6

the sound of the school bell seemed to disperse all the activities of the children in the vocational school. They seemed to be scrambling to get out of class while expressing the freedom they felt. Yes, that's how most of them think that school is an occupation that constantly curbs their lives, yet basically they always think that school is an obligation, not something that must be carried out for the future.

"For Nirvana you don't go home yet, there's something you want to convey, this is an order from the principal to tell you if you want," said the four-eyed teacher, looking at Nirvana. Nirvana just nodded while looking at the teacher confused. "Okay, once again my time will be drained by things that I don't think are fun," said Nirvana in his heart. meanwhile Ferry looked at Nirvana while arranging all his writing instruments into a bag.

"It's slow to look at it, your eyes are the one who invites to fight," said Nirwana curtly. Fery was silent with his sharp gaze straight at Nirvana.

"I'm surprised to see you, you're a woman but act like a man, later if it's a real man I'll finish it," said Ferry who then left Nirwana who lived alone in the class.

I'm very upset to see women who act like men, no matter what. They were created to be gentle and graceful creatures, it's just that I was surprised by that one woman, maybe her mother had cravings for something strange. That's why a child like that came out.

The thing that I always look forward to when I get home from school is when I see my lover waiting for me in the parking lot near my motorbike. The smile he always gave me would make me feel so happy. Yes Yes, just a smile that can make me very happy It's just that that smile has changed since I met Nirvana. either because he was jealous of the existence of Nirvana who had been by my side, but we had nothing to do with it, in fact we always fought, something that shouldn't be a source of jealousy for my beloved Acha.

"Why is it taking so long... Dad usually doesn't take long to get out of class," Acha snapped, starting to get jealous.

"What the hell, Bun, Dad usually goes out at this hour, right, don't look for fights, Bun, Dad doesn't like fighting, especially after school like this," I replied curtly.

The woman I love is just silent and sullen.

yes yes... I don't think it's unreasonable to be jealous of something that doesn't matter. it's not wrong if we feel the fire of jealousy in our hearts it's just that the little things that don't know the reason are very disgusting and a waste of time. I don't like long-winded things, you're right, I even hope I never meet people who don't have commitments in their lives.

my lover rides beautifully behind me, occasionally his hands hug my waist which then releases when we pass the teacher who is about to pass through the school gate. I accidentally slowed down my motorbike, and my gaze fell on three young delinquents who seemed to stop right in front of the school gate. not on purpose, because of the many vehicles that came out of the school environment that made several other vehicles stop right at the gate, one of which was my vehicle.

"Are you sure that's the girl here at school?"

"Rest assured Bro, because last night I saw a girl who looked like she was wearing a SMK 4 dress, of course she went to school here," their conversation sounded.

"I'm strange to see you, you said that he was the same guy that you beat up first, yes, it was the guy we beat up when we taught the girl,"

"We did beat up Bro Girl, but how come you don't know it's a girl, how come you don't see an imitation girl, I'm battered by her, "

"Ah really, my motto is what kind of girl I am. Isn't the girl beautiful?"

"If I say it's beautiful Bro, it's full of body. I saw her wearing a jacket last night, I can still see her sexy curves,"

"Well, that's great, at least if you can't keep quiet inboxing, then we can turn Bro," they laughed slyly.

"Well come on.... we've been honking from behind," said my lover, who realized that I was pensive.

"Uh sorry Bun," I said, realizing when my lover tapped my shoulder. all the way to Acha's house, I kept thinking about the fate of Nirvana. What if he was really bullied by those thugs. however last night he did it to help me, I don't want him to be hurt or bothered by thugs that point if that happened I would feel very guilty.

on the other hand, 2 hours After school hours Nirwana just came out of his class, the teacher conveyed the principal's message to Nirwana that his family wanted Nirvana to return to high school. Yes, that's how Nirvana's life is, full of rules made by his own family. His family doesn't know that sometimes children need to be given the freedom to choose what they like until one day if their choice is wrong they can learn to fix everything.

tired of struggling with the contents of his head, nirvana just walked down the halls of the school. The school was very quiet with students. there are only a few students who take karate extracurricular who are practicing in the middle of the field.

If I could choose something I like to live, maybe my life wouldn't be this boring. my feet staggered towards the school gate which was already very quiet, the only sound was the sound of motorbikes passing in front of the school and the screams of the canteen mother calling her son to go back into the house for a nap.

"Well there he is!" I was surprised when I found three delinquents.

For a moment my eyes widened because one of them was very familiar to me. if I'm not mistaken the man in the middle is the man I beat last night in the park with Ferry. when I go home I will continue to be hindered now.

"Hello Dik..." they said starting to block my way. I quickly put on an innocent and innocent face that made them confused by my behavior.

"Why, bro? Don't do anything to me, bang," I said in a very smooth voice.

"Are you sure bro she's the one, graceful girl like this.

"Ah sure I do," replied one of them.

"You remember me, I was the one you punched last night in the park, an exclamation mark said the man with a wound that filled his face. Yes, I remember that man is the man we taught Ferry a lesson last night.

"Brother who? How can I get out of the house when I am very closely guarded by my parents," I said still in my soft voice.

"Don't pretend to be a code, I remember your face, I remember when you had a plump body, your tits are plump, your ass is plump, remember me," said the thug vulgar.