Too Late To Realize

Like a thunderbolt that strikes the sky in broad daylight, the crowd of students crowded in the school corridor immediately fell silent and stepped aside, not forgetting that they always held their breath when the group of people came.

With a sense of ignorance and its typical haughty style, THE ROSE gang walked arrogantly in the middle of the students. They didn't care if anyone sneered or called them ugly behind their backs.

All they know is that THE ROSE is a gang they should stay away from, especially women. No doubt, if they had to deal with Resti, the leader of the gang, it would be a long affair like a snake's tail.

It's during breaks like this that they always hang around with their jean jackets wrapped around their bodies. The "rose" is a symbol they hold dear. It's no wonder that the jackets they wear must have that image as their trademark and identity.

Are they beautiful? Don't ask. That's the truth, the three gang members have pure white skin.

"Move aside, I want to sit here!" Resti snapped at the two girls, who were enjoying their break by eating dumplings in the cafeteria.

Spontaneously, they both looked up, and suddenly their eyes caught the figure of their seniors, who were always avoided by most students.

Not wanting to stall any longer and not wanting to get into trouble with Resti, to be more precise, they immediately lifted her ass off the chair and quickly moved away from there.

Resti's sardonic grin was immediately imprinted perfectly, and not long after she watched the two girls leave with a look of fear, making Resti even more powerful. She didn't expect to be feared like that.

"What do you want to order, Res?" asked Indah, Resti's best friend, who was now sitting to her left.

Letting out her breath slowly, Resti's eyes turned to stare at Indah, "just like usual," she replied briefly.

Reflexively, Resti and Indah turned their heads to the right as Lina rose from her seat and rubbed her buttocks.

"Well, where are you going?" asked Resti in surprise. Her eyebrows were almost perfectly linked.

Lina gave a small snort and said, "I want to order some food, you two wait here first, okay?" she said as she began to walk towards the cafeteria.

Before Lina had taken two steps, Resti's fist managed to stop her. Lina immediately looked back, staring at Resti with a confused expression on her face.

From the look in Lina's eyes, Resti already knew that her best friend had a big question about why Resti had stopped her footsteps.

Resti smiled a little, and then a second later she said, "No, come sit down," she said as she patted the bench beside her, motioning for Lina to sit back down.

Before she had time to comply, Resti deliberately pulled Lina's hand so that she could land on her ass again, because according to Resti, Lina was too slow to comply with her wishes.

"Duh, you can slow down, right Res? My ass hurts," Lina complained with a long grunt.

This provoked Indah's laughter, and she immediately opened her mouth wide to see Lina, who she thought was so funny.

"Go to the doctor, ask for rheumatic medicine, your bones seem to have been crushed," Indah ordered, accompanied by a chuckle from Resti.

"You're so mean, Res. I'm still sore." Lina was still complaining of the pain caused by Resti's actions a few seconds ago.

"So, we're not going to order now?" Indah asked, changing the subject. Correction. Back to the main topic, rather.

"So we did," Resti replied quickly. It wasn't long before she was casting her eyes around, looking for someone.

The corner of Resti's lips soon reappeared, and she smiled sarcastically. "Hey you, the girl drinking iced tea," she shouted loudly at the girl across the bench, who was chatting with her friend.

Reflexively, the girl swept her gaze around, not seeing anyone else drinking like her. With a flash, she looked up into Resti's face as a flat look appeared on her face.

"You called me?" she pointed at herself.

"Yes, I called you, who else is drinking besides you?!" Resti rolled her eyes lazily.

"What's wrong, sis?" she asked again, her voice hoarse. Needless to say, she looked very scared.

"Resti is calling you, don't be impolite like that. If you're called Resti, it means you have to come to the person immediately." Indah lectured the girl in a booming voice.

Without waiting any longer, the girl immediately got up from her seat, and with a pounding heart that still enveloped her body, she began to walk anxiously towards the table that was now occupied by THE ROSE gang.

"What's wrong, sis?" she asked after taking a seat in the chair, right in front of Resti.

Suddenly Lina glared, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets. "Hey... who told you to sit down? Stand up!" Lina scolded firmly.

With a feeling of alarm, the girl immediately gasped at Lina's words, now she began to stand up and look down.

"I want to talk to you, look me in the eye!" Resti said Resti in a sharp voice.

With the rhythm of her breathing still rushing, the heartbeat that still hadn't subsided made the girl even more confused. The girl spontaneously looked into Resti's eyes. She was scared out of her wits.

Resti smiled a little and said, "Order us meatballs, three sweet iced teas, one with less sugar and two with more ice cubes. Oh, and the meatballs, one with vinegar, and one and a half spoons of chili sauce. Don't forget to add more sauce, plus ... ask for big meatballs," Resti said at length, making the girl frown. She was confused by what Resti had just said because she spoke too fast. Of course, she couldn't grasp the explanation all at once.

"Here's the money." Resti handed a red bill to the girl who was about to become her servant.

Reluctantly, the girl entered the cafeteria, cutting through the crowd of people waiting in line. It annoyed her, but what could she do? No one had ever dared to resist Resti's will.

"Oh wait!"

Spontaneously, the girl looked back as Resti's voice pierced her senses.

"I have more soy sauce, and for the iced tea, I asked for a purple straw. You have to have it, if you don't have it, you have to look for it in the cafeteria next door," she said again with an innocent smile.

Letting out a long breath, the girl was forced to smile. Although her feelings were now very much on fire, In her heart, she was already cursing THE ROSE gang relentlessly. Who wouldn't resent being treated like that at the drop of a hat?

Resti, Indah, and Lina could only laugh loudly. They didn't care about the other students who were watching them with intense and relentlessly piercing eyes. Ah, Resti was always so ignorant about that. She really didn't care about them. For Resti, this was her life, and she had no right to patronize them.

"Cell, lend me your pen, I'm stuck," Weeby pleaded with Marcell, her seatmate. Not forgetting to put on a puppy-eyed face so that Marcell would help her.

Forced to stop copying notes, Marcell immediately turned and stared at Weeby with deadly eyes. "No, eat the pen, thank you!" Instead of lending Weeby the pen, Marcell cursed the girl beside him severely.

Snorting, Weeby rolled her eyes. As always, Marcell was an annoying guy. And Weeby didn't like that trait. If only Mrs. Rena, the counseling teacher who was in charge of her class, didn't arrange the seating, Weeby would have been very reluctant to sit next to Marcell. She was forced to comply.

"But my pen is stuck, you're really mean to me, I'm a girl and you're a guy, how can you not give in?" Weeby said passionately. Exasperated.

"What the hell, it's my pen, and I have the right to do whatever I want," Marcell replied sarcastically, not caring about Weeby, who was already yelling at his place.

"So what do I do? You're so annoying, do you want me to stuff your mouth with my rotten socks?" Weeby grumbled as she stomped her foot in annoyance, her teeth chattering in anger.

Marcell chuckled softly, "What's so hard about you getting permission and then going to the cooperative to buy a pen? It's just a hassle, you're the one who's acting up," Marcell scolded, making Weeby have to exhale repeatedly in exasperation. She had to put up with this every day. Weeby always got scolding and accusations from Marcell. Weeby tried to stay calm.

"I don't want to," Weeby said firmly. She shook her head repeatedly.

"It's up to you, I don't want to take care of you if Mrs. Halimah checks your papers one by one. Just get ready to have a lot of lectures," Marcell explained at length, scaring Weeby.

"Ih... I want to eat you alive! You're such an inconsiderate guy," Weeby scolded. Her repeatedly hit Marcell's sturdy arm. While Marcell didn't mind, for him, Weeby's punches were a light massage for him. It was very pleasurable.

Weeby really cursed her fate, why did she get to know a boy like Marcell? Even if Upin Ipin had grown up, Marcell was unlikely to lend her a pen, and Weeby was annoyed to death to have a stingy benchmate like Marcell.

For the next few seconds, Weeby looked around. Looking for the figures of her two best friends. However, bad luck is still bad luck. Netta was busy copying the writing, several times Weeby called her name and she still didn't hear.

What about Kenya? Ah, Weeby couldn't hope for her best friend on this one, her seat was very far from the bench Weeby was sitting on.

"Weeby, what's wrong with you?!"

Weeby immediately looked at Mrs. Halimah, the teacher was staring at her with a flat face. Weeby immediately stuttered half to death. She was really nervous.

"Um... well, this is... umm."

"Weeby doesn't want to copy notes, ma'am, it's better to be lectured, she said, so that your mouth will be sore."

Weeby was really frustrated, how dare Marcell talk like that to Mrs. Halimah? With a fierce gaze that was ready to pounce, Weeby glared at Marcell's face. She would never forgive Marcell after this. Never, and don't expect Weeby to do that! Marcell really pissed Weeby off.

It's not Marcell's name if he's not nosy and arbitrary, and he didn't feel guilty at all for doing that, let alone embarrassing Weeby to death. Marcell was truly the most annoying human on earth.

And what made Weeby even more annoyed was that Marcell was grinning without sin. With a small chuckle, Weeby immediately looked at Mrs. Halimah again after her next words successfully shocked her heart.

"Is it Weeby?!" she asked firmly.

"Eh, where is it, ma'am, Marcell made it up, don't believe what Marcell says, ma'am, his mouth sometimes has errors," said Weeby, occasionally glancing at Marcell.

Mrs. Halimah did not say anything after that, she locked her mouth. However, Marcell's words afterwards were able to arouse Weeby's anger.

"If you don't believe me, just check the book, look ma'am, it's empty, right?" Marcell held up Weeby's notebook, which was still white and smooth. Without a single scribble.

Mrs. Halimah then shook her head repeatedly. "Why don't you borrow Weeby's pen? And you Marcell, why don't you lend Weeby a pen?"

Instantly, the corners of Weeby's lips lifted. Just as she was about to say something to cry out in protest, Weeby spontaneously held back because Marcell had already floated his words back. Weeby could only sigh lightly. She was outmatched.

"He just doesn't want to, Mom, he said he's too lazy to write, it's better to listen to you lecture so that your mouth will drop," Marcell said while glancing at Weeby, who had been staring at him all this time with Weeby's eyes glaring.

"Hey, why me? You're the one who's stingy, God forbid the baby. Why do I have a peer like you, huh?" Weeby did not accept all of Marcell's accusations. Marcell was too good at inciting Mrs. Halimah. And unfortunately, the teacher believed Marcell's words even more.

"Weeby! Now you stand in front of the class, here!" ordered Mrs. Halimah in a firm voice.

Weeby immediately refused, she felt that she was not wrong in any way. And why should he be punished? Damn it! And this was all Marcell's doing, the annoying guy!

It was useless for Weeby to avoid, in fact Mrs. Halimah still cleanly told Weeby to stand in front of the class. With a heavy heart, Weeby complied. Before actually stepping forward, Weeby threw her eagle eyes at Marcell, who already felt victorious. Weeby chuckled as she swore softly, then proceeded to lift her butt off the chair. Weeby was now completely outclassed by Marcell.

"Damn you!" Weeby swore at Marcell.

After standing up straight in front of the class, Weeby did not stop glaring at Marcell. The level of annoyance increased drastically when Marcell even mocked back, let alone stuck out his tongue.

Honestly, Weeby felt hurt, humiliated, and burdened sitting on the same bench with this first-year demon. Weeby had also tried asking other friends to swap seats. However, no one was willing to accept Weeby's request. Because, they also knew that Marcell was very ignorant and disruptive. It made them uncomfortable.

"Steady, eyes straight ahead!" said Mrs. Halimah loudly.

Patience Weeby, Mrs. Halimah's hour will be over soon. Relying on the guise of pretending to be deaf, Weeby immediately leaned on the blackboard. Her back was really sore.

"Did you hear what I said? Stand up straight, show respect if necessary!"

"But I'm tired, don't torture me like this, can you really take it out on me? If you get karma, I won't participate, Mrs!"

Hearing Weeby's disrespectful words successfully made Mrs. Halimah furious.

"WEBBY! I want you to get out and run a ten-yard run! RIGHT NOW!"

Weeby's knees felt weak at once.

It's time for the students to end their learning activities. After a long wait, the school bell finally rang loudly, using a children's song.

"Huh, are we kids? Why do we use nursery rhymes?" grumbled Marcell as he put his textbooks into his bag.

Marcell's words made Weeby immediately reply, "Whatever, the important thing is that I'm entertained," said Weeby. She was wearing her favorite cardigan.

"You don't have to listen, I'm talking to myself," Marcell replied fiercely.

"Then you're crazy, right?" Weeby chuckled softly.

"You're the crazy one, you paint your hair, are you a builder?" Marcell did not want to be outdone, he threw even more sadistic words. Suddenly, it made Weeby growl in annoyance.

"You know, I won't be able to deal with you until I die," said Weeby. Her eyes rolled lazily.

"Relax, we'll continue in hell, okay?"

"You're such a bummer, what did your mom crave until she had a kid like this? I'm surprised myself." Weeby said it again. This time, it was more serious. Seeing Marcell who was silent, shutting his mouth tightly, successfully provoked Weeby to speak again. "Why are you silent? What are you craving, I'm wondering? Fart cravings, huh?" Weeby asked originally, she narrowed her eyes, looking at Marcell.

"Here, do you want to fart on me?"

"Sure, come here," challenged Weeby as she thrust her face closer to Marcell.

Weeby's guts were big, too. Of course Marcell wouldn't do that, he was just joking, Marcell wasn't serious at all.

"I'm too lazy to listen to you, get out of here!" Marcell shouted while waving his hand, signaling Weeby to get away from him.

"Who wants to be here all the time, I want to go home too," Weeby replied fiercely, and then she began to step away from Marcell, who was still standing in place.

***

"By, let's go to the mall, I haven't been there in a while," said Netta, who was sitting right beside Webby.

Weeby, Kenya, and Netta were now in Weeby's car. Weeby, who was focused on holding the steering wheel, now glanced at Netta silently. Weeby only looked at Netta for two seconds, after which she returned her focus to the road ahead.

"Yes By, it's been a long time since we went there, you agree, right?" It was Kenya's turn to exclaim. She sat on the back seat.

Exhaling slowly, Weeby said, "I don't think I can, you know, lately my father always forbids me to go after school?"

Hearing Weeby's words instantly made Kenya and Netta's faces frown.

"Your father is very protective, but once in a while it's okay to go By!" Netta pleaded again while showing puppy eyes, intending to make Weeby's heart move and obey her wishes.

"But I..."

"Just once By, just this once. Your father won't be angry," Kenya interrupted Weeby's speech. She also incited Weeby to agree.

"I'll treat you to a meal later, I miss the mall so much." Kenya replied again while chuckling softly. Her mind was already drifting to what she would do when she got to the mall later.

Reluctantly, Weeby nodded slowly. Agreeing to the words of her two best friends. Although she doubted if her father would not be angry. Ah, but hopefully. Weeby must pray more.

Suddenly, Kenya and Netta immediately cheered with excitement after Weeby gave an answer, Weeby's ears were buzzing to catch the two lovebirds' loud voices. Repeatedly, Kenya made small jumps in the back. Weeby, who was watching through the rearview mirror, just smiled at her best friend's behavior.

It took forty-five minutes to reach the mall, which was quite a long time. Moreover, it was in the afternoon, a time when traffic jams were prevalent.

"Where are we going first, eating?" Clothing store? Bags? Shoes? Make up? Or a movie?" Kenya exclaimed impatiently.

Weeby and Netta just shook their heads and smiled wryly at Kenya's enthusiasm. It was embarrassing, like she had never been to the mall.

After arguing for about five minutes, they finally agreed to go to the cafe first. Before traveling, it's better to fill your stomach first, right?

Oh yes, Weeby would also collect Kenya's promise that she would treat herself to a meal.

"I'll go to the toilet first, you two just wait here!"

Before Kenya and Netta could say yes, Weeby had already darted away. They both just stomped their feet in annoyance. They couldn't help but wait for Weeby.

Snickering, again and again, Netta stomped her feet on the floor, while Kenya folded her hands in front of her chest while pursing her lips. No doubt, they were always annoyed when Weeby went to the toilet, she always lingered there.

Arriving at the restroom, Weeby looked at her reflection in the mirror near the sink.

Letting out a few long breaths, Weeby took the medicine from her bag. For a moment, she looked at the medicine for a few seconds.

It was always like that, every day, Weeby had to hide when she wanted to take the medicine. There was no reason for her to do such a thing, she just didn't want her two best friends to know.

Honestly, Weeby didn't feel pain anywhere in her body. But why did she have to take medicine every day? Weeby was very depressed and forced to do it all.

If that person didn't force her to do so, perhaps Weeby would be reluctant to damage her mind and soul by taking medicine that she herself didn't know what kind of medicine and to cure what illness she was taking?

Weeby often complained that everyone assumed that Weeby was a bad girl and was notorious for being obnoxious. In fact, she had another side. A very fragile side.

In fact, after taking the drug, Weeby became dizzy and nauseous. Doesn't it sound strange that someone who is physically and mentally fit should take drugs? It sounded ridiculous, but not to Weeby.

That girl was used to doing that, even if it was by force. Weeby often flatly refused the orders of people who told her to do that. But what the hell, Weeby was even more tormented.

How long will Weeby feel this miserable? Without realizing it, Weeby had shed her tears, but a few seconds later she immediately wiped them away.

Weeby didn't want to cry about it. Yes, although many times she couldn't help but feel this pain. Why was that person so mean to her, and what was the motive for making Weeby take this medicine?

Reluctantly, Weeby swallowed the medicine with a bitter feeling. Her life went on like this, hurting her heart and soul. Moreover, Weeby took the medicine three times a day.

For a moment, she looked at her reflection in the mirror again, then she smiled cynically at her life that was full of drama like this.

Weeby, who was known to be fierce and scary, was none other than Weeby, who had a fragile and weak nature.