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(S2) Ep 4. School Thugs

(S2) Ep 4. School Thugs

Arsene was having a warm conversation with his new friends, Fahri and Abdul, who turned out to be quite compatible with him. He didn't have to be stuck with that strange girl next to his chair. The three teenagers chatted on a chair in the corridor in front of their class after the gym lesson was over. With sweat pouring down his forehead, Arsene flicked the collar of his sports shirt.

“Lo cool playing basketball, Sen!” praise Abdul who sat beside him.

“Ah regular aja,” says Arsene low.

“Teach me,” Abdul continued to elbow the arm of his new friend.

Arsene laughed, “manyakin just training, later also definitely good!” the answer.

Suddenly two students approached the three teenagers.

“Nih, special for athletes today!” cinta said that she gave a bottle of mineral water to Arsene.

“Thanks!” arsene answered and immediately picked up the bottle while pointing at one corner of his lips.

“Sama-sama!” love is smiling widely.

Arsene drank that mineral water. Incidentally and sustenance should not be denied, that was all he thought. While Love looks carefree because Arsene receives his gift, then returns to her class.

“Lo do not deket Love deh!” fahri said.

“Emang why?” arsene asked curiously while closing the mineral water bottle.

“He's the Ricky. Uh, deng's girlfriend!” fahri replied correcting his words earlier.

“Ooh..”.

“Ya even though the girl is nervous anyway yes,” said Fahri again.

“Eh... Mr. Jono came! Come in!” abdul nudged Arsene's body.

The three teenagers went straight into the classroom, still wearing their sports uniforms.

Arsene sat on his chair, still busy with his sweat.

“Hey, if Mr. Jono's lesson was not allowed to wear sports clothes tau,” said Zaara told the guy next to him.

“Oh yes?”

“Iya, ntar you were expelled you know!”

“Masa?” asked Arsene not to believe it.

Arsene looked at Fahri and Abdul who were in a hurry to change clothes at their table without shame in the classroom. He patted his head.

Arsene took out his uniform and put it on the table. He glanced forward and to his right, hoping that no one would notice. After making sure it was safe, his hands were getting ready to pull his sports jersey up.

“Eh, uh... What do you want?!” sergeant Zaara covered his face.

“Do not see! Close your eyes!” arsene protests while hissing, between rush and panic.

The two friends who were in front of them turned their heads together, making Arsene give a stiff grin. The man tried to lift his shirt again, but the teacher rushed into the classroom. Arsene dropped his head on the table with a sigh.

“For you anyway, so I'm not looking to change!” protest at Zaara.

“Well, why did you beat me up?! Instead of changing from earlier, go to the toilet. Not just any open here. Aurat tuh!” zaara said gruntingly.

Arsene clucked in annoyance.

Mr. Jono, an Indonesian teacher, pays attention to his students. Seeing that there was one student wearing a light blue uniform, his gaze turned back, on Arsene.

“Hey you!” call the thick-moustached man.

Arsene swallowed his saliva, the face of the father was quite creepy especially with a thick mustache and long it.

“Where is your study uniform?” tanyakanya.

“Sorry Sir, I have permission to go to the toilet first, can I?” door hesitated.

“The break is over! You should have changed it since. Be there out!” exclaimed Mr. Jono raised his chin.

“Good, Sir! Thank you!” he took his school uniform and walked out.

His classmates seemed to hold back laughter seeing their new friend become a victim of Mr. Jono. Fahri and Abdul feel guilty for not telling them. Arsene walked politely as he passed the teacher. Then Mr. Jono cleared his throat. “After that you just wait outside the class!” abugn.

Again Arsene swallowed his saliva, while rolling his eyeballs. Shit, he said in his heart.

After changing clothes, the handsome boy sat on a small chair close to the cafeteria, while eating a piece of candy taken from his pocket. He kept cursing himself while looking down. Suddenly, three students stood in front of him.

“Lo, Arsene right? The new student?” ask a student who stood at the front, making Arsene look up his face.

“Iya, why?” tanyanya flat.

“Gue Ricky, from IPS class. It's Nicko and Beni,” said the man with a not-so-steady pointy nose.

“Hai!” arsene looked at the three people in front of him.

It turns out this is what Fahri and Abdul, the Blackdot school thugs, say, do not know what the purpose is to say hello. Isn't this still lesson time? Why are they outside of class?

“Can come with me?” ask Ricki.

But before answering the question, Arsene's body was dragged by Nicko and Beni who were stocky to a small hallway next to the school toilet. Arsene's body was pushed to hit the wall and held by Beni's burly arm.

“What do you want to lo?!” arsene asked, trying to be calm.

“Say you moved from Singapore huh? Lo money must be a lot, right?” ricky asked, chuckling

“Lo want money?” ask Arsene.

“I said rich earlier if I didn't want to! I asked for 200! Not much, are you?” he asked, drawing his face closer to Arsene.

Arsene replied that the eyes were no less sharp, although he was still acting as calm as possible.

“Do not lie lo!” ricky exclaimed, pushing Arsene's body back against the wall. Arsene endured the pain in his head.

“Gue no lie!” said firmly.

“Tetep I can't believe!”

“Terusslah!”

“Ben, give him a lesson!” ricky yelled, and then left, leaving him.

Beni, the student with dark skin and a little bit of curly hair was ringing the joint bones of his hand. He smiled at Arsene.

“Sorry, we make stains first on the porcelain face lo this!”

BUGS! BUGS! BUGS!

Three raw bogems landed Beni on Arsene's cheek, making her a bluish-red bruise. Arsene scrunched one eye to endure the pain in his left cheek. Then the two students just left Arsene holding his cheek.

Shit again! he swore in his heart. He walked to the canteen to buy a bottle of cold water to reduce the pain in his cheeks that felt throbbing. Then walked to his class which he believed that Pak Jono's subjects had been completed, while covering his cheeks with the sports shirt he had been wearing. Sure enough, the lesson was over and the next teacher had not entered.

Zaara looked at her comrade who was expressionless, flat and cold, like never before. Is it because Mr. Jono kicked him out? It could be, a temporary assumption.

Arsene sat himself down and put his sports shirt in the bag, then looked down.

“Your cheeks why are bleeding?” ask Zaara in astonishment.

“Hah?” arsene asked, looking up at Zaara.

“That, your cheeks are bleeding that way?”

Arsene touched the cheek that felt throbbing earlier, it turned out that there was really a little blood on his cheek.

“Ah is okay!” he answered flatly, then returned to bowing his head.

“You to UKS? I am a PMR child, there is a wound medicine there,” exclaimed Zaara a little worried about her friend.

“No need, thanks!” answer Arsene.

“Your cheeks are swollen, bleeding, and bruised. The faster the handling, the faster it heals!” zaara again.

Arsene breathed. Very careless girl next to him, making him forced to say it. After getting approval, Zaara asked the class president for permission to go to the UKS with Arsene.

Both of them walked quickly to the UKS which is located next to the mosque. Zaara knocked on the open door of the UKS. But there is no ‘doctor’ guard there. The girl had to intervene on her own to treat her friend.

“Sit there!” zaara instructed Arsene to hold her cheek in a bottle of mineral water. Arsene said he was sitting on a mattress next to the entrance of the UKS. Zaara took the compresses, wound medicine, and plaster.

“You've been fighting?” guess Zaara gave Arsene a small towel of ice cubes so that the man himself would hold it and stick it on his own cheek.

“Now!” answer Arsene.

“Keep why until the bruise bleeds so?” asked Zaara again, now he opened a bottle of liquid containing antiseptic drugs.

“No need to know!”

“Dih, fierce!”

“You're fiercer!” sahut Arsene's.

Zaara just grimaced while blasting her lips.

“Try me to see the wound!” sergeant Zaara. Arsene took off the compress, and the hijab girl looked at Arsene's injured cheek. There were some wounds with layers of skin coming off, so blood came out from there. But since it was already compressed, the blood was no longer coming out.

For some reason, Arsene's heart was so nervous and tense as the girl in front of him noticed her wound. His cheek was hardened so nervously. Naturally, because their distance felt so close, even though it seemed that Zaara was acting ordinary, because her intention was to help her friend.

“I medicine yes, beware do not cry if it hurts!” Zaara Goda.

Arsene clucked it. This time his nervousness came back, when Zaara gently patted the injured cheek of Arsene with a cotton swab that had been coated with an antiseptic liquid. Arsene scrunched his face withstanding the pain.

“Aww...” he said reflexes when the drug hit the most severe wounds.

“Eh sorry!”

Then Zaara took out a piece of wound plaster and stuck it on Arsene's cheek.

“It's done,” said the girl proudly, then took a few steps back from Arsene's body.

“Thank you very much!” said Arsene glanced briefly at the girl who was smiling proudly.

“Sama-sama.”

Arsene stood up again, while waiting for Zaara who was cleaning up the items she was wearing earlier.

“Yuk!” take Zaara with you after washing your hands.

Both of them walked towards the classroom, Arsene made a distance with the hijab girl walking in front of him. It turned out that the next lesson teacher had not yet entered, making the entire class noisier and heard from outside.

Zaara stepped into the classroom, followed by Arsene. Instantly, many students cheered him as the two students entered the class together.

“Ciyeee..

Suddenly it made Zaara's eyes widen.

What is this?! ask in the heart.

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