Yummy!

The break rang. Fyuh ... finally, I can calm down for a moment. The previous math lesson made me think hard. Not bad, I can sharpen my brain to think. I also like the count from the first. So, even math doesn't matter.

I immediately cleaned up all the stationery. I'll put it under the table first. Don't put it in your bag. After all, after taking a break, I'll definitely go back to class.

I checked the money in my front pocket. There is a waddle. Mayan, I thought. Can make snacks to the canteen. Now I really want to buy spicy ones, what do you think? Hmm .. I thought while walking. My feet are now climbing the stairs one by one to get down because my class is on the second floor.

I turned right, then I turned left, going through a small 'tunnel'. Tunnel? Yes,

it's a tunnel literally. This tunnel was formed due to the construction of the building which provided a gap so that we could enter through there, so it looked like it was forming a small tunnel. In front of this tunnel there will be two stairs leading to the right and to the left. Now because I am tall, I have to walk a little lowered when I arrive near the stairs.

After the tunnel, I turned right and I was able to find the canteen I was going to. In the canteen, there are various small snack snacks that you can usually get at any mart. However, the favorite among the students here is usually fried snacks with a tempting sauce. There are also snacks with red chilli powder or really given green chilies which taste great. I was tempted by the processed starch, called cimol, with lots of green chilies. I decided to choose that. I also chose another type of starch puncture called cilok, but this cilok is fried with egg, big and long and rich ... What the heck, my brain is nonsense! Anyway, it tastes good too. Must try really! I usually add this type of food to the liquid sauce that has been provided by the seller in the canteen. Besides that, I was also tempted by Martabak Telor9, which I didn't forget, I also gave sauce. Cimol green chilies and martabak costs two stew, while the egg roll cilok was a lot of fun. It makes it just right, my total snacks are flat in accordance with the budget that I have planned. Eitsah the language! 

And… Yippii! I really like the original. I went to the cashier. As a courtesy and a 'tradition' of buying and selling here, I have to ask while showing the food I have bought, "Bikam10?"

"Dufi'a lak."

(Someone paid for it already) "Huh? Sohiihan? Man?"

(Huh? Really? Who?)

"Laa a'rif. Aniifan dafaa'a waladan. Wa qoola, lidaf'i maa tasytar .. kadzaalik faqot. Waba'duhuu yadzhab bi duuni kalamin aakhor .." (I don't know. Earlier, someone just paid. He said,this is money to pay for what you buy. Just like that. Then after that he left and didn't say anything else.)

9 It's not like you might imagine buying egg martabak at my brother who usually sells at night. This egg martabak is shaped like a spring roll, folded with noodles, green onions and scrambled egg in it.

10 How much?

"Wise?" Spontaneously, I mumbled a little loudly so that the canteen guard automatically heard my muttering voice.

"Madzaa?" The canteen guard asked me again.

"Laa, laa. Afwan. Toyyib, thank you .. idzaa taltaqii bihii aidhon, a'tii hadzaa you know .. ana la ahtaj. Thank you akhii .." I said while giving a small amount of money from my pocket.

(No, no. Sorry. Um .. thank you, uh, if you see him again, please give this to him. Tell him that I don't need it. Thank you ...)

"Akhii ... Ana laa astathi ... Hadzaa les..11" he shouted. But I just left it didn't matter. I don't want to extend this matter. Let this be Arif's business with the canteen guard. I'm acting like this, because I've watched a film where the sentence really fits me get used to yourself: Once you depend on someone, then you will be dependent on it. So don't ever give and receive anything from someone if you don't want to be dependent on him.

11 my brother ... I can't ... it's not ...

In this conversation, it is possible that the canteen guard would say that this is not a place for entrusted services. But I don't care. I immediately left, because he himself started the 'entrusted service' business.

Fyuh .. I decided to just bring the food to class. Usually the students here will eat their snacks directly near the basketball court. Anyway, they will eat around the canteen area! Some eat while sitting. Some are squatting.

As my steps were almost to my class, the thought of Arif crossed my mind. But I thought, I don't really care about what happened earlier. I just choose to enjoy this spicy snack.

Wise? I mumbled when I got to class. Why is he here? I also chose to turn around when I arrived at the door of the classroom, trying to avoid any kind of conversation with him.

"Rul, intadzir lahdoh! Qollil kamman, jaros .." he shouted. Then run towards me. Suddenly he was in front of me.

(Rul .. wait! Soon too bell ..)

"I'm lazy to meet you, to talk to you, Rif. What's wrong with you? Gorrib jiddan!" I said a little angrily.

(So weird!)

"I love you. I like you. Am I wrong?"

I suddenly lost my mind when she said she wanted to be my boyfriend during my first lesson. I prefer to stay quiet and ignore her halu words. Seriously. I don't care about him. I prefer to focus on doing my Indonesian assignments. Then in the next subject, I was even more challenged to work on math problems. Meticulous algebra problems made me fun doing them all by myself. My world is completely centered there.

Every time he talks, I'll just let it be, he talks as he pleases. Already the kind of broken radio he made. Let say… the broken tapes that repeatedly sound the same thing, that's Arif's voice.

And now, he's redoing the radio tuner and the broken cassette? What do I need to hear him say again? What do you want?

"I want you to be my girlfriend. Isn't that difficult?" Gee. Can he read my mind? Aish, what a bitch!

"Rif .. excuse me. I want to enjoy my snacks. I'm hungry. I'm stressed. And ... I've also left the pocket money with the canteen guard. You can take it if you want to snack there again."

I immediately took a step and immediately sat at my place. I want to enjoy it immediately before jaros goes off. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Fyuuh ... It's not bad dealing with people like him.

Since I'm just wasting energy not clearly, I have to fill up my energy now! I smiled at the snacks that were now spread out on my table. I ate green chili cimol first. More tempting. Mmm ... Yummy!

But after a toothpick (you know, a tool for toothpicks is even used a lot in food for sticking and picking) in my hand it has been taken over. Arif's hand interrupted the pleasure that I should feel a little more. Really, what does he want?

Instantly, he stabbed the green chilli cimol and he pointed it at me, "Aaaaa ..." he said.

while opening his mouth. The style of feeding a child who looks annoying. I know there are no people in class. Yes, please. I also chose to open my mouth. But in fact, the most annoying thing was that he just put his cimol at random and darted off to kiss my cheek. I'm silent. I really shut up and don't know what to do. I'm angry, annoyed, but don't you have to scream too? I'm also ashamed of his current position. As a result, I immediately took the toothpick and didn't want to say anything else. There is no need for an explanation of what happened. I try to think of the wind, even though it feels hard to just get rid of it from my mind.

I also eat the cimol until it's finished, switching my irritation to food is one of the best ways, of course. I'm concerned. Seeing my expression, he immediately took my bag, opened it and took my flagship drinking bottle. He handed it over to me.

"Thank God." I said no smile at all. I don't know how she knows that my bag contains bottles. Maybe it's because he's been watching me all this time? I don't know! I just keep eating my food until it's finished. Very stupid with him. He's none of my business. Just do what he wants. Indeed, he never seems to want to think about doing anything. After my snacking was finished, he was active in taking care of the trash. He gave me a tissue.

"Here, wipe your hands and your lips! There's a lot of oil. If you know that you like food like this, I'm willing to be the oil, so it can hit your lips all the time. You know what? Your lips are always tempting. Especially if it's shiny like this. . So I want to ... "

What the ... I don't care about him. I took a tissue and immediately wiped my hands, lips and table. Meanwhile, he went to the classroom trash can in the front right corner of the class.

I'm confused about what should I do now. But, fortunately, the jaros rang. The children burst into the classroom again. And Arif is already sitting next to me again.

Before the Safinah book teacher came in, he was already giving me goosebumps again by whispering, "Your attitude has started to be good. I give delicious taste. Rewards for you. Just wait! "His grin was sickening. But somehow it still looked sexy.

God, please tell me what happen with me? What will be next? Save me, please ...