Dream Smile
Episode 18's

"That looks good!" point Sarah towards the phone that is located at the end of the rose gold color. "What is the price of Bang?" he asked the counter guards.

The counter guard now began to pull out the phone and mention the price, it was spontaneous to make my mouth immediately flabbergasted. I, who was aware of my attitude, now began to immediately close my mouth and said, "Don't that Bang, if there is a more economical price for the size of students."

"Indeed why? That's great, "ask Sarah in a slow tone.

"Good good, the price is. My money is not enough" I replied in a whisper.

Now the brother of the counter guard has issued two types of phones with different brands, for the price itself is relatively the same and what distinguishes it again are its features. After getting an explanation of the advantages and comparisons between the two I now choose the type of simple features but still superior quality.

Out of the counter the clock was showing at two o'clock in the afternoon, we stopped by for a while to the chicken noodle shop to fill the stomach and after eating now Sarah drove me home, then afterwards I prepared myself.

Time passed and from now on I looked back and forth at the phone to see a message from Mr. Akram, but it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon there was no notification. I was so tired I waited until I didn't realize I was asleep.

The evening before my mother and Zahra had now gone home, but I was still on the bed silent motionless, only my eyes were flashing looking at the screen of the phone.

Since I woke up from sleeping in my afternoon, my mind guessed what message Mr. Akram stalled in the middle of the road until now there was no news or the network was an error then the message from him did not arrive. If I had the number, I would have called him first, asked him if he was the one who asked me to leave.

Disappointed, sad and upset to be one. Maybe if I told Sarah, she'd call me a PHP victim.

"Ahhhhhh annoyed! Mr. Akram is a false hope-giver!" I said disappointed while dropping my phone on the surface of the mattress.

"Well you why, than not shower even busy looking at the phone?" exclaimed My mother who had just entered the room with my sister Zahra, I thought my sister's head was wet and her body was wrapped in a towel which meant that she had just finished bathing.

"Father ma'am," I said listlessly.

"You sick?" ask Mom to look worried.

Now I rise to replace the task of Mother helping to wear clothes for Zahra then said, "Well not sick Mom, it was just a fall asleep. Ohya Bu, Ayu hasn't had time to cook."

Mom looked at me and smiled. "Well, I'm not going to buy rice out tonight. I know you're exhausted" said Mother, with her hand stroking the back of my head.

Now I look back at Mom's face, and my heart feels bad for her. Tired murat clearly emanated on his face, but he was still familiar to me who was actually just lying down with an unclear mind. 'Sorry Mother, ' my inner self.

"When do you start school?" ask Mom whose hand is now turning to fold the clothes that are lying on the side of the mattress.

'My ngalamun activity was in fact completely wasting most of my time, ' I murmured inwardly.

I sighed then said briefly, "Tomorrow."

Mom stopped her activities for a moment and looked at me. "Your school is only a year and a half away and I can't promise you to move on to a higher level."

I was silent, sad obviously, my eyes were now sweeping around the room trying to ward off my tears. I myself actually still want to continue my ideals, achieve my dreams, but what if Mother had said so.

"You don't mind, do you?" ask Mom to make sure.

I heard the breath of Mother. He now clasped my hand and said, "If that is your determination, I will support you and always pray for you. May what you aspire to be achieved."

"Aamiin," I said softly with teary eyes.

***

The next day I went back to my routine of studying at school, yes even though not all my friends entered because some are still completing their internship.

I who used to sit in the row of front seats now choose to sit on the bench at the corner close to the window, my mind this time was not at all focused on what was described by my teacher.

To be honest I still think of the figure of Mr. Akram who never gave me news, less cool indeed because waiting is a boring thing, my mind was upset until unconsciously my feet are now stomping to the floor.

To the extent that because of my actions, Madam Ratih my homeroom teacher is now calling my name. "Come on, come forward!" his orders with his firm voice made me slightly jerk.

Added to that, Sandy who is now sitting on the bench behind me patted my shoulder. "Dreamy, called the same as Mrs Ratih. Bait forward!" he said half a whisper.

In my heart I cursed myself, what if asked and told to explain what was just now Mrs Train explained! From the beginning to the end, I did not listen.

"Well, fast forward," said Bu Ratih again.

I grimaced and then stood up from the bench I was sitting on and walked with doubtful and fearful steps towards the front of the class.

"Yes Bu Ratih," I said shortly after my step stopped beside Bu Ratih's desk.

"Now you do task number 2" said Bu Ratih reached out to me a stationery to fill in the answer on the board.

A moment after I glanced at the blackboard was the inscription Sin Cos Tan, and I do not understand at all because the formula of the process I did not memorize and again my fault that had not noticed when Mr. Ratih gave an explanation.

My face pias immediately, guilt and shame are now gathered so one because I have to say no or rather shake my head this time.

"Why are you still sitting there?" said Bu Ratih now looking at me with one hand leaning on the chair.

I can't even say a word to answer it. Now Mrs Ratih called Hera's name and told her to take my place on task number 2.

I could no longer describe my face this time because I was definitely a spectacle of my friends in the classroom even when Hera finished doing the task she passed my body while giving me a fist on my shoulder.

I who glimpsed back to look at him a serious smile to decorate his lips. But before long my astonishment that was staring at him was now diverted because Bu Ratih called me to give advice. "My daydreaming activity cannot be repeated anymore" he said.

After saying sorry and did not want to repeat it now I was allowed to sit back on the bench where I was back, while glancing at Hera and thinking I don't know what that meant.

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