Residual Flavour
For the umpteenth time

My eyes were diverted to someone who had just entered.

Him again. Men carrier bag. So I went to class with him. It turns out he speaks English too.

The teacher came in shortly after.

The teacher asked about the grammar and vocab which I actually did not understand. Ms. Atun, the name of the English teacher.

"What is the easiest way to learn grammar?" ask Atun to the man.

"How to memorize a lot of vocab and learn the formula and susnan grammar.." and blah blah blah blah.. I don't understand next.

I was amazed. He's pretty good at English. But I think Atun's mom is not satisfied with the answer.

"What else does Tiyan have to do?" maam asked the man again. And now I know. His name is Tiyan, the carrier bag guy I used to see.

This lesson is quite fun, so it does not feel like time has run out. Ms. Atun left the class and we got out. Back to each other's classes. Because it is right at the second break time, now is the time to pray dzuhur.

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I walked with Nanda to the field, because today is extracurricular time. Nanda is my classmate. I see that my seniors have gathered in the field. We sat with the others under the tree.

I just he listened to them talk. Today will indeed prepare for a camping event when the semester exam is finished. I looked back towards the backoff

, I looked carefully. The man in the carrier bag walked into our hall. Yes, Tiyan I mean. He was one with me.

I still didn't know him very well, until my senior called out his full name.

"Hey you, Nikotiyan aji prasetyo wijaya"

"Yes brother. Why?"

"Follow the camp, ye. Help find bamboo. Your house is here"

"Ah males lah.." her face made clear

"You are lo. Come along" my senior started to get a little upset.

"Heheh yes yes, come along brother".

What the hell is that so he pretended.. Gosh darn. It's not so much fun to listen to Tiyo play her guitar. It was even more entertaining than his crisp joke.

Today we are just discussing plans for camping which is still about 2 weeks over. Next week we will start UAS. It means that the time for relaxation will soon arrive. Cukuo calms me I think.

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~One week later~

Today the semester exam is over. I hope this is fun. Next week we start classmeeting. Race between classes. Cheering and of course relaxing.

Two days later. Classmeeting begins. Start with a men's futsal race. Today my class got a fight. With the male class of the carrier bag. Tiyo today play. Using his futsal uniform.

I watched their game. We cheered for each other's classes. Oh no, even with sweat pouring Tiyo is still charming. Her body was athletic, tall, white, with slightly wet hair and random flirtation. So stunning.

Suddenly Dance nudged my arm with her shoulder. I'm aghast.

"So, who will you support?" god to me. I just smiled knotty. "That our class rivals her class." I just remembered what she meant.

The flashback

I smiled at the window. Dance always looks at me.

"What is liya?"

"Not papa"

"Like someone else?" she teased me. I think my cheeks are starting to turn red.

"Ah you. I can tell stories"

"Yes can be. Just story"

With a little courage I began to tell her.

"What true. Same who?" Dance was a little surprised.

"That's the kid who's in sociology in the classroom next to the time of cross-interest."

"Who you name" I think Dance is getting more and more recommended. I tried to cover. I finally cut out his initials.

"This is T" Dance thinks. And keep looking.

"Ah, Tiyan yes. Yes Tiyan she will take the next class." said Tari with a smile. I don't even know her yet, Tari. I don't mean Tiyan. But Tiyo, our classmate. I was hypnotized when he played guitar. Let me just smile at the conclusion.

Flashback off

As always. I just returned with a smile. In my heart, obviously I'm going to choose our dance class. He's Tiyo. I even smiled since I saw him.

The game ended and my class lost. Yes defeated by the Tiyan class. It's okay, I don't regret that even if Tiyo loses, she still amazes me. As for Tiyan, in not even coming into play.

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Wakti camping is one week away. Every time we went home from school we gathered to prepare a stage tent. This tent requires a lot of bamboo. And what we get is always less. We have to go overtime.

I repeatedly met Tiyan and started to get to know her. He's a little weird in my opinion. His casual attitude was even less sensitive. What is he.

Now comes when we camp. We started making tents. Several times Tiyan asked me to help her with this and that. Even something that makes no sense.

"Liya, hold this dong" he pointed at a large bamboo size that was not too heavy because it was dry.

I held it for a long time until my hands felt sore and Tiyan was not coming back. I keep grumbling. Then my senior walked towards me.

"Sister, is this what you want?" ask me to Brother Pian, that was my senior name. "Well you said that. Let's just put it down first" he said casually.

Geez, I was bullied again by Tiyan. Damn her. Watch out when you see me again. My head is heating up. I was so upset with Tiyan. He instead looked relaxed and laughed at the location of the Son's tent. I'm getting pissed at him.

Brother Pian took me to Putra's tent. I followed. It's luck, I can vent my frustration. When I am ready, I will let out all my words

"Tiyan you are yes.." he cut my puss.

"Eh Liya here. Here geh yes I love something." he's like he doesn't feel guilty. But why do my emotions just evaporate.

I followed Tiyan. He sat down and turned out.

"What Tiyan?" ask me.

"Yes this." he pointed at something there. Just the crumbs he just pulled out. What else is this, I can get weird like this.

"It's just TIYAN grass"

"What is grass"

I'm getting pissed off by "you ya ya know I keep going. I've just left. Males ngel.." I haven't finished saying it yet I slightly heard Tiyan yell "Awas Liya"

And..... I stepped on the little bamboo then.....

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Hi everyone, I'm sorry if the story is still not interesting.author is still learning about it.

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