Rashi & Its Bucins
11

...“Before you can control conditions, you must first control yourself.”...

...♔...

Once again, being the center of attention was never a problem for Rashi. When brought in front of the class by the Class Guardian earlier, acquainted with Miss Dena who taught Indonesian classes in the first hour, Rashi stood confident in front of the class.

Twenty-four pairs of eyes stared at him, dominated by an interested highlight.

Rumors about Rashi coming to bring a small child may have been spread, because he faintly heard the girl in the front seat near the door whispering to her friend saying 'real that one?' as if to be sure.

Rashi was asked to introduce himself, so he lowered his mask while smiling as if unaware of how the entire young man in the class flickered pilon. That little thing was enough to make them excited until there was a whisper that said maybe Rashi models or something.

Rashi's gaze met with Candra, got a small smile from the cousin as if laughing at how his friend reacted. With no intention of bragging or considering herself the highest, Rashi realizes instantly that she is the most beautiful girl in the class.

Make the faces of other pretty girls wrinkle unhappy.

That's common.

"Hi, I'm Rashi." His hoarse voice even gives the impression of sexy but discordant. Rashi somewhat laughed embarrassedly when he saw them suffocating.

They won't believe it if Rashi says he used to be a regular guy.

What they admire is the figure of Rashi Mahesa's hand. Especially his confidence side. "Rashi Anuja's. Hello to you."

A lot of talk is not Rashi style, let alone in public. Because that's enough. According to him, an acquaintance session is a questioning session. They know enough of Rashi's name, and then they'll ask him questions if anyone wants to ask.

Miss Dena please.

Most people raise their hands.

"Ask. Got a girlfriend?"

Rashi commented a gentle smile. "No. The big brother."

"Why did you move?"

"Let's go to school with my cousin, Sara."

Accidentally Rashi called his sister, so Candra was not disturbed, but it turned out that all knew Sara's sister Candra, because they turned to the rear, the second row of benches from the side of the window.

Cheers rang out and Rashi kept a calm smile.

"Lo was downstairs the same little boy, right?" It was the woman's turn to ask. "Who are you?"

"Sad."

"Kok taken to school?"

Rashi cleared his throat for a moment. "Bokap I just died, nyokap nyokap." They were immediately silent, even though Rashi was ordinary. "I'm not working and adek can not be removed just anyone. So I asked for permission to take him to school. Her name is Yatha."

The topic seemed too sensitive that they acted as if they had done something wrong. Because of the silence, Miss Dena hinted Rashi to sit in the front seat near the window directly opposite the teacher's desk. Rashi smiled thankfully, hiding a cloud in his eyes knowing it was Mahesa.

Where maybe the transfer student seemed to be able to sit in the front seat, the most strategic place and happened to be his favorite place.

Rashi was sensitive to their many gazes at him. If his back could be hollowed out by the look of his eyes, maybe now his back is bleeding. Especially the back seat is indeed a boy's chair, from the hair, nape, back and even waist so their peep dining. Rashi let it go, and again, Mahesa taught him not to easily judge things from a negative point of view.

Rather than focus on them, Rashi focused his entire mind on the lesson.

Rashi's smile knots when the lesson begins.

There was one ambition Mahesa emulated in school.

Be best.

So the best is hard, but hard is a symbol of hard work. Mahesa taught him, no need to be a nerd whose work is struggling with books to continue to catch on to lessons.

The key is active in class.

Rashi as a new child, immediately mastered the class.

The theories he learned from Mahesa were applied to create exciting discussions with teachers. In his old school, Rashi was known to be chatty when studying. In any lesson, whatever, he must always ask and ask. Mahesa said the key to learning is to ask. What, why, how, ask everything to get it all in your head. Instead of having trouble memorizing, understand a material until when facing it twice, without having to slam bones studying overnight will also be easy to do.

For some students, Rashi is the annoying type.

But Rashi can not make the hatred of others as the reason he does not shine. He also has a brother to be proud of.

So number one in school is one of his ambitions.

Indonesian lessons that do not require many questions, change to Biology class. Rashi's fussiness is increasingly visible even though his voice is hoarse until occasionally lost. He asks things that his classmates do not ask, typing seriously regardless of how the faces of some students in the class.

Mahesa told him, the habit of failing people is to look sideways and backward.

Class ends when the bell rings. Surprisingly, from the beginning until the break, he saw Candra just lying face down on the table, sleeping soundly.

Nobody reprimands him, nobody thinks he exists.

Rashi remembers Sara's betrayal on several occasions they met.

"Abang tuh work if you do not sleep in class must be truant. Uma Sama Abah was troubled mulu until almost did not go to class. Abah sampe had to bribe the school to know not to let Brother go to class. But instead of realizing, Brother was even delicious. Uma too. If it's your business, you never want to be angry. I'm so happy, Rashi!"

Abah to bribe the school was already severe, but witnessed Candra's behavior immediately became strange.

The boy did not normally like to learn, let alone lessons that there are no exclamations like this material class. Even so, most children, especially those who have high school, actually already quite understand that he must try not to make problems. They are not new Junior High children flooded with hormones, so crazy about freedom.

Does Candra have a problem?

As Rashi recalls, Sara told me her brother started to change it in the middle of Junior High.

"So, you're Candra's cousin?"

A mixed-faced Chinese girl asked that question. He sat right behind Rashi's chair, so inevitably they met each other's eyes when he turned to Candra.

As his lips smiled, Rashi scanned the girl closely.

His smile was calm, and among all the women in the class, he whose gaze was not cynical, nor hungry wanted to make friends. Eve around him was calm, just like his appearance tended to be neat because of wearing the full attributes of their school, but did not give the impression of strong or ambitious.

Make Rashi want to extend his hand first to get acquainted. "so. By the way, once again, Rashi."

"Xena. Xena Saraswati." He mentioned a name that was also stamped on the acrylic nameplate on his left chest. "Lo's hands are hot."

"Yep. Contrary to the chatty lo, he's a pendiem's son. Seemed like other ghosts, including the teacher, kayak that you see."

People started to gather around Rashi to ask further. Rashi responded calmly as a celebrity was asked by reporters, discussing what her beauty secrets were, what she had a boyfriend, and praising how cool she was in class.

Rashi knew they were trying to get close because he would definitely become a popular student with this intelligence and beauty.

Licker, rough language.

Mahesa said, everyone has talent for sycophants, so why should they criticize them too badly? What is wrong is the deceived, even though the wounded are also deceived.

The conversation turned into a call to the cafeteria.

Rashi had to refuse, remember to have needs.

"Sori well, I have to follow Yatha."

Then he walked to the back, approached Candra to ask and tell her that it was time to rest.

"Devents." Rashi's voice is small, but enough to make friends around Candra turn their heads. "Abang Candra's. Wake."

"It's free to wake up, Neng." One of Candra's friends, who Rashi says is sweet, talks. "Kebo when you sleep, wake up if you're already laper."

Rashi chuckles. This time read the nametag on the young man's chest.

Ervan, yeah. His face was as mischievous as that of a selfish trouble-making boy. There is a piercing hole in his ear so Rashi imagines him wearing earrings and acting like a thug.

Funnier.

"Why sleep in class, anyway?" Rashi stabbed Candra in the cheek, not bothering her at all. "Lo's Candra, huh? You guys used to go to the cafeteria together?"

"Eh, you wanna jump, Dad?"

Rashi chuckles. "Can. Candra usually eats what. Let me buy it."

"Eat her everything, mah. Beliin fried frogs are also eaten."

Substantial. Rashi shook his head slowly, not responding to Candra's friend laughing. "Well, you know where the playgroup isn't?"

"You, Neng. Want to be signed up?"

"Related?"

"You, here?!" He jumped up the spirit, immediately cheered on his friend because Rashi was serious.

Ervan looked sweet as the crybaby walked by Rashi's side. Aside from his sweet face, Rashi salfok on a piercing in Ervan's ear. His brain automatically remembers Mahesa also piercing the ear when Rashi said he liked to see guys wearing earrings.

Even though Mahesa can only wear earrings in front of Rashi and pull them out in public.

Ah, goddamn. Can't he stop thinking about Mahesa?

Along the way, Rashi invites Ervan to talk about school. He's not really shy. It was obvious from his gesture that although clumsy walking near a beautiful woman, Ervan still straightened his shoulders.

Especially when Rashi spoke first, Ervan so casually explained the things he asked.

"So, the story you will take adek lo continue to school until graduation?"

"Possibility." Rashi did not plan to leave Yatha to anyone anymore. Let himself be selfish to rule the boy. He will grow up and inevitably will change from a small Yatha to a Yatha only. "Gue is possessive, anyway. I can't love each other."

"Means the same boyfriend lo possessive also dong."

Coded. "If there is, maybe."

"There's no time?"

"Emang why?"

"Duh, pake asked." Ervan grunting. "Had asked to be loved gini, a real idiot."

Rashi chuckles. "You want a list, Dad?"

"Well, can you, uh?"

Not answering, Rashi just chuckled amusedly.

The playgroup is located outside the main building.

They walked past ornamental shrubs on the side of a path that snaked around the building, connected to the next building, SMP. The daycare building that Rashi went to was made separate and placed next to the Junior High School building. You could say the location is quite far, although when Rashi turned to see the window of his class, he believed they could see the small building from there.

The size is not so big, but broad with milk tea base paint. On the front of the building was made a garden that may be inspired from the Upin-Ipin series. The park was split in two, and in the middle there was a path to reach the glass entrance.

There were quite a number of small children playing inside. Rashi passed through the glass entrance that shifted open automatically, as automatic as his eyes looking for the presence of a small child in a red T-shirt. But Rashi's feelings immediately did not feel good to see his sister in a woman's arms, looking as if she had cried a lot.

His feet immediately stepped there to pick up his sister.

"Mama!"

"Dear." Rashi almost shivered feeling his sister's back move up and down. Yatha's body was so hot that Rashi was worried she had a fever or might get hurt. "You why? Why cry?"

"There's nothing." The woman in charge of taking care of the children here calmed him down. "So just fought a little bit with the kids."

"Can you, brother? Did I do something?"

Then the woman explained that the more senior children here began to disturb Yatha while playing stacking blocks. From the story of the woman, it seems that the children are indeed a bit wayward, and it happens that Yatha her son is shy. Be Yatha a bully-friendly meal of a boy who feels superior.

Rashi sighed. At least I'm glad Yatha's okay.

"Yatha, honey. Apologize to the mother."

"Udah, no pa-pa, Deck. The little boy is so. Still adapting, so fussy fuss."

Rashi still directs Yatha to apologize. "I'm sorry, honey. Just went to Mama's lunch."

His sister apologizes weakly, then hugs Rashi languidly along the way away from the playgroup. Ervan just silently watched and accompanied him walk.

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