My Decision at Game School
Chapter 34 - Eating Both
Andi POV
This lunch was quite different. Usually I only eat with side dishes ordered by the canteen, but this time there is one additional side dish that accompanies the side dishes of the canteen. The lauk I got from Mas Pandu after forcing me to come to the territory of the exkul before this lunch. He gave me a food box, without needing him to explain I could know the contents and the real giver.
To secure the situation, I chose to eat inside the game's excrement room. Of course I have to go back and get permission from the senior. There is no prohibition to eat in the room excul, after all seeing Madam Dinda who uses the room exculp like a private rest room makes me sure that the room excul almost 100% right students/i to set it.
The door I accidentally left open to facilitate air circulation.
(when to eat.).
Given the fish supplement, I bought a side dish from the canteen a simple meal that could be cooked by almost any student - an omelet. Then some vegetables as a complement to lunch this time.
Rice-egg-rice-fish-nasi-sayur. That's how I eat.
(wait, this is spicy.).
Indeed the name is sweet spicy acid patin, so that 3 flavors blend evenly. But what I feel like spicy sour patin, sweetness disappears and more spicy. My principle is to eat to be full. Then what's the connection? If you eat something spicy, I have to drink to curate the spicy, most drinks can make the stomach feel full, while full because the water makes me hungry quickly. Hunger quickly becomes something I do not like, therefore spicy which is the main cause of being something I do not like as well.
The only way to still be able to enjoy the side dishes given Acha is not to taste the sauce, because the spicy taste was more in the fruit. I move the fish to the omelet, then just take a spoonful of broth if I want to feel it again.
My enjoyment was interrupted when a student knocked on the open door, the student was a senior who was often in this room, Ms. Dinda.
“eh..there is first class yaa..”
“iyaa mbak”
“why eat here?”
“more quiet aja mbak”
Tranquility is the second reason I choose to eat here, the first reason is of course so that others do not know that I get Sweet Spicy Acid Patin. 30 minutes after the game begins, almost all students/I already knew that Acha would cook the meal, and it became a hot topic around the audience. Of course I can only shut up and listen to all their words earlier, the number of cooking spectators is also more than the Smart race meticulously.
“hoo so, if that's the answer means we're equal”
“eh..”
“reason mbak here would like to eat quietly also”
Soon he took out his lunch.
(so it's like it's a girl's food supply)
He had a lot of side dishes but few in number, at a glance I saw it and knew there were 1 piece of chicken thigh flour, 2 nuggets, half an omelet, vegetables, 2 sausages and 2 tofu. It was clearly much different from my meal which was only accompanied by omelet, vegetable, and catfish.
They only know names, rarely speak, and do not know each other. But now we eat together in a private room like a courtship couple.
“kok you have that side dish?” pointing towards the catfish,
Fortunately that gave the side dish was a mas guide, so I did not need to find an excuse and honestly said it.
“tadi mas Pandu Mbak”
Yes it is, just tell the truth and leave everything to mas Pandu.
“hoo so yes, I guess you get it directly from Mbak Lulu”
“…?”
“right, there is no way you get it directly from him, maybe Pandu who is not interested in fish gives it to you”
The hope of thinking that that was the right reason to show my confused face seemed to work. With this I can calmly without needing to look for any other reason.
“can be mbak, anyway I did not ask the reason”
“again he always gives something to many people, at least that's the rumor I always hear”
“hoo...” I replied flat,
“you're not interested in him huh?”
“who?”
“Mbak Lulu Farasya!!”
“indeed I should be interested in him?”
“ehhh!!”
Ok, the sound is quite big. With the door open, his voice came out and his surprised voice forced me to stop eating.
“you've seen it, haven't you?”
“iyaa”
“then what do you think?”
“yaa so”
I've known him from childhood, I know his nature that may not be known by many students/i here. It's true that he is now in High School, but in my mind there are still many shadows when we were children. Is it possible that my view will change if the shadow is replaced with an impending shadow?
I have to think about the right answer but it takes time to think about it.
“so yes, finish eating will I tell you mbak”
“ohh right, sorry to stop you eating. That's not good. By the way, am I not spending?” he pointed towards the sweet spicy sour sauce.
“no mbak, spicy enough for me”
“can I taste it?”
“ya please”
He took the broth and mixed it all together, and then I added a little piece of fish.
“thank you for the fish, then this”
Replying to my actions, he gave me 1 of his sausages. We both continued to enjoy the meal.
The food was gone and the right reason I thought about it, the rest were prepared for what would happen in the future.
“then what's the reason?”
“i am interested in girls not from the appearance that became the main point, but the way he thinks. You could say that I've talked to a girl and we have the same mindset, it makes me interested in her. But the direction of interest is not necessarily want to make him a girlfriend but make him a friend. That's my answer”
“hoo so, because you have never spoken directly with Mbak Lulu makes you have no chance to be interested in her”
“yaa... think of it like that mbak”.
I survived by utilizing experience and half-truths.
Bell marker break has ended beeping.
The next race will be held simultaneously. The exhibition hasta works of plastic waste that will be held in the same place as the cooking competition that is the hall, while the drawing competition will be held in the same building I am currently in.
(it seems I don't need to rush there.).
From the 3rd floor, I could see many students/i. some were gathering with their friends, some were alone, some even enjoyed solitude.
My phone rang, a sign of a message I received.
“where Ndi?”
“excule room, why emang san?”
“can to Hall?”
“ok otw”
I'm paying a visit to Madam Dinda. Before heading to the hall I headed to the canteen to return the dishes. Unlike my estimation, the Hall is quite crowded by students/i. There are various works on display, such as bags, sleeping lights, decorations, flowers, and so on. Of the entire works, there are some works that are viewed by the student/i. A work in the form of sunflowers with a size of 1:1 of the original size, not only one flower but 5 flowers arranged neatly. The work is from class XI Ipa A, class Acha.
“why san?”
Before entering the Hall, I read Ikhsan's last message giving his location. He was west of the sunflower. Looking at the group of people, it made it easy for me to find its location.
“please setting this Handycam”
“hoo ok”
“thank you, because in class no one understands Handycam. While those who have today can not come”
“so yes, for tomorrow's race?”
“yaa today last mengumpulin footage and later tonight will be edited”
One of the last races is a video showing the various races on the first and second days. From day one I've seen various people bring cameras or handycams to record, including my class. Even when the cooking competition is like one of the tv shows that are holding
the race.
“ok klar”
“makasih”
The group of friends Ikhsan came over, they brought the work of his class, in the form of a beautiful rose. From pots to other decorations made of plastic. 2 pieces of gaze towards me, the gaze came from the entourage. After I noticed, the gaze came from the 2 girls I knew. They were the girls I always saw near Ikhsan, Desti and Sheyla. They both seemed to be hinting at expelling me. Besides my business here is done, I'd better head to the drawing race.
“yaa already, I say goodbye first”
“ok, thanks ya”
I'm goin.
At first glance I saw the work of my class, a beautiful yet simple plastic bag-shaped work. Maybe simplicity makes a little student/i to see it. Near the work a schoolgirl stood alone, if I was right her name was Sandra. But I was wrong, a few moments later a student approached him. The student from my class is named Fauzan. With his camera he began recording and collecting the footage he needed.
Again my guess is wrong, drawing competition is much favored by students/i. All the participants were in the room, while the audience watched from the window. I was curious and tried to get closer to find out what was the cause of this crowd.
(apparently because of him yes.).
(connecting.).