My name is Miss
prefacing

"hoam.." a distinctive hoarse voice woke me up, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

like the days that have passed, I thought there would be nothing special in my daily life.

with heavy eyes, I walked to the bathroom.

"induuuuu, wake! when do you sleep haaa!" a familiar voice in my ears, yes it was my mother's voice.

"iyaa ma'am, this misses taking a bath." I said.

20 Minutes later, I'm tidy and see mom.

"Mom, miss going to school first, ma'am." said I while reaching out to my mother's hand for me to experience.

"Judah there go, do not be sweet-ass.cepet deh go, see your face!" my mother replied, rejecting my hand.

With the tears that had accumulated in my eyes, I set foot out of the house to school.

A few minutes walk, until the usual stop I wait for the school bus.

5 Minutes later, the school bus arrived. I also entered, choosing to sit on the side of the window.

My eyes looked far away somewhere, did not feel the tears that had accumulated since, finally berlinang I could not hold anymore.

I cried softly, it hurt my heart to remember what happened before I left for school.

Things like that always happen repeatedly, and always manage to make my heart wound continue to gap.

My name is Rindu Besari.I am a student of class X High School. My father's name is Amin Besari, my mother is Ms. Erna Tomo.

I have a sister named Angkasa Besari. He sat on the 6th grade SD bench.

I don't know since when, I've forgotten since when my mother changed.Never have I felt her affection, too often her mother said harshly to me.Even not infrequently, her hands were very light to me. But, not his thing with Kasa, my brother. Until this moment, she was always sweet with him. Just asked in my mind, am I not a mother's child? Why does she hate me so much.

Almost every night I cried, wailed bitterly, and often I asked God, why was I born? If only they would suffer??

If I could meet God, I would ask Him, Why should I be born into the world??

Is not everything that happens on this earth His will? And will He not test a servant beyond the limits of his abilities? Why did God let me live this life?

I was stunned when I realized I was missing 3 stops from my destination stop

"astaga" I'm surprised

I got off the bus and walked down the bus stop. Until I got to the front of the school gate.

PELITA BANGSA HIGH SCHOOL

"Morning Misses" said someone.

"Morning of Mr. Diman." My answer plus my big smile.

With his smile, the man welcomed me into the school gate.Yes, his name is Mr. Diman, he is the security of the school.

"kruyuk.." Ouch, I complained.

"Lhah, must've missed breakfast. Breakfast is also open, the school canteen is open. Don't leave your stomach empty in the morning" Mr. Diman surprised me.

"Ah yes sir, so embarrassed the sound of worms in my stomach sounds yes sir" I said while scratching the head that does not itch.

"Let's have breakfast, today's the ceremony. Do not miss fainting because it does not have breakfast" said Mr. Diman.

"Okay sir, miss the cafeteria first sir." I answered with a smile, then walked towards the cafeteria.

"Ah, this must be the scent of Bu Heti's omelet nasgor" I said as I gulped down the saliva.

When I was about to step, immediately I undo the intention there.However no, I was never given provisions by mother. Luckily there was a free school bus, so I didn't have to walk because I didn't have a fare.

Just now that I was about to head to the school garden I was suddenly startled by someone's voice.

"Lasso..!"Shouted someone.

"Knees?" My toot.

"Where are you going? Didn't you go to the cafeteria? why turn around?" Ask Kemal.

"Oh that's not Mal. I'm the laper, take it to the cafeteria. I'm going to the school park first." I replied clumsy, and surprised me when again² my stomach voice sounded someone else, and more embarrassed because this kruyuk voice was heard by Kemal. Redden my face with shame.

"Well, didn't he say he was hungry?" Kemal's voice confused me even more.

"Duh, not Mal. I'm going to class." Refute me.

"Udah come!" Kemal pulled my wrist towards the canteen.

"But Mal.." I held back.

"Babang Kemal who treat dedek miss breakfast okay" exclaimed Kemal then touched the tip of my nose. Of course this makes my cheeks even more red.

Kemal Nugraha, he is a classmate of mine.d age that has not even turned 16 years old, his height is already 170 cm. His skin is typical of Indonesia, plus his stature that resembles the actor cast of this Gundala film has managed to steal my attention since we were in 6th grade SD.

Yes, Kemal and I met when we were in 6th grade. We met when we both participated in the Smart Careful race between schools. Since then I have met him often. Until finally we went to the same Junior High School, and it turns out that now we also go to the same High School.

"Weyy, let's babang Kemal lavar nih deck Miss. Don't even bengong.Ntar kesambet lhoh" Kemal surprised me.

"Eh, yes. Let's go" I said, getting nervous as we looked at each other.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Kemal ordered food at Bu Heti's shop, while I sat down in a green long chair. While waiting for Kemal, let me look around the cafeteria, my tetiba netra was looking at a man. He looked at me softly and then nodded his head.

Even the surprised me became clumsy. I don't know when that guy looked at me.

10 Minutes later, Kemal came with 2 dishes of fried rice, followed by Heny who delivered 2 glasses of warm sweet tea.

"Tadaaaa, the special fried rice of omelet is ready. Please d dantak Inces Miss." Kemal makes me even more embarrassed.

"Duh Rindu, seneng really have a boyfriend like Kemal. That's a real shame. If only Heny had a girlfriend like Kemal, very happy" said mbk Heny sad to make me surprised. Just now I was going to refute the sweet woman's words, Kemal's voice arrived.

"Yes dong mbk Hen, I'm lucky to miss, so I love. yes dear.." said Kemal while blinking one eye.

"Are you okay Sir ?" I said raising an eyebrow.

Kemal just laughed a little.

" Udah hayu eaten his breakfast.later hunted bell ceremony grinning deh." mbk Heny interjected.

Finally we had breakfast, and without me knowing, there was someone who just kept staring at us both.

shit, are they really dating? no, it's impossible. Miss it just for me, I'll let it happen.

Since childhood I have loved her, she could have been dating someone else.

...Please support all readers. Maapkeun if the story and writing is not maximal, because this is the first work of the author. Hopefully a lot of support from readers so that I am excited to update the story of Miss Besari....

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