We've Been Matchmade
Why Should He?

Seven o'clock past fifteen minutes. The doorbell rings. I looked towards the school gate when one of the picket teachers closed the gate but he hadn't come yet.

Late again. Why does he always come late, as if letting himself be the object of jokes classmates. It is only fitting that he is not liked by his theme because of his own attitude that makes him not accepted.

I don't know what the reason is. I'm pretty sure he must have gotten up too late. That's why I'm late for school. Such a lazy woman, why should she be the one who was betrothed to me? Umi why not tell me first. Play aja soul mate, mentang-about his parents are friendly with my parents.

I'm really worried about this match. Because I hope to be able to marry the same one as me so that we can have quality children as well.

The morning apple had just finished, there was no sign of Dinda coming yet. I was with the other students going into their classes. Fortunately the teacher's schedule was empty this morning because the teacher was ill, otherwise, like the previous days, he would be suspended from classes, we should have had a daily review this morning. Instead, we work on math worksheets at once as a substitute value for daily replicates.

Five minutes before eight o'clock, Dinda showed up. As usual, with a random look. He must have just been serving a sentence. The veil is a mess, but the smile never fades. It was always as if nothing had happened.

I watched from my seat. He was confused about what to do because none of his friends would tell us about the task given by our math teacher. In this class, Dinda was ostracized. He is considered a disgrace for being the only IPA class student whose grades are well below the standard.

Dinda's face looked worried, Gea, one of the students in this class gave a false assignment. Dinda who doesn't know anything hastily works even though I'm sure she doesn't understand how. Several times he glanced left and right, but everyone closed their books as if worried about being cheated on by Dinda.

Too bad, at least not to be complicated.

I got up from the chair, walked forward, picked up the Dinda thing sheet they had hidden in the teacher's desk drawer, then walked back to Dinda. Now, all the attention was on me when the sheet that Dinda had given her.

"That's not the job, they're working on you, this is the right job, do yours." I said to Dinda who immediately nodded. "Heh, you, what's your name?" I glanced at my friend Dinda.

"I'm Wike" said my friend Dinda, extending her hand, showing off her smile.

"You, from now on, sit on the bench, exchange with me." I said, setting aside his writing utensils from the table beside Dinda. "Please get me my bags." I said.

Wike said, carrying all his school supplies, then he took my bag, delivered it to the table I now occupy. Everyone in the class was silent, speechless because I was Dihya Azizi, last year the head of the OSIS, now the class president, he said, the most outstanding students in this school and predicted will enter the medical faculty at graduation later.

"Why bengong, do your job, it's only half an hour left!" I said, hitting the table slowly in front of Dinda so that she kept daydreaming.

"Huh, uh yes" said Dinda who fluttered, then began to read the questions I gave, like my guess he understood nothing. The problem sheet was simply flipped through, but there was not a single answer he could write.

"Why? You can't do it?" that weird question came out too, I shouldn't have to ask because I knew Dinda was that stupid. He does not understand mathematics, biology, physics, chemistry, and all IPA subjects, but instead desperate to enter IPA class and somehow can enter this class as well. That is also the reason the children of this class do not respect Dinda, they feel Dinda is a disgrace that must be issued even though Dinda is like a parasite that still insists on sticking in this class.

"Cannot. It's so hard yes. Fiuffs. Why is there such a difficult matter?" lamented Dinda, thus making my forehead wrinkled.

It's not hard, you're the stupid Din!

"Dihya is a genius. About as difficult as it was quickly resolved. What are you eating, how can you be this smart?" asked Dinda innocently.

"You don't have to say much, just do it!" i'm affirming.

"Eh yes yes. Ready it!" like getting a treasure, Dinda happily recorded the answer I made on the scrapbook.

There are only five things I want to help. Five more must he himself who works because actually doing this alone has violated my own principles that will never cheat anyone.

"Thank you Dihya, I owe you a lot. Nothing to help this way is happy. More is not to be done" said Dinda casually.

"Why not do it?" I asked back.

"For whatever I do, I can't. After all, getting the value of five is very cool. All this time it was a subscription of zero value." said Dinda with a small laugh, as if grateful for his limitations without effort.

Not very funny. I see it as something sad. Spontaneously I pulled the paper, telling him to continue with the next task. Until the time is up he should try to do as he can after I initially help explain.

Dinda who was initially happy to have solved five problems immediately tangled, he wanted to run away but could not because I was like a security guard who would not let go.

"You're why you have to" I said.

"How is that?" dinda asked without taking her eyes off the problem paper, while her hands actively scribbled the other sheet as a string.

"Every day is late. You don't pray at dawn?"

"About, pray!"

"The person who is wrong at dawn will not be late for school because of the morning awakening. At most you pray at seven."

Dinda stopped working on the matter, she looked at me, then walked over to the teacher's desk, put down the answer sheet.

"Heh, it's not finished!" I said. Only one thing he did, even then I have not checked whether it is right or still wrong.

"Bel is already sounding" said Dinda along with the sound of the bell.