Part 3 : Regret

The lesson bell rang. Mrs.Laras has not yet arrived in the classroom, even though she is usually the most diligent teacher. Even 10 minutes before the bell rang, she was already in the classroom.

I saw Kenzo, the ruffian student in my class running while hiding under the back seat. At the same time, a teacher in her 50s entered the classroom with a pair of scissors in her hand. She is mrs.Barbara.

Who doesn’t know mrs.Barbara? the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair.

“Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her.

After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied because her efforts were out in vain. Finally she could cut Kenzo’s high-haired hair.

The class became boisterous when mrs.Barbara had finished cutting Kenzo’s hair by about five 

centimeter.

“This is so strange, Mom.” Kenzo protested seeing his current hair.

“What’s so strange? You look much more handsome than before,” said mrs.Barbara.

“Ah, you must be lying, Mom. How could I get more handsome if you cut my beauty preety much like this.” Kenzo continues to grumble.

“Never mind, you just shut up. Not you who see how you are, but other people. Try asking to Ella, surely she will say you’re handsome.”

I was surprised when my name was mentioned by mrs.Barbara.

What’s wrong with me? Why should I comment on Kenzo’s current appearance? I mean, there are 20 girls beside me in this class to be consulted. Why me?

“Obviously if she will tell honestly that I’m ugly, Mom,” said Kenzo who already knew the answer.

I laugh.

I’ve always hated Kenzo.

While other girls adore and try to win Kenzo’s heart, I am the only girl who has never been captivated by Kenzo’s charm.

I think Kenzo is an ordinary guy, not very handsome and not very smart. Even though he is among the richest students in this school. He even owns several luxury cars and I heard he also has a black card in his wallet.

“Listen first how Ella’s comments about your appearance. Ella, how does Kenzo look like now?” Mrs.Barbara is still waiting for my answer.

Not only mrs.Barbara, the whole class is also looking at me – they are still waiting for my answer.

“Um… you’re a little handsome.” I replied giving up.

The class that was originally silent has become noisy at my answer.

“What are you saying? A little? You are very stingy praise me.” Kenzo protested not accepted.

“Hey, never mind. You’re still lucky because Ella praised you,” said Bobby soothingly.

My class slowly returned to silence. My friends’ gaze fixed on someone who was already standing by the classroom door.

OMG, Joe! I screamed.

Why is he in my class?

Oh my God, am I dreaming?

I still remember if a year ago Joe said goodbye to me to study in Paris. I thought he had forgotten our city.

“Hi Joe.” Mrs.Barbara welcomed Joe with great joy – just like a mother who just met her child after so many years they were separated.

“What made you come all the way from Paris here?” asked mrs.Barbara.

“I wanna meet Ella.”

My eyes were perfectly rounded hearing what Joe said.

Did I hear you right? Joe want to see me? What for? Didn’t he always refuse when I asked him to meet him? Even before he left for Paris, I followed him to the airport. Then now? Why did he suddenly want to meet me?

“Ella, didn’t you hear Joe wanted to see you?”

I gasped at the sound of mrs.Barbara.

I walked out followed by Joe.

Here we are, on the school rooftop, only two of.

“What do you wanna say?” I asked without preamble.

“How are you, La?”

Oh my God, those beautiful green eyes looked back at me. How long has it been since I saw those beautiful eyes?

My heart rustled again, remembering all the events that have been through with Joe. Oh no, more precisely the occasion where I tried to get Joe’s heart. Because no matter how hard I try, Joe still rejects me.

“Are you all right, La?” Joe asked again.

I lifted my head, now I dare to look at him.

“Am I dreaming?”

“What do you mean, La?”

“After many times you rejected me and decided to leave me, you can still ask how I’m doing? Oh yeah, I also still remember where you kicked me out at the airport even though you know at the time many people saw.” I said bitterly.

“So what should I do?” Joe asked confused.

“Why are you asking me? Just ask your heart if you still deserve to ask someone you have hurt thousands of time.” I tried my best to hold back the turmoil in my heart.

“La, I’m sorry. I’m sorry because…”

“Never mind, Joe. I forgive all your treatment to me. But if you want me to return to the was I was when I was chasing you, sorry, I can’t. my heart is dead for you. Because when you decided to leave me, that’s where I made sure you lost me.”

I walked away leaving Joe.

Not long ago I stepped, Joe grabbed my wrist.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Can’t you give me one more change?” Joe keeps begging.

I exhaled heavily. I removed his hand from my wrist.

“Find another girl who is much better than me. Find for another girl who is more patient than me, who is still waiting even though she is constantly being dumped. Sorry, I can’t. my feelings for you have long been thrown away.”

I ran left Joe. This time the man didn’t come after me.

My chest fluctuates due to the turmoil that I have endured for a long time, my tears finally shed too.

God, is my choice the right one?