My Killer Lecturer's
Ball Girl

My colorful but heartless life changed as I got to know the man. I don't understand it myself. He's not as handsome as Aji, not as friendly as Joseph, not as shy as Anton. Never spread charm like Deni, not playboy like Gustaf, not ja'im like Awal, not pretentious like Ali, and do not like pagering like Gaos.

Hmm, you may be wondering, why I only mentioned the names of the men in my story. The answer is only one, because .. most of my friends are male.

Me alone? Hmmm, I myself am confused by my identity. I'm a real woman. Original, and that can be proven by uninvited guests who always come every month. My casing is also an abis girl huh. My height is about 159 cm, really nanggung ya, but only one cm left, I definitely entered the ideal height category. But what power, even though I have done swimming and basketball. Still my height does not want to increase.

I am not a tomboy girl, it is proven if I still have long hair that I often pigtail two so that if I run it looks sway to and fro. Maybe they consider me a tomboy because of my madness with the ball. To be honest, I can't play football. Even if I get paid, I won't play ball.

Crazy one, kuy! Ball only one, contested 20 people from both teams, running around, deuuh. Although I realized, I never polished myself with makeup. Never mind make up, even thin powder never. I'm crazy for the ball, but especially for an overseas team! outside of Nagreg? Don't ask, I didn't even memorize the names of teams outside Nagreg.

So crazy about the ball, I got a bad habit. It was again the fever of the Italian Serie A league. Instead, I, along with my gesrek friends, always make the event to look for free breakfast on Mondays.

In my class, the only girl who loves football is me. While the others there are only 5 people from many guys, who always hang out every Saturday after school and Monday before the doorbell to school at the hokyen owned by bang Dadang.

“Which one are we holding? Night Sunday what night Monday?” ask Mumu one of my guys.

“Night on monday. Club-ku maen nih," my whine, the only girl who was in the middle of the five guys. He is Gustaf, Deni, Mumu, Anjas and Awal.

I'm sure the boys in my class must have liked the ball, only the ones with gesrek properties like me, yes only the five kunyuk.

“Ah elo meh! Hold another club napa?” grumble Deni the guy who always throws charm and always loses every time a bet.

Yep! my gesrek activity is a football watching bet. Eits make no mistake yes, the bet is not money, you know! Well, for the size of our High School cake, where dare I bet money. The bet only pays a serving of hokyen and a glass of iced orange as breakfast to the person holding the winning club. That was also the payment along with the losing side (if the term sunda rurungan/shack) and somehow, hockey always accompanied my Monday. Until the slogan that was originally I hate Monday, changed to I like Monday for me.

One more friend. The club I have held from the past until the present, Club Juventus. Especially if the duo of death is running to rub each other's balls. Wuuiih I think I want to go to the pizza country to witness their agility firsthand. Who else if not Inzaghi and Del Piero. Although Del Piero is now gone, but his charm still remains in the heart. Inzaghi itself, hmm that is sure to get older the more charming.wkwkw.

I was so scared that I was the same with both of those people. The walls of my room were full of pictures of them that I had scissors from a ball magazine. Magazine hits in its Age (My Age High School, gaisss). I was willing to set aside the pocket money just to buy Inzaghi and Del Piero shirts which were then numbered backs 9 and 10 (if I do not remember wrong, understand gaiss, understand me, I am no longer young! )

If at that time a girl my age set aside money for talc and body care equipment, I would instead be willing to set aside money to buy Juventus and Michael Jordan trinkets. Understand, besides being football crazy, I'm also basketball crazy, gaiss. Well if basketball, even though I am not young anymore, but I can still do three points yes.gkgkgk.

"Tau nih si Chichan, so restful!” answer Gustaf.

Chichan is the nickname of my friends since I was in high school. Actually my name is Resti, exactly Octora Resttyani. But my best friend used to call me Chi, as Ti's pronoun. Well that Chan, I added chan\=chantik so chichan\=chi beautiful...wkwkwkwk, understand gaiss, I'm a girl who has a level of pungency beyond the dose.

I'm not a pretty girl, actually. I also realized that. I'm not a smart girl either, even though I'm an IPA kid. To be honest, I chose IPA because of my frustration. I couldn't choose a language, because I didn't speak English, let alone Arabic and Japanese as additional languages in the language class.

I also can't choose IPS class, because I'm not the type of child who memorizes easily. I do not like the history lessons that seem to be taken when Miss Ida, the teacher of history subjects explained the material.

"Yes, lo pade don't know aje, tu bocil, 'will love die ma Inzaghi!” early Ledek.

I only grinned horses when they mocked me.

"Hooh, ngayal mulu, his life!" Now it's Anjas's turn to scorn me.

"Well, Monday night or nothing!” I said as I approached brother Hokyen.

“Ndebt yes, Bang, pay 'ntar Monday ma them!” I said patting Mang Dadang on the shoulder while pointing towards my gesrek friends.

I glanced at them for a moment to give my sweet smile. A sweet smile that they will take as a trick from me. Soon I immediately ran before the five gesrek buddies hit me using a packet of snacks that they had squeezed into a sphere the size of a bekel ball.

"Ji! Numpang dong!” I shouted at Aji, a handsome handsome former vice chairman of OSIS who was splitting his motorcycle.

“Anjay, please escape lo Chan!” gustaf yelled, Not accepting my decision to go home without paying for the hokyen I ate.

My smile grew even more as Aji's motorbike was piggybacking me past those nimble ball boys.

In the end it was only the swearing and swearing from their mouths that I heard, and it was slowly getting more and more faint.

“You know them again, Res?” ask Aji gently.

Among my male friends are only Aji and Anton the shy guy who always calls me normally, Res! That's their call to me.

Actually I was astonished at myself. Why should I get more attention than any of the idols in my school. Yes, Aji the former vice chairman of OSIS, one of the idols in the school. In addition to having a baby face, the person is also good, and always smiles the same as anyone. Whether it's a classmate or a different class. My closeness to him even made me despised by the beautiful women in my generation.

Once I was run over by an OSIS secretary who was still in office at that time, because the Aji who was the chairman of OSIS was taking care of my problems in the BP room who was caught ditching in sociology subjects. Another subject I don't like.

Sometimes uncomfortable also with the presence of handsome guys who actually limit my movements. Yes, you guys just shadow it. Every time I'm stuck in a laen guy. The celebrity ghibah expert is certainly with the spirit of '45 spread gossip if I am a cheap girl, a girl caperlah, and what girls whose nicknames seem negative in the ears of people.

But, not an Octora Resttyani who would mope with such cheap gossip. My principle, the more they scorn me, the more I have the power to make them fire a beard with my proximity to the SMA 1 coverboys.

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