Countless Fights

"Let's disband, WHY ARE YOU JUST LOOKING AT THEIR OUTSIDE AND INSTEAD OF CLOSING THEIR FIGHTS? GETTING BACK TO YOUR OTHER ACTIVITIES!"

Mr. Yoga put his hands on his hips to respond to this, he saw one by one the students who circled the field and some were looking from above the second and third floors. His gaze was very sharp, his mustache also swayed as if his anger had indeed spread throughout his body.

Without further ado, they all dispersed in fear because one of the teachers had acted as mediator. Even Alvira, who was the trigger, was forced to leave the field because Reza was told to do so, and the boy took her to class to be safe.

Mario was left dumbfounded alone sitting on the sidelines. Very relaxed as if not afraid of the teacher's screams that boomed throughout the school, maybe.

As for El? He looked at Bian, for him this was not over, and of course, the enmity between them would never end. Even he didn't know for sure when peace would be between them, but for now, it seemed there would be no peace.

"We're not done yet," Bian said while looking at El with hatred, his face was bruised but the man in front of him was still healthy and smooth and had not been hit by any punches from him.

Mr. Yoga looked at Bian angrily. "Bian, still want to start a fight?! Do you still want to continue this despicable thing in the middle of the field and become a spectacle as if a hero fighting strength?!" he asked, his voice loud.

El nodded his head, he was never afraid because he was defending his sister against the words of a man who never had any self-awareness. "Yes, if allowed to return to fighting, Mr. Yoga," he answered flatly, he was still staring intently at Bian. In fact, in the midst of them stood Pak Yoga who seemed to be getting emotional and almost sick of dealing with him constantly fighting with the same people.

Mr. Yoga who heard El's words sighed, trying to be a patient teacher. "It's not that the two of you are learning to be smart, instead you are fighting muscles in the middle of the field. How many times have you done it again? What's your problem this time?" he said immediately in one breath, maybe he was already very annoyed with the two men who never got tired of fighting.

Mario was confused, even though he had asked to play basketball. But when he got to the field, Bian was very annoying because he played cheating. You could say, Bian kicked the back of El's knee hard, causing his friend to fall.

And it can be concluded, that there is no basketball game as a form of peace. Indeed Bian was the only one busy looking for trouble, even if it was his turn to lose, the boy didn't give up not even embarrassed.

Mr. Yoga didn't get an answer from both parties, he massaged the bridge of his nose. Then accidentally, saw the figure of Mario sitting on the sidelines, acting like an ignorant spectator. "Why are you there?" he said in a voice that sounded angry, even though all Batak people's speech intonations did have this characteristic.

Mario chuckled, reflexively tossing his neatly trimmed hair. "I'm waiting for my friend, El. And what are you waiting for in the middle of the field?" He said that the tense atmosphere must be filled so that it is not too awkward.

Mr. Yoga laughed crisply, then shook his head. "Don't wait for anything, I'm the one waiting for the principal to hand over your two friends," he answered while glancing at Bian and El, only briefly after that focused on Mario.

Hearing that, Mario nodded his head. "Sir, do you want me to make friends for you or not?" And yes, random talker during situations that are, of course, very imprecise exists.

Mr. Yoga almost got emotional when he talked to Mario. "Back to class! Otherwise, I'll make your grades red with Reza, who always has the same answer!"

"Sir, you threaten me, it's not fun."

"Please go back to class, still babbling."

"Relax, sir. Don't be nervous, okay? I'll get you some iced tea and I'll take you—"

"Not needed!"

El only listened to Mr. Yoga's conversation with Mario, he knew very well that his friend was buying time so the teacher couldn't take him and Bian went straight to the principal.

Finally, Mario was seen saying goodbye to them, of course still trying to negotiate which was ultimately in vain.

"Come on, you two, follow me, I want to tell you that your behavior has never changed at all!"

While on the other hand…

I don't know if this deserves to be called guidance or not, but thanks to Bian and El's fight, Reza was able to be with Alvira who was now walking beside him with slender fingers in her hand.

"What about Bara? I'm afraid... what else is Mr. Yoga who is famous for not playing games when punishing his students." said a worried Alvira, raising her gaze to Reza with lowered eyebrows.

Reza was even fascinated when he saw Alvira's very beautiful face. He wondered what if the girl was worried about him, would Alvira be as worried as she was about El?

"If Bian says otherwise to the principal and Bara is expelled from school, what will happen? Oh my God, no, I can't imagine it."

It's the same with El who takes care of Alvira too much, while Alvira is very worried about El who always protects her and can get into big trouble.

Reza widened his eyes, his thumb stroked the back of Alvira's hand which was in his grip, giving the girl warmth. "Hust, don't think like that, it's not good. Better, we just pray for the best. Anyway, what can I do? If I were in El's position, I would do the same to a guy like Bian," he said with a realistic answer, not one that supports El or anything like that.

Alvira blinked her eyes, feeling Reza's recent words were much more mature and wise when she was around him. She liked Reza before, who had the same nature as Mario, but it turned out that Reza wasn't bad for serious conversations or even jokes.

"Thank you, Reza, you have comforted me. Huft, I didn't give Bara your cooking, it just fell on the cafeteria floor."

"Okay, tomorrow you make it again huh? I'm sure your cooking is always good, never tastes bad."

Alvira looked at Reza with blinking eyes, who knows how many times. "You just complimented my cooking, what's wrong?" Because usually, El is reluctant to taste her food, she said it was salty, had no taste, and also a lazy comment.

Nod your head. "Yes, who else should I praise?"

Finally, they arrived in front of Alvira's class. The girl released her grip, then waved at Reza. "See you, Reza, tomorrow I will make lunch for you too."

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