W A K T U
4 | Please Say If It's A Dream!

I kept silent for a moment, collecting the life that had been left in the dream pelupuhan earlier. Then squirm for a moment to stretch the muscles.

Ah, what dream did I have. Usually I always remember my dreams last night, but tonight in an instant I even forgot all about what happened yesterday.

Wait a minute, I remember.

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July 16, 2011.

Today is a fun day—should—because today is the 2nd day in my eight months in third grade. New lessons, new books, new class scents, and some new friends. Just a few—that's enough for me—because I'm not used to it and have never had the experience of having many friends to this day.

Sometimes I imagine what it's like to be surrounded by friends and laugh out loud without hiding a thing or two.

Really fun.

TWOAKK!

My imagination stopped when something hit my right temple. Something the size of one head, "Aw, sick tauk!" I shouted at anyone who seemed to be parking things into my head.

"Sorry!" shouted a man who was far above me, "Eh, your head is bleeding! Let's go to UKS!" the man panicked and immediately pulled my hand into the school building.

Wait, what's this beating? My heart pumps blood faster and stronger than ever. Please, anyone save my heart!

I scrutinized the appearance of the young man in front of me without losing control of the item in detail. From his stature—tobody strapping, high up, and his way of walking full of authority—for sure he's the upperclassman.

"It hurts a lot, huh? I'm sorry" he looked at me.

I gasp. Ah yes, he is handsome, my inner self.

"Hello? Deck?" his hands were fluttered right in front of my face.

Astagfirullah, what the fuck was that.  You're still third grade, Edel! I slapped my cheek, trying to take off the demon that was trying to get inside my head.

"Heh, you're still having a headache playing slap!" this upperclassman immediately pulled my hand and held it, "Ck, what school is this sports hall, anyway? Daritadi didn't meet his UKS."

I frowned, only to realize that the pain in my head had been taken over by the pounding in my heart, "Eung ... Sis, we're like the wrong building, huh. UKS is in building C, right?"

This upperclassman patted his own forehead, "Ah, oh," he averted his eyes, seemingly embarrassed, "I just moved here last month. Hehe,"

"Let's run," he said.

"Well, by the way," this upperclassman let go of his grasp, "You want to be able to go to class by himself?"

Well, the coupling is over, unconsciously my lips form a downward arch.

"E—del?" this brother frowned while trying to smile, "Canda, don't be sad. Rest is still a long time, too."

"Huh? Do you know my name?"

He was still smiling and moving his chin towards the embroidery of the identification marks on my uniform.

I glanced at my uniform and scratched the nape that wasn't really itchy, "Oh."

A hand outstretched, he smiled, "Female. Angga Dibaskara's. Class 6B. Edelweis, right? What class?"

"Third grade."

Brother Angga smiled. We both (trying) to enjoy the silence we created ourselves.

But my heart is tyduck silent, viewer:) Please, this is very, very-very-awkward-once!

"Em, I think something is wrong, yes" Angga circled around with his gaze, then stopped at me, "OH YES! YOUR WOUND BELOM WAS REPENTED!"

I patted the forehead. It's as if there's something to do, "Oh, yes. Yes, I am alone. Brother went back to class," I said as I pushed slowly Kak Angga's body.

It's not good to linger with this upperclassman.

Then I heard someone calling, "Female! I've been waiting for you since. To UKS? Why?" that's a female voice.

"No pa-pa, I threw the ball to the class. As for him," Angga replied, "Ck, no need .. he doesn't pa-pa."

The sound disappeared in the hallways.

Looks like Angga already has a girlfriend. Yeah, nevermind.

I'm breaking my body. Unfortunately, skipping an hour of lessons turned out to be quite fun. Sleep on your back in the UKS with warm tea on the nightstand next to the bed.

Geck, tok, tok!

"Excuse me, assalamu 'alaikum," I said to Bu Tiwi who was standing facing the blackboard.

"Oh, Edel? From UKS? That's why your head is plastered?" tanyakanya.

"Oh, hit the ball, ma'am. Hehe," then I sit on my stool.

Wait for.

Why everything—especially the women—looks at me .. Like I was a creature sent from Jupiter to their class.

Is there something in my head?

Then I heard a whisper, "Eh, uh, was she really saying, Sister Via she's flirting with her boyfriend?" that's Lala's voice.

Please, if the whispers of his voice are conditioned. That sounds very, very obvious, Lala Pintar.

I snorted, trying not to be bothered by the stories between students of SD.

But failed.

"Ck, got hit by the ball. Wrong himself he stood in the middle of the field," said—should I say 'whisper'?—Katarine.

I didn't even know I could stand there, I replied in my heart.

"He wants to get the ball at the very least. S-e-n-g-a-j-a," Vivin chimed in.

Uh, good! Get a ball whichever one wants!

But the barrage of sarcasm continued until the bell came home.

By the way, how do they know? From Sister Via? Not likely. He never met me. Brother Angga? It seems impossible.

But those innuendo and cynical gazes still lasted an entire day.

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Ah, I regret having remembered (almost) the whole story that day. Luckily, Edgar was always waiting for me to come home.

Ah, that adorable big-cheeked kid. Where is he now? The boy used to have taunted me early in the morning before dawn.

"Ed, Edgar....," I started down the mattress— which felt lighter and easier to get off. I also feel my legs are higher than usual.

Wait, sec.

Why did my room decor change ... It looks so simple and everything is sea blue.

Blue is always refreshing.

But this room looks different!

I walked up to the nightstand next to the study table.

Whatisthis? my mind as I stared at the set of makeup equipment. I grabbed one of the things there. BB creams? Whatisthis?

Hold still. Looks like this mirror wasn't in my room before.

I glanced at the thick books lined up on the shelf. My pandngan stopped when an impossible title was here.

CHEMISTRY for SMA/MA grade XI

Chemical?

No. gabe. What's worse, CLASS XI?!

Justjust please. There were too many surprises this morning. I didn't want my heart to stop working all of a sudden, so I decided to confirm further, "Edgar?" I said.

I opened the door to the room. Mother has put on a waist-rigged pose. I smiled broadly, and soon Mother will say; Edel!! When do you want to sleep?! Cepet wake! At seven o'clock, the sun is up! Edeoell!!

"Gell!! Good thing you woke up, yeah, you! Take a shower! After that eat! The sun is awake! Scribbles!"

Well, it looks like my perpetual alarm is a little modified because I'm out of the room.

"Edgar Belom woke up, huh, Mommy?" my many.

Mother was even surprised—exactly very, very surprised. Her eyes widened, her shoulders were slightly shaken, and she began to regress regularly, "E—del?" he said, "You've had a dream about Edgar? Ah, we're going to his grave on Friday. Calm down," Mother tried to speak calmly.

This time I was surprised.

Fridays.

Edgars.

And tombs.

Those three words successfully made me want to quickly wake up from this nightmare.

Anyone, help me!

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This dream is stranger than I thought. I suddenly became a XI-class High School student and all my notes were filled with strange, hard-to-draw creatures; , ∑, ∫, <TAG1>, , , ⁇ , and other creatures.

Not to mention the discussion of physics formulas (part of the IPA lesson) that makes the head dizzy instantly. Is High School Lesson this complicated?

In fact, the classmate had laughed earlier when I was suddenly called guru—from his emblem written Tuti Warsiwati, S. Pd.—to solve the 'torque(?)' thing'.

Just crazy. When Bu Tuti was busy explaining about tau sin theta and so on, I could only hold my head and nod in mock understanding as Bu Tuti rolled his gaze towards me.

I can't ask— or even talk to—anyone because everything looks foreign.

And, voila! I hit the jackpot at a very, very precise moment.

That afternoon I could only hold my head and keep quiet in class, who knew I would fall asleep and return to my proper life.

"Dell? Why are you crazy today? Electricity pole sniff just left?" Ranira D... (whatever it is printed on his emblem) touched my shoulder, the ripples of his face were very dramatizing, "Yet I'm still joking with you, you're still sane, why are you going crazy now, Del?"

Shall I show you that what looks crazy here is him?

"Why are you, huh?" I frowned.

"Ck, you're really Edel, right? Don't be so cute, huh! There is no PR today!" a girl in a ponytail sat on my desk in a very polite style.

I could only put on a confused face seeing eight people gathered around my desk.

"Edles? Don't kidnap me, yeah!" chubby-cheeked girl wiggled my head, as if something was controlling my brain.

"Ck, what are you doing, anyway?!" I clasped his hand. I guess I can't joke today.

This dream is too .. I can't even put words together anymore.

"DELLANELL!!!" a scream emerged from the mouth of the classroom door, revealing a shoulder-length girl who was running in an indecent fashion towards me.

What else is this?

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Tbc.

Oh, what a little Edel:v can anyone help?:v

Sorry, new update:"(stack task, cuy:"(

Btw, can anyone call the names of the symbols that were called Edel?

This is Edelweis (SMA). Cute, but not as cute as it looks.