Rashi & Its Bucins
10

...“A leader leads by example, not by force.”...

...♔...

The next day, Rashi makes sure he drinks the pain killer before leaving for school and has to wear a mask.

His health condition was not good until Rasya asked to rest until he recovered, but Rashi was tired of staying home.

Not only Rashi, Yatha is also eager to prepare for their first day of school. On yesterday's occasion, Yatha bought a bag and some new clothes as if she was the one who would need them when at school.

The boy is in style in front of the mirror, just in front of Rashi who is also buttoning a white shirt Maespati uniform. There is not much difference between the color of the old and new school uniforms. The Rashi High School uniform used to be predominantly dark black, while the Maespati uniform was dark red. There is a line of black boxes coloring the short skirt of her bicycle, and there is an additional black ribbon-shaped tie to complement the uniform base. Rashi does not wear a blazer, his habit is that he prefers to carry the uniform out with a laptop bag.

His long thick hair was deliberately put on the back, and was indeed the hairstyle he always used when going to school.

Lastly, Rashi did not forget to spray his favorite rose perfume given by Mahesa.

Since it's the first day, Rashi needs extra support to survive.

"Tell me if there's anything."

Until death Rashi won't do.

Troubling Rasya was the last thing he was willing to do right now. "Yes, Papa."

As soon as the car entered the school gate, Rashi raised an eyebrow finding a large, clean school building in his shadow. The size of Maespati is slightly smaller than Narendra's Asgard school, but at first glance, it is not so different. The building model is modern, dominated by glass walls that make it easy for someone to watch the activity in the building. The grounds are wide, divided into several places from the park to the futsal field.

On one side of the road that borders the driveway and parking lot, rows of shady trees are soothing. It can be seen that the school is concerned with cleanliness, because almost no leaves fall on the grass of the pavement or paving block surfaces.

Rasya stops the car right in front of the lobby which is quite crowded by students in uniform just like Rashi. The car is not turned to the left, but to the South which will direct the car to turn to the gate one more to get out.

"Don't be naughty." Rasya mengultimatum their sister again, after yesterday he repeatedly said do not be like this and so. "Rashi wants to study at school. You do not cry with Rashi if you have not rested. Inget, right? Rashi will come to you. You play in a playgroup with other kids. Keep also—"

"Papa." Rashi touched her brother's delicate arm. "Udah knows the adek. I am the tanganin. Trust me the same."

"Yatha ain't no naughty." The boy refused to be naughty. Because Rashi used to not use the word naughty.

Despite the doubt, Rasya could not do much. He rubbed the tops of Yatha's heads a glance before letting them out. "Papa's drug."

"No way."

Rashi grimaces. Just being able to mutter carefully took off Rasya who did not care much about Yatha's attitude. He looked down with one hand holding Yatha's tiny hand. Making sure that his sister was okay, only then did Rashi look up to look around.

They become the center of attention.

That's natural, Rashi whose existence is always striking, made even more striking when holding the hand of a small child while wearing a schoolgirl uniform. But, Rashi feels fine when the boys look at him as if they have never seen a creature as beautiful as Rashi.

Everyone must have a keyword of confidence and Rashi's keyword is.

Beauty is not just a display for Rashi. That's the key to all kinds of things in his life, including the confidence of being in a foreign environment.

Mahesa teaches her to be okay, will always be fine, as long as Rashi knows she is already beautiful.

It's the same sense of security when you're in a land of people, don't know anyone, but have enough money to support yourself for at least a year.

"Abang Candra and Sister Sara don't seem to be there yet. Let's go to the teacher's room first, yuk."

Rashi takes off the armband on Yatha's hand for her to walk independently in front of her.

Passed through the glass entrance following pairs of eyes that looked at him full of curiosity, especially due to the presence of Yatha. Rashi deliberately lowered his mask first, because he knew most people would be silent not to come closer if he saw his face.

They will silently gawk, mengjap questioning hallucinations or real their vision.

Mahesa said, "Lo must always want that the phrase 'still much prettier' is not too applicable to you, Princess. There are still many more beautiful, but you are one of the most beautiful and not used to wriggling people like you. If you are in front of the public, set an elegant gesture without having to make your face deliberately arrogant. Lo kayak's neighborhood's a playground."

Vanity is something that Rashi tries to keep away from him. But he was taught not to be blunt in using things. Rashi also knows she is too pretty for most men. So even though he looks like sugar tempting swarming ants, Rashi also tries to be a thorny rose that is not as easy to approach.

Enough for their reaction, Rashi raises the mask naturally.

A moment of looking up to observe more clearly the architecture of his new school.

According to Rashi, not much different from the old school, again, maybe because both are futuristic modern architecture. Hanging lights dangled from the wide upper ceiling. The interlocking corridors remind Rashi of the pattern of the mall's open arrangement. Many people in dark red uniforms passed by the corridor and went down the stairs. Rashi takes a quick glance at the open classes in the atrium, guessing that maybe the class is on the second or third floor.

Using knowledge from his old school, Rashi goes down the corridor to look for the school plan.

His school used to put pictures of school plans on the wall near the mading and motivational writings of various languages. But it turns out there isn't. What is seen is only inspirational writings in English, German, French, some Asian languages that Rashi weakly recognizes the part, as well as Sundanese and Javanese.

Beside the board was only an appeal that could not help Rashi know where the teacher room was.

"Mama, Mama, there's a picture of Om Esa."

Rashi turned his head towards Yatha pointing, dumbfounded to find a Mahesa poster mounted there along with a line of inspiring sentences he had said in public.

He once said that phrase to Rashi. The thing that Mahesa held most in her life.

"The key to success is just one, Rashi." Mahesa said that with a smile but full of playful impressions. "Never be an ordinary person."

"Gue prefers simple life."

"Life is as simple as an ordinary person is different, dear. I live a simple life too, don't I? I don't like to waste money unless it's important."

Yeah, hell. If for her, Mahesa rarely buys anything. Although if you buy something too, he is looking for the most quality aka the most expensive. "Keep, you mean to be a commoner?"

"A little bit?"

"Nothing is." Mahesa laughs. "Unbelievable people wriggling them from above."

Rashi hurried to expel the thought from his head, plus shook his head at Yatha. "Sssshhh, Yatha pretended not to know, well. Look at the others."

Gestures were as if they were agents once again entering Yatha's brain. He covered his mouth in an adorable way, whispering to say his Om Esa was the secret of them both alone.

Something pinched in Rashi's heart when he realized he was missing Mahesa.

"Rash!"

Sara's cry for the first time relieved Rashi's feelings. He immediately turned around, while Yatha exclaimed calling Candra—Abang Canda again.

When Yatha ran to get close to Candra, Sara caught her to be kissed. Candra Cuek passed them and approached Rashi.

"From that moment you were there?"

Rashi smiled behind the mask. "New."

"Buset, your voice is very. Flu at home."

"Someone wants to go to school." Rashi points to his sister aggressively asking Sara about their school. "Where should I go?"

"To the teacher's room first. Come on." Come on."

...*...

Sara had to separate herself from them due to the difference in direction. In front of the teacher room where Candra takes her, Rashi meets a thin-faced woman who is the homeroom teacher and maths teacher in her class.

As soon as she saw Rashi coming with Yatha tailing her, Miss Linda immediately looked at her like a glare. Yatha hides behind Candra.

"So you're Bu Dahlia's niece?"

Rashi smiled amiably behind the mask as he bowed faintly. "I'm sorry I had to wear a mask on the first day, Miss. I happen to have the flu."

"No problem. You wait here until the bell comes in. Please sit down." Before Rashi could sit down, Miss Linda's gaze had already shifted to look at Candra. "You went to school too? I guess you forgot the road."

Hm?

"Mother why do I see every time I carry a grudge mulu?" Candra snorts. A somewhat brash action, but as if it had gotten used to it.

"Maybe because you like to make me dizzy? What time were you at school today? Eight o'clock?"

Rashi did hear Candra often truant and ogah-ogahan in school. That made Uma say, "Uma just wants your brother to graduate from High School. Not going to college is also not pa-pa. The important thing is that he graduated high school." Because as often and as often as possible Candra truant.

This year he went up a hundred percent class because of Abah's bribe money.

The reason is not clear why, but it is impossible not to.

"As for Mom, I'm. I'm a demon to Mom." Candra turned. "Rashi, let me take Yatha."

"Um, okay?" Rashi hesitates because Yatha begins to show an uncomfortable impression. His sister is quite easy to blend in as long as there is Rashi. He can't spontaneously be taken away even if it's Candra and has been told where to go.

"Mama!"

Rashi accepts Yatha who even runs to hug her. Witnessed by several pairs of teacher eyes in the room, Rashi lowered his mask and kissed directly on the top of Yatha's head. "Come with Brother, huh? Mama's going to rest and see Yatha again. Did you promise yesterday?"

It seemed that he had only felt uneasy after seeing the faces of strangers up close. Or rather, she was terrified after seeing Miss Linda expression a gluttonous expression.

"Yatha pinter, right? Wait for Mama with Brother, Dad? There are lots of toys. Mom will go straight there. Yatha wait for the bell to rest."

He rubbed his face on Rashi's thigh before looking up. Kinda teary. "Mama don't take long."

"Yes. Yatha play careful, huh? Mama bawain katsu. Okay?"

"okay."

"Mommy's Promise."

Yatha on her tiptoes kissed Rashi's nose, the girl replied the same thing before she left following Candra who was already standing at the door.

Right after the door closed leaving Rashi face to face with the fierce-looking teacher, immediately Miss Linda asked, "I heard it was adek you."

Rashi's smile softly. "My sister, Miss. Just call me Mama from childhood."

Miss Linda nodded. "I'm sorry about your parents."

"Thank you, Miss."

Furthermore, Miss Linda asked questions of a personal nature and Rashi answered them without problems.

From there he found that Miss Linda only had a fierce face, and was firm on troubled students. He's quite friendly—with his style—heard Rashi's short story. When talking about her educational record in the school that used to be, Rashi found Miss Linda seemed very interested in knowing Rashi was among the ranks of high-ranking students.

Miss Linda did not miss any information about Yatha, and told her that this was the first time students were allowed to take a child to school, put her in their playgroup, she said, so Rashi should be careful in arranging study time and taking care of his sister.

Rashi's conclusion for this school, arguably perfect.

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