Would Y*u Like to Be My Boyfriend?

Anjis. I'm excited. Original. Severe!

I try to be as normal as possible. Seeing him start rubbing the back of my hand, I felt something rustling all over my body.

Realize oi. See people later! My mind is screaming. My mind seems to agree with me, that I won't stand it if I'm being dignified. So I have to do something immediately to end this.

I immediately let go of my hand from his grasp. It's a little harsh. I snorted irritably, "What the heck!"

He just smiled, and whispered (again), "But you like it?"

For the earth and everything in it! What is the purpose of this creature being sent to earth? I try not to care about his actions anymore. It's up to him!

Love him! I don't want to get stuck with bullshit. Very stupid with all the chatter and talk that is not really that.

I thought again that in this place, I have to get the best education. Better than before. So I thought, I can't waste the opportunity that God has given me. There is no time to take care of love, let alone fagot.

Until, not long after that thought entered my brain, my first lesson teacher came. Ah, thank goodness! Her name is Mrs. Athalia. Often called Bu Atha. He is a fun Indonesian teacher.

"Try to read this! The children in the front row, go forward, and share it with the friends in the back ..." she asked while handing over a paper flyer after she sat down and greeted us all with a greeting. I was about to stand up to pick up the paper when he suddenly stopped, "No, it's okay. I'll do it!"

Ish. What the heck. I can also walk alone, make it my own. Meanwhile, if he takes it, he should be bothered

because sitting in the corner. So he had to get past me first.

Apparently there is a rotten plan that he has prepared in his brain. So when he passed me, he purposely touched his hand to my chest. To be precise the 'that' part. Ah, I don't know, how should I put it.

"Aw ..." I said reflexively, screaming under his breath. He smiled mischievously again.

Universe ... can I be harassed?

My habit that did not disappear and was learned from the former vocational high school children was pointing my middle finger directly at the face that I was kzl-in. Whoever it is. Fuck you! That's more or less the meaning of the signs I use.

But wrong… something was wrong with today. Mrs. Atha saw me pointing my middle finger as if it was directed at her. Duh, ouch, aing must ottokhae?

"Nasrul, why are you suddenly pointing out your middle finger like that? Do you want to have a match against mom? Come here and serve me!"

In order to hear Mrs. Atha's question, my classmate immediately laughed. Mrs. Atha is really the person. He likes to joke and doesn't really bother

with things like I do. The behavior of the children in the class tends to be even more magical than what I did just now. But sometimes, those words really make me nervous myself. Total insinuation. Yes! The sarcasm of this mother is indeed warbiyazah!

As a result, I can only smile and say, "Eh, no ma'am, sorry. I didn't mean to you."

"Oh, so to whom? To the children in class? Children, Nasrul is sure that there is a match fighting. Anyone dare?"

For the sake of the Goddess of the Quann Inn, the children laughed once again! I really am the center of the stupidity of the universe this second. Damn it! Fuck you, Arif! Maki me to myself. I finally chose to be quiet, didn't respond.

Shortly thereafter, the sheets of paper were distributed. Arif came to my table for the first time, as it should be. He gave the paper while saying, "Astaudi 'lii, habibatii."

(Leave mine, yes dear ..)

Shit! Habibatii? I'm not a girl oi. Habiibatii is the origin of the word habiibatun, and this word is originally used for girls. Anjis pisan is the main thing, hear it too! Really me!

My back seat friend giggled when I heard Arif's talk. They also understand what it means. They understand, 1000%. So I feel ashamed of myself. My position is really awkward. Not letting this incident dominate my clumsiness for too long, I returned his words.

"Maa syi'ta!" I answered firmly, trying to ignore him. I just glared in disgust, then immediately shifted my focus and gaze towards the sheet of paper that had moved into my hands.

 (whatever! - This expression does not mean to be rude, but I always find this expression harsh to say. I always use this word when I'm angry)

"Fine, kids. Have you received all the sheets? Try to pay attention and read them carefully. There is already a short story, the work of one of the alumni of this Islamic boarding school. I hope that someday some of you can be short stories. like him or as the author of a book. Mother is looking forward to it. This short story work entitled, Senja with Santri, which made it into Islamic magazines. The story is very moving, considering that the author really experienced all the stories and troubles in this pesantren. Well, your task now is to determine the intrinsic and extrinsic elements that are in the short story. You analyze, understand and write down your answers in your notebook. Last week, I explained about the intrinsic and extrinsic elements, now it's your turn to immediately practice. Can you understand? "

"Ready, Mom .." Kur children answered in unison.

"All right! I'll give you an hour. You use your time as best as possible, ok? Later I will ask three of you to read the results."

Hearing this, everyone seemed surprised and started reading the short story. But not everyone is really focused, because in this class, there are also people

people who love only cheat. Like this person next to me.

"Rul, ba'du ana Andzur laka, na'am?"

(Rul, I'll see yours?) "Laa uriid!" I answered firmly. "If'al binafsik!" (Don't want to. Just do it yourself!)

"You will definitely give the answer, Rul. Because if you give it, tonight, I'll give you something delicious too.

"Agree?" He whispered in a comfortable voice. I shuddered to hear that.

Holy! The delicious one? What's good?

My thoughts are already everywhere. I feel confused myself. But then I took control of my thoughts again. I immediately shifted my focus to the paper. What a fool! Give you up, Rif, give up!

I want to finish this as soon as possible.

I then read the rest of the short story script which I had only had time to read a few paragraphs because my focus was constantly disturbed by this Arif. I continued to immerse myself in my reading and suddenly felt like I was choking when I read the middle section. Unconsciously, I also shed tears. It seeps out of my eye slits, flowing without excuse me.

"Rul ..." I paused, sharpening my ears at the words he was going to make. "I told you not to cry! If you cry, I'll close the tissue factory, so only my hands can wipe your tears."

In order to hear the joke that he made, I immediately glanced at him. Glanced irritably. What is it! What you talk about Dangdut, Rif!

I decided I tried to ignore him. I am already engrossed in my reading. Until I got to the end of the reading, I kept the short story on the table while I myself folded and put my hands on the table. I ended up really crying while putting my head down over my folded hands. Losing a friend at a pesantren, who in fact has done many activities such as bathing, eating, drinking, studying, ah, almost everything together is more stifling than ordinary friendship. Oath! I can't stand it. I cried innocently. Universe, I don't mean to be weepy. It's just that I really want, if I also lost the best friend I loved when I was in middle school. He left me on earth. It's lonely, universe, lonely.

"Rul, qif! Qif. Alright, don't cry anymore. Shhh ..." She said comforting me while stroking my back hair.

( Rul, stop! Stop.)

"Rul, is the story bad?" Suddenly Mrs. Atha came over to me. He knows that basically I really like things that smell like literature and like to live up to what I read.

"Already ... already .. the story is true. Eh, could it be that you have also experienced losing a friend?" Mrs. Atha guessed and made me stop crying. I looked at Mrs. Atha.

"Yes, Mom. I have experienced it myself. During junior high school."

"It's okay. Just pray for him, Rul. He must be happy that his friend can be pious and enter the boarding school. Hopefully he will be happy by his side, Rul .." said Mrs. Atha while stroking my head.

"Yes, ma'am, that's right. Now Arif is also here. Arif will look after Nasrul from now on. Arif will be Nasrul's best friend."

"Well ... that's all right. Don't cry anymore. Can you work on the intrinsic and extrinsic elements?"

"Yes, Ma'am, inshaAllah. Thank you." I nodded. And Mrs. Atha started going around to other places. My crying started to subside.

"Thanks, Rif." I said sincerely while looking at him

"Yes. It's okay. Eh, by the way, I don't want to be your best friend ..."

"Eh, how come you suddenly said that? In front of Mrs. Atha, you said ..."

"I can't say in front of Mrs. Atha that I'm ready to be your boyfriend." Between you cut my conversation. Then with that sharp gaze while smiling, you said something more terrible emphasis. "Could it be, if I were your boyfriend?"

The Universe ...

Please just hide him in a blackhole. I can't stand someone else when he is on earth.