SERINA: I'M AN EXTRA
THE ORIGIN
Today is my first day as an 11th grade High School student. Therefore, to welcome the first day of school after a two-week semester break I decided to wake up earlier than usual.
The doraemon clock hanging on the wall of my room still showed at 06:20 but I was ready with my uniform and school bag and ready to go down to the dining table.
I saw that my mom had not finished cooking because she was busy struggling with the sea blue teflon that she had just bought last week in an online store.
While waiting for breakfast to finish cooking, I also took out a phone with a red apple from my uniform pocket.
I put airpods in both my ears and played a song that somehow for a week became a favorite song that I often play on the playlist. Maybe because this song is so good to listen to while reading a book?
I'll tell you, I'm very happy to read a novel. I don't know when I started to get crazy about novels. Maybe when I sat down for my Junior High and got the assignment to make a novel reviewer.
As I recall, it was my first time reading a romance novel, and I was very interested in the sweet love story presented by the author. Maybe since then I started my action to collect romance novels and hope someday I will also experience the same love story with the main cast in the novels I read.
After a few minutes of waiting, finally mom came out of the kitchen with teflon filled with fried rice shrimp in her hand right when the song I played had stopped.
Quickly, I also walked directly to the kitchen to take three dishes complete with a spoon and fork and then arrange them on the dining table.
Nimble mama began to spoon fried rice into the plate while screaming calling papa who somehow every morning is always more busy dressing up than mama and me.
“Serin, later papa can not pick you up ya home school”
“Why pa?” I am not the one who answered my father, but my mother
“Papa must check the development of projects outside the city of ma” replied papa while bribing fried rice into the mouth
“Iya pa, later Serin can go home alone ride ojol kok”, I replied casually with a busy hand pouring orange juice into a glass
“No! later mama ask for help Mr. Amir aja to pick you” reject mama protective
“No need ma, sir Amir is tired of cleaning the park is still told to pick up Serina. Serina can kok ride ojol” answered me who was getting tired with my mother's protective attitude
“No excuse! mama doesn't like ah you ride that ojol. Mama is afraid that you will be kidnapped again” said the mother who began to digress, well this is how fate became the only child in the family
“Udah Ser, follow what mom says. Later let Mr. Amir who invited you home from school” I also only admire resigned sembail busy chewing fried rice in my mouth.
After devouring the breakfast made by mom, papa went straight to the garage to check the state of the car before it will be used to go out of town. It was me and my mom at the dinner table who were still busy finishing our fried rice.
“Oh yes Ser mama forgot to say”
“What ma?”
“Tomorrow after Lusi same aunt Gunhoo want to move to Korea”
“You are on vacation ma?”
“Not, move to stay settled there”
“Loh why ma? How do Gunhoo keep working?”
“His grandmother Saemi was very ill and had to be hospitalized. So Aunt Lusi had to go there to take care of her grandmother Saemi and om Gunhoo had to take over the management of her grandmother's restaurant Saemi. About work, om Gunhoo has resigned a week ago from papa” office
“Kok new mama love me now anyway? His plan to move was long. Saemi goes to Korea ma?”
“That's what mama wants to see you, Saemi doesn't want to move to Korea. Do you know the reason for Saemi? So from tomorrow Saemi will stay with us here”
“Iyasih ma, very nice if Saemi moves there. There was no one Saemi knew. He lives here with us”
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“I go in first ya pa” pamitku while kissing the back of papa's hand
“Oh yes, do not forget Ser later if you have finished school kabarin mama to be picked up with Mr. Amir. Watch out if you insist on riding ojol, papa lessin your pocket money”
“Iya papa” I replied briefly as I opened the door and rushed down from the car
“Be careful not to speed”, I said as I waved at papa's car which slowly began to walk away from the school gate
After papa's car disappeared from sight, I also began to step my foot into the school gate. There are still a few children who come to school, it is only natural that this is still too early. If not the first day of entry after a long semester break, I will not go to school this early.
“Serina.....” shouted a woman as I was about to take my foot up the stairs connecting the first floor with the second floor
“Alea, you're embarrassing early in the morning. Don't you see you're now the center of attention of the kids?” I said in panic while glaring at Alea who was even smirking innocently
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I was a pretty popular kid at school. Many of my friends or teachers praised me either because of my beautiful looks or my achievements are quite proud.
Even so, I am a person who is covered with others. During school here I was only close friends with Alea who was my best friend in 10th grade and now.
No one knew about the side of me that was infatuated with romance novels and the side of me that craved the presence of a white riding prince in my life, including Alea.
In everyone's eyes, I was the ambitious boy Serina who visited the library to read a book at rest and the boy Serina who always rejected dozens of guys who expressed feelings for him coldly. From there came speculation that I was a child who was not interested in anything but lessons, including men.
In fact, I also really crave the presence of a prince in my life. I also want to feel the romance of the High School boy as it is always told in every novel I read. But what I want is not a guy who approaches me just to look cool for getting a cold girl like me. Moreover, the one who approached me just to be used as betting material.
I don't need a man like that, all I need is a man with mature mind that I can talk to in any case. A man with a high attitude of responsibility who loves me not only because of the advantages I have. But the man who also loves every deficiency in me can then help me remove that deficiency through the advantages that exist in him.
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“We sit in front of aja ya Al, kayak kemaren” year
“By the hell, but not in front of the teacher's desk ya Ser. You are good if appointed a teacher to know about being able to answer directly, am I?”
“Hahaha, yes-yes you only choose an important bench still in front of ya Al”
“Ah! deket window here only Ser, so good if bosen can see the scenery iniluar”
“Bole”
Tired of waiting for the first hour to start, Alea and I chose to go to the cafeteria to buy a snack. Arriving at the canteen, I was surprised because so early the canteen bench was filled with children who might not have time to eat breakfast at home. It's only natural that I feel astonished to see this scene, because this is the first time I've gone to the cafeteria so early.
“Mbak Yati I bought potato chips one yes, same mineral water one” I told one canteen trader
“This neng, a total of ten thousand ya” bright mbak Yati while holding out a package of black crackle to me
After giving money to Mbak Yati, I decided to sit on one of the empty canteen benches because I had to wait for Alea who was currently busy queuing to buy a serving of batagor mang Ayus. I don't know if I'm also surprised at Alea, she might buy bricks this early.
“Eh Serina, tumben already kekantin early in the morning gini” asked one of my friends astonished. Naturally, who would not be surprised to see a Serina in the canteen this early.
“Eh Yes Lau, from bosen wait for the doorbell. So kekantin aja all you buy ciki” obviously I short on Laura who came to sit next to me
“Oh yes Ser, you have been horrified not yet if we will come new students?”
“Murid new? Yes, this year there are students in class 10 Baru” also surprised. I really swear I wasn't acting stupid this time
“Okay, my God is fair. You are sparingly connected with lesson problems, but the problem of ginian remidi parah”
“Eh is a new student how?”
“That's it, so Reno was going through the teacher's room before class. Well he accidentally saw there were students who wear uniforms from other schools. It must be a new student, right?”
“Oh, transfer student do you mean? Tell dong from the beginning I will be confused”
Finally I had to listen to Laura's chatter that either told me about anything since sitting down earlier. I just nodded my head as I occasionally answered her questions, if I wrote everything that was told I might be able to publish a novel. Up to Alea's presence with a batagor pack in her hand and the sound of a bell coming in saved me from Laura's long speech this morning.
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“Ser, about our homeroom this time who is it?” asked Alea curiously as a wry wiggly looked towards the classroom door
“Lack of knowing also Al, which is definitely not Mr. Kasim. Kan Pak Kasim has become our homeroom teacher in class 10 kemaren” said me casually while removing the notebook from the bag. Well this is the first day of school after the semester break, of course I have no textbooks to prepare. So while waiting for the homeroom teacher to come in, I took out a notebook and a pencil case from my bag for later on I would use to record the lesson schedule
“May our homeroom teacher this time Bu Diyan deh” Alea said while longing
Fifteen minutes passed since the bell went off. But there's no sign of a homeroom teacher coming in. The class that had calmed down earlier finally slowly started to become rowdy.
My classmates were busy telling me about their experiences during the semester break. Some are bragging about their vacation abroad, some are going to his favorite idol concert or complaints because they are not invited to go on his parents' vacation.
Hearing the class noise that made my head dizzy, I also took out the airpods and hp from my uniform pocket. I had just finished connecting the airpod to my ears and intending to play a song from my playlist, I heard faint footsteps walking towards my class which then thwarted my actions to
listening song.
“Morning children” greet the owner of the sound of footsteps when entering the classroom
“Sorry, I'm a little late for class. Because this morning I had to help complete the administrative process of Baru” students he said with a distinctive voice and managed to make the entire class cheer with excitement.
I don't know what makes them cheer up. Is it because our homeroom teacher this time Bu Diyan - a young teacher who is beautiful and good as an angel - or is it the words of Diyan who said there will be new students at this school.
Speaking of new students, I remembered one of Laura's jokes this morning on the bag about new students. It's also great that he can find out all the latest information at this school.
“Wah, his new student boy mom? Class 11 what class 12 bu?” asked Alea, right in my ears. I don't know what makes him this big, if only he wasn't my best friend I'd have his mouth shut in socks
“Quiet, that's why I got late for class this morning. Because the new student will join us in this class” said bu Diyan who managed to make the class boisterous for the second time this morning
“Come please enter” invite Bu Diyan to the child who may have been standing in front of the classroom door without our knowledge
The sound of footsteps began to be heard greeted by the appearance of a bright white handsome man with a firm posture in front of the classroom. I don't know what sight I'm seeing right now. Is he really a human being, or an angel who is disguised to earth as I often watch in dramas.
I don't know, the clear presence of the figure in front of the class managed to make all the female students in my class scream with excitement. Of course the loud voice was still held by Alea. Right now I'm really bothered about not being able to enjoy the view in front of the class due to Alea's loud voice.
“Quiet, kids. Don't be so noisy. You want the principal?”
“OK, please introduce yourself”
Silent
“Arka, please” said bu Diyan again while nudging the shoulder of the new child who may have been a little daydreaming or nervous so as not to hear the words of bu Diyan to introduce themselves
“Oh, Hello friends introduce my name Arka Giandra Putra, you can call me Arka. I am a transfer student from Nusa Bangsa High School. Greetings everyone, hopefully we can be good friends for the next year”
Somehow I felt something strange in me after seeing and hearing the voice of the child who turned out to be called Arka. I don't know, because he's the most handsome student I've ever met. Or did he get into the criteria of the candidate of the white riding prince that I had been craving for? I don't know, but he certainly caught my eye the first day we met.