"Is a bronze medal enough for you?"
This is the first time Mr. Handoko has shouted at me roudly and I'm sure that we are paying attention now. I just stared at the tiles and restrained myself from saying anything for the sake of saving myself from Mr. Handoko's anger because today Mr. Handoko wasn't his usual self. He often scolds me, but not so loud that his voice is booming.
"Your abilities never increase, they continue to decline. At least, change yourself, introspect yourself and find mistakes and then fix them." This time his voice had dropped three octaves from four octaves.
I bit my lower lip to cover my heart which was beating so hard. Not because I fell in love or was angry, but because I felt very hopeless because I couldn't recognize myself.