W A K T U
8 | Computers

"So?"

I snorted, "Yes ... shadow this is a hexagon," I drew an equilateral hexagon on the paper with a line connecting each diagonal, "Now, if it's digiinikan so there are six triangles. How tall was it?"

"10 cm."

"Well, so if the hexagon's height is 10 cm, what's the height of the triangle?"

Zenith gave a crisp laugh, revealing both dimples in her cheeks, "5 cm, Mother!"

I also laughed, "Just like the title of the movie," I muttered.

"Huh? What movie?" Vivin frowned.

Eh?

When is a 5cm movie, anyway?

"No-no. It's a movie in a story I've read that's about good friendship, really," I said.

"KKP?" Nia who was serious about discussing problems in the package book began to change the topic of ngalor-ngidul.

"Huh? Nope. That's .. gatauya sodara," I replied origin. Never had a book minjem with sodara.

"Oh."

I was pointing at, "Udah, already. Want to teach?"

The nine people in front of me nodded.

Then, here we are. Sitting in a circle with various papers and books piled up irregularly in our midst. Study at six in the morning.

Very intend.

All the women in my class agreed to study together in the library with me; an impromptu tentor. On my right, Zenith was busy looking for answers from one of the questions, as were Vivin, Fira, Valen, and Kiran who lined up beside her.

On my left again. Katarine was busy reading the KKPK and had absolutely no intention of joining. Nia and Citra who originally intended and eager to learn, even chatted with people ranging from KKPK to takoyaki which was just sold in the front canteen. Nala was even engrossed in nyemilin as if it had its own world.

Me?

I was busy doodling without interest in the sheets about what should be done. Unconsciously wandered far away.

About who Meimei chose, huh? Mail what Ipin? But if Ipin has taken Upin the same? Susasnti has pedekate with Jarjit.

The rainy season is delicious to poke, let alone its many bean sauce.

Uh, if I sing "I Love You 3000" about how, huh? Why do I think I'm psychic maybe? Hahaahaha.

Why is meatballs bulleted? Not that boxy or star, it's funny.

How was the creation of rendang, huh? What experimental result was accidentally like a bubbling soap?

And other random thoughts.

"Oi, Edel!" nala was right in front of me. This girl has not changed since the first SD, hobbies ngaggetin people. Random is the same as me.

"Huh? What?!" I immediately stood up and dropped the books from above my thigh.

They laughed, "Snap, bells!" Kiran as the calmest woman wagged her hands, telling us to pack.

"Yes, Mamih. Bawel," chirped Katarine who nagged while tidying up her things.

I smile.

There should be chaos this morning.

I wasn't invited to study with—it's no problem for me because I'm not interested in friend bonding and so—and leave at normal hours to class.

Unfortunately, there was an uninvited guest on my desk.

There was a sea of colorful gum there, with the caption: May you come to the remedies later. Happy learning^^^.

I was busy nagging in my heart and cursing at anyone who acted like this.

"Thank you for your welcome and prayer. I will also be a learning spirit" I said as I pulled out a tissue and a paper tear, plucked gum there, and threw it into the trash beside the door.

This morning was quite calm and no one bothered me to study alone. Before—

Braakk!!

The classroom door opened violently. Fira came while stomping her feet, "Who cocked my pen?! Why you?!"

Ah, start again.

The girl approached me. His chin was pulled upwards with a cynical and condescending look, "You, right?"

"Huh?"

Please I don't know anything. Why should I be blamed?

Fira pulled one end of her lips, "Ck, don't pretend."

Then both of his hands pushed against my desk. He's got something in there.

"Here," he pointed to a tiny pink ballpoint pen with a little cat hanger, "My bullpen" he continued.

I snorted softly, "Oh, are you accusing me? I just left and you came first. You were sitting here yesterday too, right?"

Haha. Edelweis, how dare you speak.

Fira frowned, "Oh, have you dared to talk?"

I gulped.

"Try to see my bag. Whereabouts? Nothing, right?"

I circled my gaze around all corners of the classroom, trying to avoid those pitying gazes at once.

Niente.

Unfortunately, Fira takes on the role of the cunning fox.

If Katarine treats me with rags and corners me with all my arguments without a second thought, Fira behaves more elegantly—read: cocky—dan structured. He always has evidence to make sure I'm guilty.

And that day, that,

Not as good as the morning I thought.

Sometimes, I feel lucky to jump time through dreams, to this day.

At least, I can turn a day that should be gloomy and dark here and there into a little light, a little fun.

But I feel bad and evil because I cannot prevent bad things that happen to my friends.

Because I knew first.

Not my fault either, anyway. I don't know when it started and why.

Fira reached into her bag with a frantic face ripple. Her white face turned red, "Eh, you know my pen?"

We shook slowly.

"Try searching first" Zenith gave a suggestion.

Fira nodded quickly without any intention to listen. His hands were busy dropping all his stuff onto the table, "Udah! But no ...," she almost cried.

Kiran approached the girl, "Slow down .. first look for the real one,"

I was busy looking too. It should have been under my desk, but nothing.

"How's the bullet?" my many.

"That .. it's pink. Small-time. There's a hello kitty."

Then, my gaze turned to the five men who were playing hot wheels in the back of the classroom.

Yeah, hot wheels. Complete with orange racing arena.

Next time I'll tell you about how magical the inhabitants of this class are.

Now find the ball.

The direction of my eyes was on Nadir who held back a laugh while occasionally glancing at Fira who was panicking.

Well, the perpetrator detected.

"God!" Zenith pounded Nadir's back hard until he grimaced a little.

I grimaced too, it seemed really sick.

"You're the one who snuggles, right? My name!" zenith. This dimpled girl was fierce as well.

Nadir even fun to play, not too concerned about Zenith who was busy babbling. The other four men also refused to speak up.

Zenith kicked Nadir's small leg before moving on

towards Nadir's red bag.

The girl unzipped the zipper, then spilled everything there.

The contents are not very important; hot wheels, uno cards, and some robotic toys.

There were only three useful textbooks there.

Nala who passed by laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! That's Nadir's school intention isn't it, anyway? Ahahaha!"

The next day, I continued to walk around the class while eating chiki.

Yeah, just going around class. No intention of helping Fira find her ball. It's just Nala emang.

Zenith's eyes were rounded. There's a pink, tiny ballpoint pen, and a hello kitty cat hanger.

"FIRAAAA!! THE BALLPEN MEET!!" zenith shouted, "Tuh, the culprit," the girl pointed at Nadir who could only put on a pias face.

Starting this morning, Fira and Nadir are officially in the cold war.

With me, Nala, Nia, Citra, and Katarine spontaneously becoming a hurrah team at the edge of the classroom while chiki.

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"Hoaahhhmm ...,"

"The dream of Edel could be the ringtone bell of the school, deh," chirped Bagas who passed in front of me, "Btw, it was less ban—"

"YES YES, OH! GEEZ!" whining Bagas was bowed because his head had been all-out.

I let go of both my hands. There is no point in dealing with this one creature, "Once again bother me, I make sure you do not go to school tomorrow," I threatened in a lower voice than usual. Trying to be cold and make the opponent's guts shrivel.

Or don't.

Because Bagas shrugged his shoulders as he shouted around the classroom, "WOEEE THERE'S A NEW MAUNG CALLED EDELWESSS!! I'M STRONG I LIKE BISSTRONG!!"

I sighed, somehow feeling sorry for the man. Never been sane for a day.

Now the hours of rest and midterms—ujian is only in our class and some other different classes tiers— just finished five minutes ago. And the break was extended to an hour because this week was an exam.

Although the exam cannot affect the fifteen humans here to try to study harder.

Well, there are people who do study every day like Kiran, Citra, and Nia. However, they giggled in the back of the class while discussing things I could not hear from here.

I tried to go back to sleep. Although in fact it failed because of the screams that were behind the class.

Our class does provide a lot of facilities because this class is an acceleration class. There are bookshelves lined up behind the classroom. Lockers large enough beside the classroom to accommodate our belongings, each child was given a key. Then, the cup was lined up inside the shelf beside the door. And three computers that were next to the cup shelf. In fact, the other acceleration classes occupied by the upperclassmen had a two-door refrigerator inside.

I approached the three, "Main what?"

It was Bara who first realized I was, "GTA."

"Oh."

"Eh, uh that's a shot!" I said enjoy this game.

"Well, no, right" the three of us were disappointed.

"Whispering," the voice came from the next computer run by Katarine, "Can it be? I'm making a fieldtrip report yesterday."

Gilang chuckled softly, "It's new to the train now?"

"Whispering."

"Where's your laptop going?"

"damaged. Generated again. Udah, ah, bother."

My attention has become distracted since the word 'report' was pronounced, "Eh, the report was stacked when?" tanyaku nudged Gilang's shoulder.

"Em, the day after tomorrow," he replied, "Why? Belom make?"

I immediately cleared my throat, trying to calm down, which in fact even panicked itself, "EH? JUST NOW!"

"Diem!"/"Diem!"

"Cieee ... Tito was the same Tarin ..," Bagas who appeared out of nowhere immediately whistled while playing his eyebrows up and down.

Nyebelin.

"You guys are napa, anyway? Just interrupt!" Katarine tried to focus on her report.

But failed.

Because the girl went up and grabbed Bagas' hair with a grim.

"OH? OH MY GOD, RIN! GEEZ!"

"Sst, already. Bagas, there to the canteen buy what cake it is, Tarin cepet report is completed," I said shaking hands to drive Bagas away.

Fortunately, the man complied and skipped outside the classroom.

The atmosphere is better without Bagas. Bara, Gilang, and Tito refocused on the game and I pulled up a seat near Katarine.

Intention wants to see the report of the sweet girl in comparison to the report of mine.

However, the girl instead closed the Microsoft Word application and opened another document on her flash.

"White Dress?"

Katarine glanced at me, "Eh? You saw, huh?"

"What's that?"

"That's .. I'm trying to write a novel, hehe. But the balloons are done," he replied timidly.

"Eh?? Look dong!" I became more enthusiastic.

"Don't! Belom finished," the girl hurriedly closed the documents that appeared on the screen.

"Liat," persuaded me by winking many times.

Katarine was doubtful.

"Miline ...,"

"Ck, yes! But don't be fooled!" he reopened the document.

"Yeah! Won't!"

I read the story slowly. Pretty good. Although the language does not use much majas and 90% use the word denotative.

"It's about the kingdom, huh?"

Katarine nodded in spirit, "Yes! It's a story of power struggles in the British Empire. So, from the first girls in the kingdom can not hold the throne. Gotta be a guy."

"Keep the 17th-born king had four children, two boys, two girls. The girl, the one chatty, sloppy, wants to win by herself. The other one is calm, but likes to hesitate. Well, that guy's been married to all but that girl's a bellow."

Katarine cleared her throat, "Then. All the members of the kingdom who died were covered in blood. Guess who killed him?"

I raise an eyebrow, "Which hesitates?"

Katarine smiled, "Wait for the story to finish. Hehe,"

I pinched her waist in a fit of anxiety, "Not trying to do that,"

"Hehe. But really your answer."

I put my thumb and index finger in front of my chin, "Who was it. Edel," I said up and down my eyebrows.

"God,"

We laughed.

What followed was that my attention was distracted by an unused computer beside us.

Since Junior High, when I was reading the novel Earth Man, I suddenly felt inspired to write. So, I took part in some small races in our city and didn't win.

Hehe.

I often go to the finals.

And starting High School, I was writing, writing whatever I wanted to send to the online race I saw. Until the race was over, one word I accepted: win.

And then I always write, write, and write.

So, if I speed up fate by writing here, that's okay, right?

Anyway, it's just a dream.

I pressed the on button on the CPU and started writing.

The question is, what is good?

I widened my eyes. It was as if there were incandescent lights burning overhead and sending out inspiration.

"Wak-tu .. and Du .. nia in your Palms," my murmur dictated the title that suddenly appeared.

I kept writing and struggling with computers as if I were in my own world.

Unconsciously, Katarine, Bara, Tito, and Gilang pay attention to my writing word for word.

"Wow," the voice broke my concentration.

I turned around and was surprised to find a small group behind me, "Why are you guys?"

"Rapaine again? Daritadi you dikte your own writing," Gilang pointed at the computer screen with his chin.

"Ah? Oh,"

"Good, really," Katarine spoke while giving her thumbs up.

Yeah, is. I should have gone to High School with 3rd grade SD.

I smiled clumsyly, inexplicably embarrassed myself, "Emm .. I went to the cafeteria first. Hehe, thanks,"

I need to get out of this situation.

"Have a sound," Nala approached us while occasionally sipping her orange ice, "Nih, drink mine if thirsty," he continued to push the plastic containing the yellow drink.

"Oh, thank you," I immediately accepted.

Good, sustenance.

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"Sister!"

I found a little boy standing in front of the school gate, "Edgar! Here!" call me to spread my arms wide.

The young man ran with small steps. How adorable.

I turned to Citra and Vivin beside me, "You guys why don't you go home?"

Vivin shook her head, "No. Later aja. Want to see Edgar," he said, supported by Citra's nod.

Since my first dream here, my classmates did get to know Edgar because the boy was always with my father to pick me up at school.

And as expected, the child was liked by everyone.

"Well brother!" Edgar waved his hands while in my arms. That made Vivin and Citra play Edgar's round cheeks.

"Ih, that's so funny."

"Gemessh."

The one inuyel-uyel smiled wider. Another with a child his age who tends to be uncomfortable made toys, Edgar instead enjoys his role as the center of attention.

"Curtain, you little boy," I murmured.

Edgar heard it and slapped me on the shoulder, "Ed is not a boy!"

I laughed, "Yes, yes. Nurut," I said, "Eh, which father? Why isn't there? Who are you here with?"

"Dad kelja. It was with Aunt Nulul" he replied. Then, the child asked to be dropped off and immediately ran to find someone.

"Del, we go first, yeah!" Citra and Vivin raised their hands.

I smiled, "Yes."

Undeterred.

I think something's wrong.

"Oh, Vin, Cit!" myrag. The two people turned to look at me, "We're not us! Suck it!"

Vivin and Citra nodded and walked towards me.

"Aw! How stabbed?!" my snoring doesn't take.

"You asked to be stabbed. There, Edgar went to the crossbar," and the two men quickly moved away before I returned with a kick.

I turned around, looking for the figure of Edgar running towards the open cafeteria that was in front of the main building.

"Sister! Come spiel!"

"Yes!"

I do not want this dream to die.

I don't want to go back.

🐾🐾🐾

Tbc.