Admirer

chapter 2

"Good morning Class." our last teacher for this morning greeted us when she arrived.

I looked at her. I think she's in her mid-thirties, but the way she glanced at us, I can clearly sense the strict attitude towards her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Paraz." All of us greeted her too.

"You can all sit now." She said.

She's our teacher in one of our major subject, Discipline and Ideas In Social Science.

It is one of my favorite subject, so I'm always active when that subject starts.

As our class began, more discussion and recitation happened.

"Who's the Father of communism?" Mrs. Paraz question.

I raised my hand as a sign that I knew the answer.

"Yes miss, Ryla."

I immediately stood up, then I answered.

"It's Karl Marx, Ma'am."

Mrs. Paraz smiled at me, seemed amazed.

"Okay, verygood. You may sit now, Ms. Ryla"

I smiled at her too, and then I sat down.

But every time I answered the question, I kept on hearing my classmate murmuring something.

Sush a b***h.

Did she think that answering every question that Mrs Paraz would ask would make her cool?

So pathetic

I tried my best to act like I didn't care, that I didn't hear them whispering that. Even though I'm hurt.

Is it my fault that I was born like this? A nerd, but a smart nerd.

This is the reason why I don't have friends, even in my old school. Because they always thought that I was always competing with them. But no. I just suddenly felt tired of answering any question that our teacher asked, even if I knew the answered. I don't want my classmates to think that way, but, how about me? Do I really have to do this? But in the end, nothing will change. So I choose not to answered, for the sake of my classmates, for them not to be mad.

KRIIINGGGG

I heard a bell, a sign that we were now done for our morning subject.

I fix everything that I have to fix, and I also get the book and the bullpen on my table and put them into my bag.

Our room is on the 2nd floor, all the HUMSS students are here on the second floor, while the AMB is on the 1st floor, and the STEM is on the third floor.

I was on my way downstairs to see if Denise had already got home, because the last time we talked at the cafeteria, she said that we were going home together. Although not really together because her house is kinda far from ours.

I was in the middle of the stairs when I saw Denise, waiting for me at the end of the stairs. She was sitting on the last step of the stairs. I was facing her back.

"Denise." I called her.

She looked at me then smiled. "Hi Ryla, let's go?"

I smiled at her too, then I nodded.

We were currently walking out the gate of our school when she asked me about my classmate.

"How are you with your new classmates?"

"Ahm, I think they don't like me." I answered her question honestly.

"It's okay, Ryla. Not everybody will like us." She said, trying to cheer me up.

"Yeah I knew that. But I thought they would at least treat me nicely."

"Why? Did they do something horrible?" She asked me hysterically.

I can't stop myself from laughing so hard because of her question.

"HAHAHAHA, your over reacting, Denise." I said to her, still laughing a little.

I saw how she sneered because of what I said.

"I'm just asking you."

"Yeah right." I said boredly.

Not that long ago, when we arrived in front of my house. The school that I went to was not that far, so I could just walk from our school to our house.

"Come inside, Denise." I said to her, so she can have at least some snack inside.

"No, it's okay, but thanks. My driver will pick me up. I have already texted him, so maybe in a minute or so, he will be here."

"Okay then, but I'm staying here until your driver arrives."

We both sat on the edge of the cement cliff that we saw.

We started chatting about some random things, such as, Do I have friends in my old school, what's our favorite food, favorite color, and so on, and even if it's just a simple conversation between the two of us, i really enjoyed it. It feels like i found someone, a friend who would not get tired of asking some things about me.

"Where are your parents?" her question made me quiet.

Not because I don't have parents, I have, but only a mother who is always busy with something. Something more important than me.

I think she realized that I felt uncomfortable when it came to that question.

She looked at me. "No need to answer me."

But I can sense the curiosity behind it.

"M-my dad.... ahm" I coughed, to made my voice more clear. "Left us for another woman. I only have my mom, who's always busy at something." I told her the story of my parents.

I saw how her eyes watered.

"I'm sorry." She's really sorry.

"It's okay, at least now you know."

We heard a car horn, then both of us looked at and I confirmed that it was her driver.

We bid goodbye.

"Bye Ryla." She said and kissed my cheek.

"Byee, take care." I kissed her cheek too.

I watched the car where she was until leaving, before I entered our house.

I was at the door, when i heard my mother talking to someone on the phone.

"Yeah, that's good to hear..... And?..... Okay, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She said to someone.

She didn't even notice that I was there. She hurriedly got her coat and then left.

I sigh because of that. I didn't know where was the last time that she cooked for me, the last time she hugged and kissed me. But as I remember, it all started when my dad left us. She becomes cold to me, she's always crying and if not, she's always busy with something. I was just only six years old at that time, but I can clearly remember all of it. All of my mom's sobs, all the liquor that she drank, were all fresh in my mind and in my heart. It feels like it will always be there. Forever.

I miss my mom.