DEAR
Episode 1's

The admission ceremony of the new students seems to have started as early as an hour ago. I'm late, again. Not that I was really worried just because I was late, but more because I had trouble finding my class line, because I didn't know anyone among them, except one class president. After much effort, I finally met. I slid just like that into a row, the sharp gaze of the class leader followed my footsteps which slowly straightened the body with the student standing in front of me, before finally the class president again noticed the headmaster who was roaring on the pulpit, ‘sermon’ a word to us all. The headmaster is a person who is quite familiar among cartoon-loving children, including me. You see, every time I look at it I always remember Shegy one of the stores in the cartoon Scooby Doo. He was thin and twisted, and over two meters tall and had a little beard on his face, plus a slender face with a hoarse voice almost the same as Shegy. It's my second year at school, which means I've got a younger sibling, horeee. You don't always have to call brother but now someone is calling me brother. Well, even though I never called brother to anyone, anyway

By the way, what do you think school is? If I think yes ..the school is a place where all the boring stuff gathers. Boring people are there, boring activities are carried out, as well as other boring objects. Such as books, pens, whiteboards, tables and chairs . although in other places there are also such objects, but it feels different when in school. But there's one more boring thing besides school, which is me. I'm not the one who said it, you know. But the people around me. People around me, anyone?

Oh yes, my name is Quinzha Leva. Want to know why my parents gave me such a beautiful name? The name currently known by. You see, my father was a big fan of French cuisine, every weekend he watched a show on television introducing all kinds of French cuisine, he was obsessed with French cuisine. Talk about French cuisine almost all the time and always praise how delicious French cuisine is. Ah, but actually he never tasted any kind of French cuisine! In Bima, there is no one who sells French cuisine. The ingredients are just weird, hard to come by. So to make it myself .. My mother gave up before trying. So, in order to stem the irrepressible drool of my father, my mother downloaded articles about French cuisine on the internet and had him taste her already printed-out pictures and, when I was born, she wrote, to treat his frustration he finally named me Quinzha Leva! Quin which means queen (actually Queen, but my father likes to paraphrase the word), and ‘Leva’ which according to him it comes from French which means ‘cookan French’. So the meaning of my name is (according to father) ‘queen French cuisine’. Huffffff. Just accept.

After the reception ceremony for the new students, we all entered the classroom. The math teacher entered the class and I slept throughout the lesson because my chair was in the corner of the class; at the very back, alone unknown (probably) and not knowing anyone (definitely!)─school head, homeroom and class president are exceptions─quite a lot. Sleep is the best way to overcome boredom. My IQ is below 50 when it comes to maths, I barely understand what the teacher is saying. So, I gave up on the first day I studied math in 1st grade. I think in this world the group of people who love math lessons are just glasses and two-piggyered hair, as well as loose shirts stuffed into their skirts or pants−or, smart beautiful girl? After the math lesson ends, the English teacher enters in the second hour. Two hours later, the school bell rang, I called the school bell with the bell, because it sounded like a church bell next to my house.

“You are late 1 hour 8 minutes today.” The class president always appears suddenly near me, always making a shock. “Other times don't repeat!” Further. That's why he's on the list of people I can remember his face.

“I understand!” I answered while looking out the window. I understand but that doesn't mean I won't be late again. The class president left me, ten minutes more history lessons, next boring lesson.

The history teacher entered the room, the sound of his shoes touching the floor resembled the sound of a horse's foot walking slowly on a paved road. The color of her dress was striking red with a short, knee-length skirt purple in color, from her body spreading the scent of a grave. His face was round and his eyes were round, wearing large round glasses. The color of her lipstick was bright red, her hair was shaved male as well as the bangs that covered her entire eyebrows making her look like, I don't know. But she has white skin and a beautiful slim body. A grace. And I'm pretty sure he's from pre-independence times because of his amazingly old shoes and bags, which are faded and unexciting.

“Good day students.” It is friendly but stiff. He still had problems adjusting to this age.

“Good morning Ma'am guru!” It's still morning, 11.30 in the morning category, right? The new teacher blushed in embarrassment and covered his face with tas─he really had a self-adjusting problem.

“My name is Tiwa!” Self-control is pretty good.

“HAHAHAHA!” And suddenly the whole class laughed, what's so funny? They're all out. Incredibly, seeing the new teacher felt very sorry, he looked at my classmates with teary eyes, obviously if it was the eyes of the person who was about to cry. Yet they all still laughed regardless of it. This is one of the cases where adults call it ‘ have no heart’.

“I ... Tiwa Macdugs” The new teacher said again as if whispering. Tiwa Macdugs!? Sounds like a dog name. I'll laugh like this, but it's a pity it's not my hobby. Laughter requires a lot of energy. And again, the sound of their laughter was all getting louder.

OHHHIMMMM!!!!

Someone finally broke up. That's the class leader. Instantly the class became silent, dashingly and confidently he stood up and placed his palms on the table−as in drama. “All of you, apologize to mom Tiwa!” Said the class chairman firmly, “Im sorry we are Bu,” he continued again while bowing his head full of service. In the end, only he did it himself. At least the class calmed down and I was able to get out of the annoying noise. Tiwa smiled. His bright face looked very strange, like a piece of hamburger.

Two hours passed, the last bell ringing. Tiwa taught history well, although several times she dropped markers in her hands due to trembling. But at the end of the meeting he gave us the task─sial! I just praised him.

“Dan ..” He said again before leaving class. “Quinzha Leva ..!”

He called! Pretend not to hear. “Quinzha Leva!” Again, very hard. Wh why?

“You called me?” I pretend I don't know.

“Yes! Called you. Can you help me get my books to the teacher's room?” Answer Tiwa. I think he just made a request of me, when he just met.

“No want!” Well you can also question a little bit about my personality. But why did he ask for help when he entered earlier he brought his own books. He was able to do it even without my help, strange.

“Ke-why don't you want to?” His face is rounded.

“Entah ..”

“But I want you to help me!” He said he forced.

“Why force?”

“No idea!”

Huh huh? Is he stupid or something? Inconveniencing. The sharp gaze of everyone was on me, inevitably I had to move, sometimes things like that can make me uncomfortable. “Alright!” I nodded slowly. Then we walked side by side towards the teacher room. I put Tiwa's books on the table. I can smell her really sharp perfume, why does it have to smell the grave? Could be .. oh so so. No, he's a zombie!

“Thank you for bringing me my books!”

“Ya!” I replied, taking a few steps back and preparing to escape. The woman from pre-independence times, when she died her corpse was preserved first and then some time ago someone performed a resurrection ritual. Principal, he must be the main culprit. He desperately seeks a substitute history teacher.

“What after this you will go straight home?” A suspicious question. It's like a question asked by the pimp in a plot to kidnap the girl who was alone on the way home. I shook my head. “What does Leva do after this?”

He knows my name. He's a zombie really─ah, of course he knows. “Learn!” My answer was short of wanting to quickly leave. My life is in danger.

“Learn? Group?”

“No!”

“Lalu ... what?”

“In extra class.” Honestly answered. I express what is on my mind when others ask. That was because my mind was only filled with the words ‘ya and not’ and a few other words needed to answer.

“Additional class? You're in extra class?”

“Ya!”

“So so .. It is fitting that you are often late to go home.” Huh huh? Whatdoes thatmean? “Then I will wait for you!” He said with a smile, a suspicious smile. Also, I don't understand what he means by ‘I'll be waiting for you’. But this really made me even more suspicious. He's trying to make me a zombie!

“Ke-why?”

“It's okay!” He smiled again. Fucking psychopath. Didn't he notice the change in the fearful expression on my face?

“I go!” I said as I walked out of the teacher's room.

“Bye!” I could see Tiwa waving her hand through the window. I survived, but it's not safe. Then I went back to class to get my bag.

“You're doing, can you be more polite?” The class leader confronted me.

“Hmmm?”

“You are rude and have no ethics!” Said. Then what about the others who laugh at Tiwa? What are they called? With an innocent face I left the class leader in a state of annoyance. People like him, just ignored. Then I walked down the school corridor past the other classes that started to empty into the room where I would get my extra lessons. A teacher I had never seen stood in front of an extra classroom. I think he's waiting for me. Extra classes are classes where non-smart people are placed.

“Quinzha Leva?” Greeting the teacher as soon as I got to the front of the class, I went into the classroom and he followed me.

“Ya!” I answered while putting my bag on the table.

“You have trouble finding this room?” Ask again.

“No!” My answer.

“Then do you have a reason to let us wait for you?”

“I didn't tell you to wait for me!”

“Ha ha ha.” They all laughed at my statement.

“I mean ... Tiwa told me to take his books to the teacher's room!” I clearly. Inconveniencing.

“Tiwa?” Ask again and again. And I guess I should explain. My explanation needs another explanation, it's exhausting.

“Ohhhh, good call!”

“That's his name!”

“Ha ha ha.” They laugh again.

“Ooooh!” The teacher said briefly, “I also think you might have trouble finding this class because I was lost too. You know this space is a little separate from the other room─and secluded!”

“No! Because last year I was also in this room!”

“HA HA HA HA!” This time they laughed out loud, even the teacher laughed. There were three rooms used for additional classes in this school, but they were all quite far apart from each other, for first grade, second grade and third grade. Each year the classes are used differently. It just so happened that an additional second class class was in this room. Same class as a year ago.

“Oke, you can relax now! We start with an introduction. My name is Abdul, you can call me Abdul. Not ‘Abdul’ miss Leva, but ‘pak Abdul’. I teach Biology as your homeroom teacher here. So, we'll meet often. Please work together!”

That was a brief introduction from Abdul. He began to accuse. Now I'm in an extra class I took last year, for a couple of reasons. This class is only followed by students with low IQs and often absent, which is essentially those who get a lot of red scores in the report are required to be here. My school has another way of dealing with less intelligent students─rough language ‘boh’. Not by making them miss the class but take additional classes after finishing with regular classes. Of course only until the value improves. Every three months an exam is held to measure the progress of students in additional classes, who score above 65% are no longer required to take additional classes, and the rest should stay here until it's really smart. And I was a new history in school─two consecutive years of taking extra classes.

Unfortunately again, after school Tiwa was actually waiting for me in front of the gate. All eyes are on me. It wasn't exactly me that was noticed, but Tiwa. Thanks to him, now I am in the turmoil of youth that is not easily overcome, because I do not like to be the center of attention. Moreover, Tiwa continues to shout at the world limited to the school parking area and school gate ‘see me’ with his appearance. He came to me, I was with him, of all the people in the world why should I?

What makes me even more clueless is why now my hungry body is in his car, in a zombie woman's car that travels through time, “Tiwa Macdugs”. Maybe because he pulled my hand and pushed me into his car, wouldn't it be like a kidnapping? But no one helped even though many had noticed, some of them were laughing and grinning, the grin I meant was smiling in confusion. Where he took me, I don't know. He obviously drove his car towards my house. Good coincidence, I just need to jump out of the car when I'm in front of the house, in case he doesn't have a gun to thrust into my head─or if he doesn't start showing his blood-sucking fangs. Do zombies have fangs? By the way, he hasn't stopped talking since.

“Even small children know that eating rice can make the stomach full. Hahaha!” Ahhh. I'm going crazy. “I also like hompimpa, because it's a fun game. When I was a kid I used to play it with my friend Lia, we used to go to rivers and rice fields to fish and sometimes swim. Moreover, the donut cakes sold in front of the station were very tasty, making me want to eat them right now. I'm getting very hungry. And ...” and bla bla bla bla .. I don't understand. Really don't understand. What the hell is he talking about? After hompimpa─sungai─kue donatdan─ THICKEN!

After about five minutes of walking, the car suddenly stopped. Miraculously, it stopped right in front of my house. The plan to jump out of the car is not so run, the safe way is to get out the normal way. “We're up!” He muttered after pausing to tell a story. And what does it mean ‘we get to’? Shouldn't he say ‘you've reached’ or ‘what is this your home?’ or ‘actually I am a very good guesser, so this must be your home!’ or ... ‘I am a zombie with paranormal powers!’ And I said too much the word ‘or’.

“Leva, come down!” He said friendly, I'm not getting eaten?

“Ya!” Reply confused. I went down in confusion.

“OK, then see you again!” Said. Tiwa started driving back. Leaving my yard, then his car entered the yard of the house next to my house and stopped in the garage. Tiwa got out of his car and got into the house. Could it be .. he has killed my neighbor? I feel all my hair goosebumps, seriously! I'm in danger. I hurried inside the house and locked the door.

“I'm home!” My greeting to my father who was watching TV in the living room.

“Oh Quin, how was your day?” Just say hello.

“As usual!” I replied lethargicly as I climbed the stairs to my room. “Quin again ..” My protest.

“Quin it is queen−”

“Whispering!” My whisper while running up the stairs left my father who was still explaining the meaning of Quin, as usual. I opened the door to my room, I can rest in my quiet world right now. But, what the fuck? My room is a complete mess. I don't remember leaving him in this state this morning.

“Oh Levann, are you home?”

“Kak Leva to join? We are−”

“Get out of my room now!” I said firmly. Although it sounded lethargic, but it was the sternest tone I had.

“Yakin not sorry?”

“No.”

“This limited offer youo.”

“Out.”

“Good good. Come on Qhaza we leave this little monk to be alone!”

“Boring!” Qhaza complained as he threw the pillow in his hand towards the window. Grateful the window was closed otherwise I had to go down and pick it up because it was a fairly cheap pillow, it would have been quickly damaged if it was thrown down seven meters down. And the two people I just drove out of my room were Qarima and Qhaza. They're both my father's and my mother's children, Lea. Qarima Lavega, she's a year older than me. We entered school the same year and were placed in the same class and went to school together. It only happened when we were in elementary school. But it's not anymore.

When I was first grade, Qarima was a flower while I was a grass, a grass that was stepped on and occupied when I saw a flower. She was a sunflower that bloomed beautifully, shining. Everyone liked him, he had many friends, he was smart and always ranked first and the teachers praised him. Qarima is very popular. In the midst of his popularity I became increasingly unpopular and gradually disappeared. Then at school we started to separate distances, distances were limited by his friends, he said, with a nature of solitude attached to me that didn't care when it happened and we started rarely going to school together until finally it never happened again. To this day. He is currently in the class. Although the story is like that, it does not mean we do not get along with─we just rarely talk. It's been a long time, not anyone's fault. I don't like to talk, it seems like since I was born. And Qarima has his own call for me ‘Levann’ and sometimes calls me ‘biksu’.

I still have another brother, Qhaza Dzulfikar. He's two years younger than me, dad says Qhaza is my sister and Qharima is my brother. That's how people read structures in families, right? Qhaza is quite a sensitive person with a few things, he gets angry easily when I mention about some of the items he is hiding. She kept a lot of undressed women's magazines in her room. I found out about his magazine about eight months ago when I was looking for my DVD he borrowed in his room. It made him quite shocked, man panicked when he was cornered. Thought it would be a big deal if mom found out. Which is actually the mother who first found it, under the bed. And somehow humans have the ability to store something valuable in a place that is in ‘belaw’.

Qhaza went to school one year early, just like me. This year she was in first grade High School, while Qarima and I were in second grade. The difference is, he is also popular like Qarima. Qhaza, a basketball captain at school, loves basketball just as much as he loves the magazines in his room. It's just that he's loved basketball since he was in elementary school and loved magazines since he was Junior High. He is quite smart like Qarima but not really smart like Qarima, being ranked second and third every year makes me call it ‘smart’ enough.

About us brothers, in school only a few people know. It's not that we hid it, it's just that we didn't have to announce it. It is not important and interesting to know the secrets of others, because the nature of man is only about himself. In addition, we never went to school together nor did we ever go home together, which is why almost no one knew. Except for some of his close friends Qarima who visit every two times in a month and some of his loyal friends Qhaza who come just to play games, although I never remembered what their faces and names were like.

Back to the present time. I fell asleep after Qhaza and Qarima came out of my room this afternoon. I slept until 6pm. From the kitchen I smelled a smell that was hard to explain, like onions and biscuits mixed in one container. That woman, this time what else did she do? When my stomach was hungry, I left the room and ran towards the kitchen. And I saw the whole family gathering in the dining room.

“Quinzha, are you awake?” What does it mean ‘built’? “I thought you were going to sleep long! Like a sleeping princess!” Said Father. “Sit down, I think you're hungry.”

“Ya,” I replied while sitting in a chair beside Qhaza.

“Lea today tried something again,” whispered Qhaza in my ear. I just kept waiting for Lea to serve food on the table. We called mother Leah, because father also called her Leah.

After two minutes of waiting, Lea finally put the cuisine she called food on the table. We all looked at him with a horrible blank look. “Lea, what do you call this time?” My father asked as usual.

“Sayur spinach biscuit soup!” She answered proudly with a sweet smile. How can vegetables and soup be in one container, it must be one of them vegetable or soup. And also, he had just mentioned the biscuits that were made into soup?

“Bau onion,” I said in a flat tone.

“GOD!” Strictly denied. “That onion skin!”

Woe! Woe! Clearly heard the others simultaneously asking, “KULIT ONION!?”

“Hmmm.” Answer with a nod.

“Then why is it purple?” Qarima asked, because what he called vegetables and soup is dark purple, and there are some plants that I do not know are swimming in it.

“So morning on television, her reporter said tulips have great benefits for the skin. Because it just so happens we have it in garden−”

“Then you put it in?” Cut Qarima. It was purple, it was a tulip.

“Of course. Am I not a genius?” Now he calls himself a genius. I believe the genius of Qarima and Qhaza comes from him and father, but his genius is slightly different from his genius of Qharima and Qhaza.

“He he he!” Qarima laughed out loud, “Lea wishes we ate it? Already tasted? How's it feel?” Cynical ask.

“Hmm.” Lea weighed in on the answer.

“How does it feel?” Tanya Qhaza enthusiastically.

“Difficult to explain. But after tasting it, I suddenly wanted to vomit! Weird isn't it?” Weirdo? She should be thankful for not putting foam in her mouth. Damnit. In the end we just ate rice with sauce, there was nothing left in the refrigerator, empty. Since eating her cooking was impossible, I was worried that we and our family would be in the headlines tomorrow morning for dying from tulip poisoning. That's not cool, not cool at all.

This is very common, Lea seems to create a new poison called ‘resep baru’. Pretty good if he does it during the day or night―we have enough time to prepare another meal. Unfortunately it happens more often in the morning, it makes us late if we spend time looking for other foods, and finally we go to school more often on an empty stomach. The health and comfort of the family is a top priority for him, I appreciate that. But what he does more often is the opposite. Like when he put insect venom in a pond of water, fish pond so that the fish at that time sprawled into corpses. Also mixing it in the food, I almost ate it. But Qhaza saved me. “STOP! Do not eat it if you do not want to end up in the hospital!” I don't think I'm in the hospital, but I'm gonna end up on the ground. Of course the intention is only to eradicate insects but end up being to eradicate ‘all types of insects’.