Who Am I?
Lover

Revised Lover

Today the school is back in the beginning, it seems like effective learning week has also begun. Good thing, I won't be bored anymore. Student Worksheets or what you know as LKS have also been distributed, my new uniform is also of course.

I don't like my new uniform very much. The fabric is a little thin when compared to my old school uniform. And this new uniform is so big in my body that it's small. I don't really like the times I wear them.

Virong came while I was dressed. He meowed softly as if talking to me. Absolutely adorable. I rubbed his head, Virong happily welcomed my hand.

Virong always acts spoiled towards me and is wary of anyone other than me. That behavior made me love this sweet cat. As I prepared all the items and was about to leave for school, Virong jumped into my bag as if he didn't want me to leave.

"Down Virong. After school, I promised we'd play together."

Virong did not meow, he instead tightened the claws of his claws on my bag. I don't know what made this little girl keep me from leaving. But I had to leave it at home, so I could quickly go to school. I was afraid I was late for school. If that happens, there will be a penalty for cleaning the toilet.

And I don't like this new school toilet the walls are black because of the moss and the scribbles on the walls. Not to mention there are some irresponsible people who do not flush their shit. The dirt has even changed color to black because it has not been flush for a long time. The worst thing is that sometimes the water supply to the toilet is not met, so there is nothing you can use to clean your ass when you poop there.

Thinking about it would only make me want to go to school more quickly. I asked Hallin who was wearing shoes to release Virong. Virong immediately raised with both hands, the black cat was immediately put by Hallin into the house.

Then I asked Mom to start the motorcycle. The different direction of the intersection of my sister's school with me, making Mother have to work extra to bring me who is already MAN. Actually I'm afraid that I'm troubling you. But Mom said she was worried about letting me drive alone.

I was afraid I would have an accident and my body would be separated. When I first showed my Zombie-like symptoms, Mom was quite surprised. Then his overprotective nature appeared and forbade me from doing heavy things. Mother was afraid that my body would come off once I used physical energy or related exercises.

That's how a mother, me and family understand the nature of Mother. Mom drove me right away. After saying goodbye, I immediately walked with quick steps towards the classroom. Just as I entered the door, the entrance bell rang. Good, this time I'm not late.

Last night, I spent my time calling my girlfriend. You ask me if I have a boyfriend? The answer is 'Yes, I have.'

As you may think, my lover is a sweet girl. I don't know what the real look is, we just hooked up through a chat app. Which means me and my boyfriend are just virtual lovers. We've never actually met in real.

In Virtual, I am very confident. The writing in my typing is also warm and responsive. Because I'm a poet, my typing language is sometimes deliberately made with poetic language. I like him, he likes me too. But one thing I kept secret from my lover. I declared my identity to be the man there.

My boyfriend wore a profile photo of a sweet teenage woman with a white face and red lips, beautiful watery eyes and a spoiled accent that became his trademark. I met him because I introduced my other virtual friends. He named himself 'Sisie funny'. Everyone believes that Sisie is a sweet girl, from several profile photos that sometimes change styles, but with the same sweet face.

I think Sisie is like me, she's hiding her true identity. Both his mannerisms and his potent accents, both of them were merely an artificial image. Although there was no evidence, we did make a video call. From there I saw that actually, Sisie was someone who was good at playing roles. But that was only a temporary guess, because my instincts said so.

It just so happens that Sisie is actually a girl who lives in this village. He and I were separated a few miles away. I once asked Sisie to meet Offline, but Sisie always refused. He told me that he had a lot of busyness and that he was afraid that our relationship would be known by his overprotective father.

I always felt that Sisie and I were actually in the same place. Maybe because I miss him too much. Her sweet voice sometimes rings in my dreams. Iqish stopped my daydreams with a table shake, which surprised me enough.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Ask.

"My love." Short words.

There was a look of surprise as well as curiosity in his eyes. He pulled out Rafit's seat next to me to ask further. Then he looked at me with his round eyes. Imitating Hallin's style when pleading yesterday, Iqish said to me.

"Kumohon Brother... Ren's beautiful sister." she said.

Honestly, I prefer to be called handsome. I don't know why, but I feel like I deserve to be called that. When I was a kid, I said that I would be trans-gender in the future. But as soon as I grew up, I just found out that trans gender was banned in my religion. Well half of me can only give up.

Sometimes I think that I would choose to try to be a very good girl, so that I would become a resident of heaven. Then in heaven, I want to ask God to exchange my body for a man's body. That way I feel complete. Being a good Muslim is hard.

My family and I are not really good Muslims. I think I'm one

people who are in the category of the term 'Islam KTP' .

"Sister? Oh my God, brother is daydreaming again? Tell me a little about your beloved brother. I want to know what kind of person Big Brother likes until Big Brother daydreams a few times for him."

Fortunately Master's hour first lesson came and Iqish had no chance to listen to me speak. After all, I was too lazy to talk about my relationship with my lover to an outsider. I feel like Iqish and I are still strangers who have a perfunctory relationship. So I still can't open up to him.

This morning's lesson is quite interesting, it's a chemistry subject. I really like this. Plus it turns out that the one teaching is our homeroom teacher. Her gentle and maternal personality made me remember my mother.

A few minutes before the first break, I deliberately asked permission to go to the toilet. The mother nodded her head. I ran as if I were going to the toilet. However, the road I took was not the way to the toilet. I set foot to my favorite place. So there will be no Iqish who will wonder.