"Where's the novel?" to the point without a i u o, he poked his right hand towards me.

I wave.

"Don't tell me there's no yes" continued his friend, the owner of the symmetrical smile.

I saw Afni's gaze on me sharp and piercing. A million upset raging in his chest addressed to me. His face was red. I've never seen that angry.

"Sister, so be-cini," once in a while my eyes glared at Afni, "Today I searched for the book in five bookstores and-,"

"Don't tell me there isn't!" sergeant.

"Seriously, I've been trying but I haven't been able to, God willing I will change,"

"Know not, Azmi doesn't like to be promised?" the tanyanya slow but pressing.

Kulrikik Ayu and Daniza, they are sculpting, can not do anything, have no defense because we are wrong. Students who saw this incident so the audience, like the paid audience, no one dared to defend. The mother of the canteen bellowed at Azmi's attitude, perhaps no longer a new thing for her.

"I will not leave this place until you change the novel, or .. emmm ... , " he smacked his chin with his index finger and looked at us cunningly, "or I report to teacher BK that you guys have ruined my book and doused me with hot chocolate" he said.

"Ja-ja-ngan, brother, I promise to change. I beg you, brother," I looked down I think my net started to expand.

"Pig-pig"

Azmi's shrill voice came to a halt instantly. I don't know what stopped him. I still looked down, not the slightest courage staring at his face.

"Is that the novel still in trouble?" ask a man. I raised my head and looked at the source of the voice.

"It's instead!" he put the novel in the hands of Azmi Kak with a rough. "It's sorted out the problem" he continued.

"I don't need a novel from you," Azmi threw the novel.

"It's not from me, it's his own novel." Obviously while looking at me. "So his parents came to deliver the novel because they missed it." After his words he returned to his back and walked, not forgetting to take his order concentrated coffee.

Hearing that, Azmi Spechles but the romance of his face is getting extinguished. He stared intently threateningly at me and left after picking up the novel he had thrown away. Some of the students who saw the incident giggled.

I was still flabbergasted to watch the events that had just passed, my memories spinning around and discovering the memories of the man who had already disappeared from my sight.

Azmi came back again, it seemed like she had forgotten something.

"This time you survived, but tomorrow-tomorrow not necessarily, wait for my vengeance," his tone was full of threats.