My Om
Part 4: Punished

Sick? Of course it hurts. Someone who since yesterday I avoided meeting suddenly casually dragged me and asked for a chance.

I never gave her a chance to find another girl, so now why would she ask me for a chance to fix it?

Why is it that as long as I live, there are no real men? I've tried to be faithful. In fact, I also don't have a best friend who would make my boyfriend jealous. But they all always betray.

Sometimes that makes me think that all men are the same except Papa and Kak Aldo.

I entered the classroom without caring for Mita who was standing in front of the classroom door. He kept staring at me, but I walked as if I hadn't seen him there.

"Jepri! The seat dong!" I told Jefri, he's a classmate sitting in the back corner.

"Emang why? Don't you like it next to Mita?" reply Jefri, who even called the name of the person I was avoiding.

"Lo has a crush on Mita, right? You want to pass up a golden opportunity?" I said try to fish Jefri.

"How do you know, Him?!" Jefri looked very surprised.

"I'm a psychic."

"I want to move."

In my heart I really cheered Yes because Jefri wanted to move.

Now I've moved to sit on Jefri's bench. The previous one was indeed just him sitting alone due to the odd number of students of our class.

I had the chance to sit down, alone again.

Suddenly the bell rang, usually the teacher will enter in about five minutes.

I chose to eat my breakfast.

After I finished eating my breakfast, I chose to put up my AirPods that I always carry with me everywhere.

I played some songs that I thought were right to hear.

I am so grateful to be put in this school. I used to be put in an elite school where Kak Alista and Kak Aldo attended. But I always seem to realize that my brain won't be able to get there. Or maybe I'll be there, too.

Speaking of brains, though,

Jeez I forgot to belom for PR Math woy!!

"Jes! I saw PR Math dong!!!" I said to Jessy who was sitting in front of me.

Just as Jessy was about to give her book, suddenly a teacher came along.

If most people see a teacher as an angel, not with this one teacher I think he's like a life-seeking angel.

"Good morning, everybody!" saya Bu Puput, yes he is a teacher of Mathematics.

"Good morning, Mom!" answer us compact.

"Let's go now I'll resume material last Sunday. Oh yeah, there's PR, right?"

Jeder⚡

Why is the class so cloudy?

Anjir, how am I!

"Is there anyone who hasn't done it yet? Let's raise our hands?"

The class suddenly became quiet. My friends just stared at Miss Puput. While I stared one by one my friends, who were as lucky as I had not done the task.

Is this really why no one is pointing hands? Means it's just me who hasn't done a job yet?

"Annala? Where's yourjob? Same thing last week wasn't, right? You promised mom today."

****! Why am I suddenly?!

"Ah em, a-anu bu–" right, so stuttering suddenly.

"Yes, Anya? Where's errand? Don't tell me you don't play anymore?"

"Sorry Mom, Anya forgot." I said resignedly.

"But, Mom, I don't want to paint the same picture. Later there I just bother." my reason, when in fact I can pretty much draw and paint but I don't really like it.

"No need for alesan, Anya. I know you're a good picture, surely there you can help friends."

"Good, Mom. That's all, right?"

"That's for sanctions because you didn't keep your word. But tomorrow I will still charge you for your duties, so don't forget to do it?!"

"Tomorrow, Mom?! Why not next week, Mom?" my protest. I never thought about math teacher. They like to consider the life of their students is only limited to doing assignments and school.

"That's the rule of the class that mom taught. There's a penalty if you don't collect your assignments on time."

And yes, math teacher has so many rules that my head wants to explode.

"Good, Mom."

I was out of class with a really badmood face.

Ah but it's good too, I'll skip the next lesson. Count to yourself.

I walked towards the place where the Mural children were.

"His?! Here, help me make this one over here, okay?" call a woman, she's a Mural exculpator.

"Okay, ma'am." I answered obediently.

Ms. Al, a greeting to the Mural guidance teacher explained the concept of the Mural theme they would create.

Finally we try to discuss, and start making it.

Drawing, painting, and the like is fun. Because it can also be a medium to channel the contents of the heart or feelings of the maker.

If I were a painter? Haha wouldn't be allowed Papa with Mama.

Long enough we played with the colors, but the Maths lesson was up and Ms. Al ordered me to go back to class because my punishment time was over.

As planned, I won't be back in class until the last 3 lessons before the bell goes off.

I went to the school cafeteria to buy some food, but I ate by stealth. Because there are often picket teachers who travel around the canteen and places that can be used as students to skip lessons.

Lucky I didn't get caught. Enough, today's punishment made my stomach really rumble.

After spending a bowl of meatballs and two glasses of orange ice, I chose to go to the school rooftop just to clear my mind a little. Moreover, the scenery there is quite beautiful, and really comfortable although not as comfortable as the balcony in my house.

I walked up the stairs quickly and carefully. Also be careful if there is a teacher who sees, especially this is still in class hours.

When I reached the top step, I quickly walked to a long chair there.

But my footsteps stopped, when I saw a man sitting there sipping his cigarette.

I slowly approached to see who the child was.

Until I realized, if the guy who was smoking was Renan.

Wait, hold,

When did Renan start smoking?

I abandoned my intention to skip the rooftop and chose to go downstairs before Renan realized my arrival.

And unfortunately, my shoes even stepped on the can of used drinks so as to make a sound quite loud.

I can see Renan's face now turned to look at me.

"His?" he said he was not too sure.

I immediately left the rooftop by running quite fast.

"Wait, Hes!"

I try to ignore Renan's call and run away anywhere as long as it won't be chased again.