He's Not The Best
25. Wetter

Wetter

Taps!

Winsi managed to catch the hand of the girl in front of her who was about to slap, just before hitting her face then, gripping firmly and throwing violently. Their two eyes looked at each other hinting at the hostility.

The girl did not expect that her attack would be repelled so quickly that she was even more annoyed at Winsi. Just this time there was a kid who dared to fight him and it was a new kid. Sucks.

“Wah, look, now at school we have a hotshot, what's your name?” The boy said as he folded his hands together in front of his chest, he smiled but the look in his eyes still hinted at hatred.

“I Winsi Nasriya, just call Win and, this is my friend Fika,” replied Winsi while reaching out, but the boy who asked did not welcome him. Therefore, Winsi pulled her hand back and intended to leave, because the teenage women had no good intentions of her at all.

Winsi moved while holding Fika's hand, but just a step, another girl shouted while pulling a shabby bag belonging to Winsi loudly.

Winsi carries a bag with a sling on one shoulder, of course if pulled from behind, then his body will be interested along with his bag. At that moment he was not alert with a sudden movement, causing him to be unbalanced until he staggered backwards, almost strayed however, refuted by Fika and it was precisely his friend who fell back because encouraged by him.

Seeing Fika fall again, Winsi immediately turned her head and approached the children who were still laughing out loud.

“Eat him, you don't get cocky, the punishment is not it?” said one of the children, “Nih knowin ... This is Hansya, who doesn't know the richest and most beautiful boy in this school? None! Except you.”

Back they chuckle. While Winsi did not care what he heard earlier.

“Who did it earlier?” Winsi asked fiercely, showing courage, she was indeed a junior, but their bodies were the same, moreover the girl had trained harder until she felt stronger. Then he said again, “Who!”

“I, why?” said the girl who had tripped Fika.

‘Oh, so this kid again? Huh!’ batin Winsi while raising a fist.

Buk up!

Instantly, the child who claimed to be named Hansya staggered to the side while holding his cheek that was flushed due to a blow from Provinsi. He did not have time to fall because some of his loyal friends reflexively held onto his body.

“Lack of you, yes!” said the child while twitching and will grab the hair of Winsi which at that time he let unravel.

Winsi tilted to dodge, simultaneously grabbing Hansya's hand that was about to grab, with a nimble motion he turned to the back and locked the hand that had been twisted.

“Aahk ..!” Hansya shouted loudly as he felt the pain of the hand being twisted to the back of his back, while one other hand was pressed against his stomach. That position looked like Winsi was hugging from behind, making the person in front unable to move.

While the other friends, silent, did not dare to approach, saw the movement of Winsi earlier, making them so surprised and afraid when exposed to the consequences.

“You know, Hansya, your name is good, it looks like a female fighter in the battle of Uhud. Unfortunately, your behavior is far different ... Khansa in the battle of Uhud fought for the oppressed Muslims but, you fought for prestige and wealth.” Winsi whispered while twisting the hand harder and then let go.

After saying that, Winsi left Hansya's gang just like that. No longer looking back or looking back, because the school bell had rung and they had to march in the field to carry out the flag-raising ceremony, on the first day.

After the ceremony was over, the new children remained in the field in front of their school, for class division and Winsi got class A, with some other friends. Fortunately Fika was in one class so they decided to sit on one bench together.

After school hours ended, Winsi went home with some friends who had met him, but not so familiar that he did not join in chatting. Since long ago he became a quiet child and rarely get along like other children. It was because triggered by the feeling of ‘not wanted’ that grows continuously until it is rooted, making himself always inferior.

But since the fifth grade of the final semester in elementary school, he began to follow the activities, until little by little began to grow his confidence even though, still quiet.

There are several children seen waiting for public transport, with the same majors as him. Everyone has got a vehicle, except Winsi because it happens to be full. Long enough he waited, until a black sedan car appeared stopped right in front of him.

Slowly the window of the car opened and then, a face appeared with smirking lips there. She is Hansya, seen the girl throwing a bottle of mineral water whose lid was deliberately opened towards Winsi until the water that came out when thrown, wetting all the Junior High School uniforms she was wearing.

Of course Winsi was surprised and spontaneously looked towards her wet body as well as the bag she was carrying. The window closed slowly with laughter from the mouths of some girls in the car.

Winsi felt indignant and tightness in his chest and stomach because of the very high emotions accumulated in his mind. But he was helpless, unable to do anything to repay such a lowly deed, intimidating people inferior to them.

Winsi was only able to stare at the departure of the black sedan car moving away. Indeed, their gaps and differences such as the earth and sky, this was realized by Provinsi. But they are both students who study, there is no difference caste in the school. What he was experiencing now seemed to remind him that indeed the difference in degrees and groups really existed. Wherever it is.

Maybe that's what happened to her mother, a weak woman, having nothing, married a strong man who felt he had given everything. Therefore, Basri was free to be rude.

Is it just because of unbelief? Wilma was still confused thinking about it. Differences of opinion and misunderstandings that occur between his parents, such as a gaping chasm. Be an example that the difference between the weak and the strong, again, will always be there.

Winsi looked up at the sky while closing his eyes, preventing the water pooling in the fertilizer from coming out. She had promised not to cry again for anything to happen. He didn't want to be a whiny kid, now he's grown up and his school uniform just changed. So, he had to be a stronger child.

Yes, there has been enough pain suffered so far. He hoped that the scars from his belt and the wood all over his body would not grow any more. There are some of them that cannot be lost until now. He wanted the scars to be no longer visible.

He was grateful to be able to cover his body with Muslim clothing, which covered the entire aurat so that it indirectly covered all the scars.

Winsi was still looking up towards the sky, when the sound of a horn ringing from the car that stopped right at the side shocked her. He looked over and saw the car he had once known.

“Need a ride?” asked Erlan, whose face was poking out from behind the window of the car.

Winsi was silent and stunned to see the real man always upset her.

“Hey, Buluk Child! Want to come with?” ask the man again.

Hearing the call, Winsi turned to her right and left, worried that another child would hear Erlan calling herself that way. Of course, it is very embarrassing, and do not want if Erlan calls him, will make others have a different opportunity and become more severe bulyan material.

“Come, login! If you don't want to ... Comeing! Road Dad!”

“Good, Den!”

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