A HEART THAT IS STILL TRAPPED IN THE PAST
Featured Class Child
After the morning prayer was over we went back to class to start the lesson, the first subject was mathematics. I'm quite smart in this field, the proof is that classmates will always ask me if they don't understand a little.
We waited for the teacher to arrive and start explaining the materials for today, like yesterday Daren always turned his back on me and started talking to me again.
This time he asked me to explain about the homework I had done, I only granted his request. Explain to her while pointing my pen to my book.
I don't know how many minutes I used to explain to Daren about the subject, which was obvious after that I raised my head and I found that smile again clearly on his face.
“Kids collect your homework, Mom will check it for a while after that we quiz,” Master put his stuff on the table and then start to accredit our presence.
The class then becomes a bit chaotic, Teacher is a young one-child woman, a teacher who was just accepted into the school after the previous teacher retired.
A classmate raised his hand to ask; “Teacher, your previous meeting did not say that there will be a quiz.”
“Do I have to let you know if I want to do something?” Teacher asked.
The other student then replied;
“Teacher, we have no preparation for quiz.”
Teacher stared at the whole class, “Then, what did you guys do yesterday? Who does homework in school?!”
the whole class was silent, no one wanted to talk anymore. The teacher then began to examine the results of our work, the teacher divided the arrangement of the book into two parts.
The teacher then looked at us all and spoke; “Who has just done a job at school? Imitate the work of classmates.”
Classmate “.... ”
“Nobody wants to confess? Then, I'll ask. Daren, didn't you finish your homework?”
I looked at Daren's slightly jerked back, then heard him speak honestly, “Sorry teacher, I had a little trouble working on question number three so I asked Rafaella for help to guide me this morning.”
Master then looked at me, “Is that so? He didn't copy your work, did he?”
I just nodded, “No Teacher, we discussed yesterday via SMS but it was a bit difficult for us.”.
“Alright, I understand. It's a good start when you form a study group. Now, those who do homework at school will mother to reduce their value, will not be the same as those who are ready from home.”
A student protested the teacher's decision, but the teacher did not respond just to look at the student and then take a marker and write some questions on the board.
“Prepare your paper, and work during lesson hours.no cooperation, if until it happens you get rotten eggs.”
"... ”
Classes get noisy, we work on the problems that are already on the board while the teacher starts to give value to our homework. After a long time, the paper replicates were gathered and Master called the class leader to return our homework.
The class became noisy again, as the students compared the value of their final assignment. Indira and I also check each other's work, our points only differ by two numbers.
“Uh, isn't this the same? Why are our points different?” I asked clearly it was (x) not (r).
“Teacher may not be able to distinguish your writing, from my clear view it is (r) not (x)”
“Is that so?” I touched my chin, thinking.
“Let me see... ” I stopped thinking when I heard Daren speak. He took my paper and looked at it for a moment, then said the sentence that made my heart pierced; “It was indeed (r) instead of (x), it seems that you wrote too fast that it became a chicken claw.”
Basic don't know Thank you! I helped him this morning but now he's replying to me like this? By mocking my writing. Yes, I know that my writing is not neat, but can't he say it when I'm not in place?
I turned to her again, with my frustration, “What, sih!”
“No, don't do anything like that again, ” Daren's tone of voice surprised me again, he why the hell?
I still do not understand, he then briefly smiled thinly and then patted the top of my head slowly, “Are you going to recollection later?”
“Um? Why are you asking, isn't this a school event?” I'm just asking back.
“No, forget it.”
After saying that, Daren turned around and began to pay attention to the blackboard again.In the meantime, I still faithfully looked at his back.
I glanced at Indira and asked her; “She why the hell?”
“Don't ask me,”
“....”
Are any of my words making her bad mood again? Sometimes I can't be sure what Daren wants, his attitude changes sometimes, and it confuses me.
After class, I saw Daren leave the classroom with his friends. I had just finished tidying up my desk after chatting with Indira, we did not head to the cafeteria as usual as we brought lunch from home.
The classroom seemed calmer as it was taking a break, some of the students gathered together to start their conversation, and the students played soccer on the field, right in front of our classrooms. A classmate came up to my desk, she's one of the girls who likes to hang out with other girls.
“Hey, Rafaella..” say hello to me.
“What's up, Ursula?” my many.
He approached me who was sitting on a chair beside my desk, then whispered “Hey, do you really know Putra?”
Huh, Son? Wh who? I frowned staring confusedly at Ursula, to ask her to explain further.There were many people whose name was Son, knew. The son of the headmaster's son, the son of the next class, or the brick seller mas whose name is also Mas Putra.
“That's you, son of class VIII.1... ” I blinked hearing it, since when does the seeded child have a member named Putra?
“Hah, I don't know, you may be the wrong person. I don't know him.”
“What yes? But this morning when you guys haven't returned to class, she was looking for you know.”
Whaaat! Seeking me? What business is the flagship looking for me? I rarely chatted with them, except during morning worship. That's right, I only know some of the top grade kids don't know all of them.
“Maybe, another Rafael. I remember another class also there was a Rafael, exactly his name was Rafaelsky..”.
“But what was sought was Rafaella not Rafaelsky know... ”
“No, surely it was the wrong person..”
My sentence hung as a familiar voice rang out in my ear, calling my name out loud until it made them stop their activities for a moment.
“Hah!!” I went into a frenzy of involuntarily screaming, winking five times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How could this one be here anyway?
Shouldn't she be out of town with my grandmother's brother?
I walked out of the classroom, approaching the boy. My hands were pulled and I was held tight until I could barely breathe.