The For Number One
2: Fight me! Be serious!

When the clock was pointing to the number five, a waker clock I had placed on my desk rang out loud. So tight, I even woke up abnormally in shock. But since I've been having dreamless sleep that I consider to be of the highest quality, I don't regret being woken up.

It's even so bad that I can't wake up.

My name is still the same as the day before, Harsa. And my ability is still the same in the lower classes just like a few hours before I go to sleep. Then, I had long been a shadow of my two brothers and I was tired, which is why I decided to go and head for a new path. Normal peaceful life.

Since it was still morning and I had just woken up, I did not want to start the day with a deep depression on my small bed. This morning my parents were not home so I had to prepare everything to start the day.

My house is a two-story building with a kitchen, living room, living room, and my parents' second room on the ground floor. But I remind you, our two-story house is not because we're a rich family but vice versa. There is no more cost to buy more land so our house is growing upwards instead of sideways!.

While walking towards the kitchen on the first floor, I passed two rooms my brother who was opposite my room.

Anna and Hany, those two are one example of something called a near-perfect human being! They both have beautiful faces, have intelligent brains, have good physical abilities, besides that the nature of both of them can also make everyone around them feel comfortable and safe. Of course except me.

You know the saying that the neighboring grass always looks greener, right?. It's just my assumption, but maybe there's a lot of people out there who want a family like theirs? another with me. All I want is a simple family! Don't I hate them both, just? They were both too glare to see and too far to reach.

At school they are idols and at home they are the mascots of the family. My mom always talked about them both at every turn that eventually made it a habit. Every dinner, whatever the two of them do will be the headline that my mom has to tell me. And, in the end I can only be a loyal listener who can only comment “ya” or “oh so”

Because of his focus on talking to my two brothers, sometimes he forgot that I was also his son.

Yeah, how else. If they talk about me what can they talk about? there's nothing to be proud of me.

It's not my brother's fault that I became like a stranger in the middle of my own family.

But!

Once again! I don't hate them, I've long since thrown away all the discomfort I used to feel a long time ago. Right now, my priority is to be able to accept the situation and do what I can. Not pursuing what is clearly beyond my reach.

Today it just so happened that both of my parents were not at home so the task of preparing food was charged to me.

Weirdo?

Though I have two sisters who are almost perfect but why am I the one who was given the task of preparing food?

Easy answer! I told you “hampir”, right? Man cannot be perfect, it is the law of nature. Although my two brothers can do many things but the above does not give them the ability to cook. So I had to prepare the food.

I said cook. But I am still a teenage boy who lacks life experience, so my culinary skills are also just mentok sampe rice, instant noodles and fried eggs.

Finished cooking a simple meal for the three of us to have breakfast, I immediately ran to the bathroom. I have to hurry, if my two sisters get up and shower first I'll get in big trouble. Experience proves, they shower half an hour longer than my time to shower.

What they do in the bathroom is still a mystery? But obviously they should never make the bathroom a karaoke room.

So with a super-fast shower using the number one anti-germ soap country, in ten minutes I was back in my small room to change clothes.

After that I still could not rest because besides making food for breakfast I also had to wake my two sisters.

The first person I had to wake up to was my first brother. Because he had a hobby of reading until late at night he was hard to wake up because that was waking him up has become like a routine activity that is mandatory for me.

A waker clock should lighten my work, but I don't know how every time he buys one, it'll only last two days before getting in the trash.  So it's been damned that I'm the one who's gonna be the waker's clock.

The second person was definitely my second brother. If that one really likes to sleep, because he participates in many activities that drain energy he has a habit of sleeping fast and waking up late.

That morning the three of us ate breakfast in silence covered in the sky, Hanny several times over me but did not speak to me anything, while sister Anna only read books during breakfast then I myself do not care much about the situation because such things have been very common in my family. If my parents didn't exist this way, we were like strangers who didn't know each other.

Such was my daily life at home, no warm interaction occurred between the three of us and suppose my parents had it would not change anything either.

Not at home, not at school. The situation is not much different, even though I have friends at school but the number is even enough to count with one palm.

In the past, when I was in Junior High I often felt abandoned and upset when my two brothers left me to do things at school. But so often they leave me, without feeling I'm used to myself and no longer care about what they do.

"How are you, bro?"

"Regular!"

"How can you answer with such a bored face when every time you go home there are two beautiful girls waiting for you.”

Now I want to ask back. How can you not be bored when waiting for you that never even invites you to talk? Besides, even if they're beautiful, but if they're my brother, what can I do? stop fantasizing and ask what always happens to me at home.

This is one of my few friends.

His name is Sigra. She was the same as most people, thinking that I had a super fun life with a super pretty and popular sister. I told him very often that I was not as happy as he thought, but still he always imagined how happy it would be to be me. I always imagined how happy I was to be him.

We both had useless talks until the bell came in. The lesson talks I felt were too serious to be our topic this morning, so in the end we talked about the problem of rising fuel prices. That topic was enough to keep us busy until all the students entered the class.

The teacher came in and all the students sat in their places.

But unlike the other students who might have been able to sit quietly in his chair, I was instead goosebumps once there was one person sitting on the very back bench. Normally I wouldn't care much about what others thought and did, but the unfriendly look from back there was already able to make me so uncomfortable in my own place.

I don't know what motive was behind him doing such useless acts, because of him I couldn't pay close attention to the lesson. Although usually I do not pay too much attention, but this time I am much less concentrated than before.

The one who kept paying attention to me was the smartest student in April first grade. Without knowing what he really wanted, he kept watching me. With a sharp gaze of course, not the loving gaze of a person who is in love.

Actually, it's not the first time. I've been feeling strange glagat since two months ago but never once did I take it seriously.

When compared to the circumstances of people who were hit by natural disasters or accidents, my situation cannot be taken seriously, but being noticed by someone you never even talked to is really very disturbing. Maybe what I feel can be likened to a mosquito flying beside your ear.

Do I have to ask her?

The answer instantly popped up like a popup window into my brain.

Nah!

I do not know and do not want to know, I do not care and do not intend to care about it. So then! In conclusion I will do nothing, and to compensate for it I will not complain because I am disturbed by such useless acts. My genius!

Thinking about all those things turned out to take almost fifteen minutes, which is why I did not realize that the language teacher in front of the blackboard had finished printing all the contents of his mind for me to record.

A hundred and eighty degrees apart from the other lessons, in this first hour all the male students opened their eyes wide and focused their eyes on the teacher, not the lesson. Geez!

Her English name is Diana, winner of last year's favorite teacher award. Not only was she young, she was also beautiful, kind, and especially smart so almost all the disciples liked her. But! when I didn't hate him at all at the same time I didn't like him either. All I felt was like I was looking at an unknown beauty who happened to be passing by in front of the house. Just so.

Maybe because of this my friends call me a blunt person.

Two more hours I listened to the teacher's explanation up ahead. I didn't feel bored but somehow my face just kept showing a non-serious look and because of that it seemed like the teacher in front felt unnoticed so that at the end he came to my desk.

"Harsa your grades are good but can you take the lessons more seriously? "

Don't you?

He must have thought that I had no intention of following his lesson, when it was wrong. I really had the intention to study and pay attention to the lessons, but I just had no intention of getting high grades. The value in the middle is enough.

"I noticed, it's just that my face is like this! "

"Then be thankful! "

He is a good teacher! If another teacher might have cornered me in some way, but he didn't do it and immediately believed my words. It was enough to make me happy, but if he continues like that there will be many people who abuse his kindness. You have to be careful, Mom!

The teacher came back and the lesson began. And I went back to acting passively as a disciple, I just did everything as necessary. Things that do not need to be done do not need to be done, things that must be done immediately. On that basis, when I was appointed I answered and when I was not appointed I was silent. From the outside, surely I look like a lazy person!

The first lesson was finished, after three hours with English finally arrived also a lesson that I did not like the sport.

Mostly, practice in sports requires a lot of people and cooperation between players on a team, and for me, interacting with a lot of different people is a difficult thing to do. Not that I am arrogant or like to be alone, but suddenly starting a conversation with someone who is not familiar is difficult.

Today in my class there will be a run assessment. Many students have prepared it by practicing or just warming up, but I do not take a headache and do as I can!

All of my male friends immediately darted at the beginning of the assessment leaving me along with the slower ranks of female disciples, in my big dictionary, as long as I can still survive I will not force myself. Because what I was pursuing was not a good value but a safe value so I only ran at moderate speed, there were even some female disciples who overtook me easily. Of course I don't think too much about it, because as long as I'm not below standard time I'll survive.

To be honest I think I can still run faster than this but it doesn't feel like there's anything that makes me have to!

The lesson schedule for my class today was really the worst arrangement I've had in my eleven years of school.

First hour: English

Second hour: Sports

Third hour: Art

Fourth hour: Mathematics

Whoa! What a strange blend!

After all change clothes and rest for a while, the third lesson begins is art. Our first material was fine art so now everyone is drawing piles of apples that are at the front of the class.

Talk about art and drawing. Others with some students who really like to draw or have a talent for drawing, I just draw exactly like the example given by the teacher at the beginning of the lesson. Don't get me wrong! I don't hate drawing, the same thing I would do in another lesson. If the results are still accepted for what bother to make better?. This is economic asa.

Minimal effort with maximum results.

"Didn't you like drawing? You look bored?"

One of my classmates came to me. Her name is Arisa, a student with the ability to paint instead of drawing!

"It's not like that! I just have no interest in doing it!"

His face did not look happy after hearing my answer.

Don't feel like painting is boring me. I'm not really interested in many things, which is why I haven't been in any extracurriculars until now. So please don't make a face like I'm underestimating painting.

"But your brother seems to like doing it? "

"Please stop comparing me to my sister! "

Without you telling me I already knew we were different.

"I didn't mean it that way"

"Yes, yes, I'm going to go back to my work so can you go where you are now"

"Please excuse me then"

He immediately returned to his seat and I immediately took my pencil to continue my work half-heartedly again. But! I felt it again, the feeling of being noticed from afar by someone.

I spread my eyes around art class, and he! Again and again.  April watched me with a super sharp view as sharp as razor and as cold as polar ice.

What the hell are those hateful eyes?

What does he want from me? I'm just an ordinary student, there shouldn't be anything he hates about me. I never did things like break the rules, or be a thug at school and ask for money from other students. I was a hundred percent good student.

Unable to face his gaze that was too sharp, in the end I turned my face and assumed that the incident had never happened. After that I returned to drawing with a shrouded in uncomfortable feeling that crept through my body.

The last hour of study is mathematics as it is written on the schedule.

I didn't even want to review anything that happened while the lesson was going on because of how tense I was then. Not only the lessons I did not like but the teacher who taught was too serious for the size of teachers today, I even almost fell asleep at that time because the weather was also supportive. The sky is cloudy and the air is cold, it's enough to make me sleepy and worry that if I fall asleep I won't be able to wake up again.

Thankfully, the lesson was finished half an hour ago.

But! I still haven't come home, but I was the first one to leave the class when the lesson ended.

When I was out of class it suddenly rained heavily and how lucky I was, I didn't carry an umbrella so I was stuck in front of the locker until this point.

It had been half an hour I was sitting indistinctly while playing a paper in my right hand.

I found this paper in my desk drawer this morning after a gym lesson, right before an art lesson.

Inside there is a message that is addressed to me, not a message containing romantic words for sure!

Actually I just want to go home and not care about the contents of this letter I hold because from the brief observation I made, the person who wrote the message was a girl. It can be seen from his writing. In addition, many female students change in the classroom, so the possibility that those who send it are female students is getting higher.

The content of the message inside was, I should be in class when the last hour is over.

If there was anyone waiting for me at that time he should have gone home because I had let him go for half an hour. It's still raining outside so maybe going back to class isn't a bad choice anyway if I stay here I'll get the flu. Not that I wanted to see that person or was curious as to who sent me that letter, I just had no other choice.

Yep! that'sallthat's! I just don't have any other choice.

As expected, there was no one I could see when I returned to my classroom. Maybe, if there is someone waiting for me he gets bored because I did not come.

As I stood in front of the locker, my feet became quite sore. That's why I decided to approach my seat while looking at the situation outside. And at that time...

"Thanks..."

From somewhere I could hear the voice of someone who seemed to have just woken up. I circulated my gaze again throughout the class and this time I got the source of the voice I was looking for.

April was sleeping in the corner of the classroom which is why I didn't see her just now when I entered. How did he get here when he got home from school? Don't tell me he sent the letter!

No way!

There's no way he sent me that letter! What does he want to talk to me about to the point of having to set up an all-out agreement? This must be some kind of coincidence that's really a coincidence.

Now I'm starting to hope that the letter is actually just the result of the actions of my friends who are hiding behind a closet to humiliate me. Although it was not wearing but such a surprise was much better than finding out that it turned out that the one who sent the letter was April.

I have to get out of here before he wakes up or I'll get in trouble.No doubt, for sure! having a meeting with people seems to be four-eyed in the middle of a quiet classroom in the afternoon will only bring trouble. A big problem that will be hard to solve. I don't like trouble! So I'd rather have the flu than be stuck with a guy like him for a long time.

I tried to walk as slowly as possible like a cat who was eyeing its prey, while continuing to check in case he suddenly woke up little by little the exit I approached.

"Where are you going? I'm tired of waiting for you, if you dare to step your foot out I'll kill you!"

"Ugh..."

With her eyes still slightly closed she started walking towards me with a shunt. Like the Zombie in Resident Ev*l, slowly but surely he approached me. If plus the background music of a horror film, surely this scene has made me run away scared.

Because without a background music is slick now I'm scared.

"I forgot I had an important appointment so I had to run! Ugh. uhuk uhuk"

"I told you I'm tired of waiting for you!!!!!"

As I tried to run, from behind he pulled my das so I choked and was forced to stop moving.

This guy is completely abnormal.

"I understand the situation! Now that you're the boss, I'll obey you!"

"Good then! Now sit down and listen to me!"

And!

Somehow earlier how, now I was sitting in the number one seat from the front while he was standing in front of the blackboard in a style like a professional teacher. He even wears glasses, and to add to his atmosphere ‘educate’nya he also carries a wooden ruler. Completely abnormal.

"Before I continue I will ask you this first to be sure, is it true that you are the sister of Anna and Hanny ?"

From abnormal now he changed to thug mode. Using a ruler he pointed at my face. Then as he often did, his eyes looked intently at my eyes as if he wanted my head.

"Yes, why?"

"Good then! I'm not wrong!"

I'm still sitting. With the face I forced it to look calm.

"Harsa! I challenge you to fight for the one in this school until next semester!"

"I'm home!"

Everyone said he was smart, but it turned out that his mind was very shallow. Did he think that just by having the same blood, I was the same as my two brothers? Humans are not like that. They are all different and have their own limits.

"Hey where are you going? I'm not done talking to you!"

"I'm not interested! I'll go, if you want to be a screech after yourself don't take me!"

Everyone has limits. And I know that I can't do what my two brothers did. That's my limit.

"I want to defeat both of your brothers and if I haven't defeated you I can't possibly beat them both!"

Once again my feet became someone's goal. By saying so indirectly he just wanted me as a stepping stone to achieve his goal, or maybe even as his toy in order to feel victorious from someone.

"You've already defeated me along with two hundred and forty-four other students during the entrance examination, so you can already level up to the next stage."

Brak!...

He kicked the shirt in front of him with a wooden ruler, visible in his eyes an overflowing anger. And! all that anger was directed at me.

"lik! I've been watching you for a long time, you're always not serious about doing anything! I know you can't but don't want to!"

"Then why! Isn't that how you won?"

What I did was not bothering anyone at all so please stop bothering me.

"What to be proud of for killing a dying lion!"

I'm human, if you remember?

"I don't know what your goal is but you better give up! I'm not interested in that kind of thing!!"

Brakes...

"Aren't you ashamed of your two brothers, aren't you ashamed to be the only loser in your family!"

He again slammed the wooden ruler he was holding onto the teacher's desk.

He easily said such things. It's true that my two brothers are great, it's true I'm just a loser but my life is not that simple. This guy doesn't know anything but is really pretentious.

"It's easy to say from your perspective, but! you don't know, do you?"

"Don't know what?"

I turned back and faced him because my desire to go home had evaporated. What I want now is?

I held his hand which he used to swing the wooden ruler at me, then violently pulled his hand so that he would inevitably have to face me head-on. I looked at his eyes sharply.

"I used to go after them both, I always wanted to be like them, I wanted to do what they did. But! Never once have I succeeded, never once have I been able to get close to their level. When I failed all just laughed at me in the back and just thought I was a fool!"

"Let go!"

"Everyone sneers at me, they always compare me to my brother. People always talk about how great they are and how stupid I am!"

"Harsa let me go!"

I'm releasing.

"You can tell me that I'm a loser, you can hate me but I won't accept you comparing me to both of them!"

"Is that what makes you never serious?"

"Cube knows you! in this world there are some things that can not be achieved with just hard work!"

My feet. This time, he didn't try to stop me. He should have given up just like me. Just like before!

"Wait on! I haven't let you go, have I? You're just running from reality, you're a complete loser who just avoids trouble!"

"Huh?"

"That's why I'm going to change you! After that I will defeat you and conquer both of them! Hyaa"

"What are you..."

He ran in front of me then he once again pulled my das. It was just that this time he used a much greater force than before so we both fell to the floor.

"Hay what are you doing!"

Faced with my panic, she still had a cold face.

"If you don't accept my challenge I will continue to disturb your life! "

"What do you mean?"

"Serist as I say! If you don't accept my challenge you'll get in big trouble! And you have no choice but to obey me!"

Now he's trying to threaten me.

“Originally you know, everything that happened here I have recorded and I can spread the results of editing to everyone.”

The editing?

Spreading?

I looked to the right and to the left and found the sleeping phone in a tilted position. The camera leads to both of us. After that I checked what the camera was looking at with the lens. I am also aware of the position of both of us.

Cold sweat rolled from my face. I want to get up but my body feels frozen.

A position like this will really invite misunderstanding if someone sees. If someone was asked what I was doing to Lisa, one hundred percent would say I attacked her. Even though I did nothing and was the victim, I was very, very, very sure that no one would make fun of me.

So this was the plan from the beginning.

This guy is really a hundred percent crazy!

He's serious! very serious though! if I don't do something, I'm sure he'll prove his point. He would have interfered with my life for three years if I hadn't served his challenge.

What I should do.

Now he even has the tools to threaten me.

It's no longer a war where I can choose the path to escape. It's a war where the available options are just win or die.

What am I supposed to do?

“I retract my words! I will beat you!”

What I have to do in the future I will do in the future. My priority right now is to get out of this crisis immediately and think of a strategy to strike back.

"Don't you dare not be serious against me or you'll be in big trouble, remember that!"

"Whisper!"

When I wanted to get up, I heard the sound of the classroom door opening. And from across there I could see that my good friend Sigra was looking at me and April without blinking and with her mouth open.

Die me.

“Ha. .ha. . ha. . I came here just to pick up my missed umbrella, sorry to interrupt!”

He closed the door and left.

Because of a strange trap, involved in an acute degree of misunderstanding, bound to a girl whose face is like a child. Why is my life like a manga? in addition, the development was too cliche until I was worried that the one above was only using a template.

We both got back on our feet and April extended her right hand to me.

“What?”

“We must shake hands to certify our duel agreement.”

Know it? agreements are made to produce justice in which both parties can both feel happy and not harmed. And please look, all you're doing is threatening me.

He looked at me sharply once more.

“Alright!”

“This way our duel has already begun, you must not mess around and must be serious!!”

We split up.

The rain outside didn't stop me from coming home, I still didn't know how to beat him but I had to win from him. I have to win! The words I must win again appear after two years ago lost swallowed by the earth.

That guy can really lure me into saying what he wants, no doubt he's smart. Using a psychological attack he managed to corner me.

Can I beat him?.

I don't know either. But if I had any doubts at a time like this, things would have gotten worse because I couldn't do anything.

All I can do now is try harder than I did two years ago. I had no other choice, again. I have to win!

It seems like the next few months of my life will be full of problems.