Marrying a Classmate
Ch. 3: Again for Him

“My, wait, dong!” Friska spoke half-screaming as her foot stepped hastily. She and Myria were almost late because the transport that took her to school was always full and only after almost 40 minutes of waiting.

The lesson bell soon reads, of course Myria is worried if she has to be late and stand in front of the class witnessed by her friends. Even though everyone knows, they are ashamed.

“Buruan, Friska! How many minutes we have left.”

“Iya, yes. Eat what, the hell, you can walk this fast?”

Friska continued to grumble along the front corridor of the classroom. She wanted to lift her skirt so she could go faster. However, luckily there was Myria who always reminded.

The classroom door was barely affordable, but Myria was still busy responding to Friska who continued to babble. Neither he nor Friska until they realize that from the opposite direction there are people who will also enter the class. As a result, there was an accidental collision.

“My ...” Friska immediately shut up and caught Myria even though her best friend had only taken one step back. He looked up and was about to say something. However, not until a single word came out of Friska's mouth, someone in front of her had already sauntered away. “You didn't ngigau yesterday ushered that guy, My? You see, right, what just happened? Did you want to crash and almost make you fall, not apologize but just nyelonong that? She's sane?”

“Hush! What's the talk, Fris? Uda, hunt in!” The bell rings at the conclusion of the Myria and Friska debate. The two girls immediately entered and instantly got the attention of the students of one class.

“Myria.” A group of students approached Myria. One of them hugged. “We mourn the passing of Nyokap lo. Sorry if not everyone in this class can come to lo.”

Myria pulled away and rubbed the corner of her suddenly watery eyes. The girl's heart is easily touched by something. Moreover, almost all the students in the class are so compact and love it. “Thanks, yes. I thank you very much for the representative who came to the house.”

“No worries. We-we know what lo rasain is. The strong, yes,” said the long-haired and neatly tied student who had been hugging since. His warm attitude was greeted by another friend with a nod of the head.

Gaining so much support from friends, Myria's spirit began to grow slowly even though the shadow of her departure had not yet disappeared.

The hugging of the students was completed when the teacher entered the class. Myria and the others immediately headed for their respective seats.

When heading to his chair, Myria looked at Angkasa for a few seconds due to their consecutive bench front back. Just this time Myria felt awkward, while Angkasa remained with her face indifferent without ambition.

One student who served as class president gave instructions to do the honors. Then all the other students stood up and greeted the teacher.

Before the lesson began, the Maths teacher offered condolences to Myria as his students had done earlier. He added a little advice for Myria to be strengthened and still believe destiny is the best.

“Amselves these are the main characters in our own lives. Be it Mom or you guys.” The teacher said while standing in the middle of the class. Then, he continued, “Western film or drama series, we are the main actress and actor, while God is the screenwriter. And that scenario is destiny. Of course you know that a story will surely meet the word end, and it is the same about our lives that will meet death.”

All the students fell silent and paid close attention to the brown-veiled teacher that morning. No one dared to refute or ask before they were welcome.

“During the course of the story from the opening chapter to the ending chapter, there are many events that are strung together. Be it a problem, happiness, or something else. And that's called the spice of life.

Today one of you has something, not necessarily tomorrow what you have is still there. Instead, today you lose, may be replaced with something better than what was lost yesterday.”

The Maths teacher turned the body and took the marker, then his hand moved to scratch the ink on the board. He wrote a sentence according to his words: “Stay try to live the best life, even if the problem or anything feels heavy to you. Because actually, you are the person of choice.”

“You know what I wrote there?”

The female student who had embraced Myria as well as serving as the class secretary raised her hand. He replied, “Does the choice you mean that we have a disaster or pleasure, only God already knows the extent of the abilities of His creatures?”

“True!” The teacher replied quickly until the student's focus returned to him. “We are the people God chose to receive misfortune or happiness from Him. Our capacity must match or exceed the existing load. It's just, it's all processed and not instant. This is where the most important point of man, can survive or fail because of surrender.”

All the students nodded. Some are pensive at a glance and some throw a glance at a friend around. They were silent, including Space. The young man suddenly turned his memory and studied his life a year later after stepping into the final grade school.

Loss of freedom is one of the burdens that a deep space in the chest. He did not want to convey a rejection at the request of his mother.

“Kasa, open the book lo. Even dreamy!” The handsome guy who was beside Angkasa nudged. He was up to the gabble of seeing the expression of his fellow countrymen a little shocked.

The clock keeps rolling. With every change of teacher and subject, Myria always got condolences. The girl tried to respond with a smile even though her heart came back crying.

When the bell came home ringing, all the students cheered cheerfully. Some raise their hands, sigh, or laugh when others act silly.

However, the ridiculousness and as many as any class, remains unattractive to Space. I don't know where that guy's taste in life really is.

“My, seriously you want to muter-muter now? We go to the house, huh. I'll say to Mom again.”

While tidying up his books, Angkasa's ears caught the chatter of Friska and Myria. He stopped moving to sharpen his hearing.

“Not necessary. I can find a hostel around here. Don't worry, I've had a big time, Fris.”

“But, My ..”

Myria's index finger was already on Friska's lips. As a result, his best friend was silent. Meanwhile, Friska exhaled a sigh of resignation and immediately cleared up all the books.

The space behind was still paying attention, but his focus was sidetracked by one of his several comrades. “Ka, you come with us to hang out?”

“Where?”

“Si Rion won the race last night, he wants a deal. How?”

The vision of the Space shifted on the young man at the far left who would practice. He was silent, but gave no answer and immediately stood up while carrying his backpack. “Now. I unplug now.”

“But, Ka! Gauze! Woi, kali in .. argh, that child has not been very exciting life.” The young man who asked was nagging. Not only was this time rejected, but he was still not used to it.

Myria who was still sitting also noticed the departure of Angkasa. Actually the man's attitude was nothing different from the previous days. However, for some reason, since the help of Space, there are things that attract attention.

***

Friska had gone home by herself, while Myria was still going around looking for a place to stay. The day is almost dark, but has not found the right index according to finances and distance to school. A few minutes later the azan magrib reverberated, Myria intended to go to the nearest mosque.

Just swinging his legs a few times, Myria's steps stopped because there was a sports bike braking suddenly in front of him. He's back and ready to run if it's a bad guy.

“How tense do you face?” ask the biker while opening the helmet glass.

“Kasa!” Myria's round eyes grew even more rounded as she was shocked. “Ngapain, you ...”

“Good!” space Command without answering questions.

“Hah? Where are you going?”

“All right, game! Do you want to go malem, you want to sleep in the bum kayak shop?”

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