Beautiful

Her name is Azmil, the most beautiful girl in my school. She was blessed by God with a
proportional body, white skin, wide eyes, sharp (a sharp) nose and beautiful flowing hair. Oh
ya, she also has an adorable smile. It is not uncommon for people to think that Azmil is a
member of an idol group that still exists today. Although she rarely wears make-up, the
uniform she wears is a bit too big, she is still stunning. Whenever Azmil walks in the school
corridor, the boys are always looking for opportunities to greet her. "Azmil, how was your
math homework, is it finished?", “Mil, early morning” "Azmil, you‟re really neat today" “Hi
Mil, you look so tired, what‟s going on (?)”
Not only in the real world, Azmil is the center of attention but also in cyberspace or
social media. Every time Azmil writes something on social media, immediately there will be a
flood of likes and comments. It's very different from me, in the real world even though I've made
up all-out (all out ) ,it's still never seen anyone responding. Likewise, in the virtual world, I have
made a status with poetic language but there only two likes. Well, being born not beautiful
makes me have to fight harder to look attractive. I have tried various ways. Starting from skin
care (skincare) so that my skin looks brighter and always actively following fashion. I also
diligently use face cream to make me more unattractive. I've even rebounded my curly hair to
look like Raisa's hair, my favorite singer. But it's useless. The boys never glance at me. Eh,
there's a guy who always greets me every day, but not because he's interested in me but to
borrow my assignment book when he is not doing homework. He is also diligent in liking when I
make statuses. Hmm, I think he must have done that because he was afraid I wouldn't lend him
the assignment book.
Honestly, sometimes I feel tired trying to look attractive. I also hate it when I have to
walk with beautiful girls, especially with Azmil. It was so painful when we were walking the
boys just greeted Azmil, as if she was just walking alone. Halloow (hallo) I'm here you can't see!
Unfortunately, I even got the task of writing a paper one group with Azmil, which made me have
to spend a lot of time with him.

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"I'm sorry, I'm late, the road is jammed ..." Azmil said explaining his delay in coming to my
house to make assignments.
Well, I invited Azmil to do the paper at my house, rather than at his house. Because at my house,
I don't have to dress up and look beautiful. I thought, it would also be useless. All the way to
Azmil's house, no one would be interested in teasing me. Azmil objected and asked me to come
to her house. But because I forced her, she finally relented.

"It's okay, Mil, it's only at this hour. Let's go straight to the room, "I answered pretending to be
friendly, inviting Azmil to come in.

Azmil looks relaxed with jeans below the knee, a plain t-shirt, a denim jacket and a small
backpack on her back. As usual, she doesn't need to wear fancy clothes and make-up to look
beautiful.

"Why are you so beautiful, Mil?" My praise, when we were in the room.

Azmil immediately pouted at my compliment. "Rum.., I don't like being complimented pretty,"

"So what?" I said surprised by Azmil's answer which was completely unexpected.

I am, who is not beautiful, just desperately dress up (dressing up) so that someone
compliments me on being beautiful but Azmil is the opposite. Azmil looked sadly at me.

Haltingly, she began to talk about why she hated being called beautiful. "Because, I once lost a
friend, because her boyfriend, my best friend, praised me for being beautiful."

"It's not your fault. After all, beauty is a gift, I just wasn't born beautiful, I tried hard to look
beautiful," I answered in disbelief.

“Beauty is troublesome, Rum, I always feel uncomfortable and insecure. Especially if I go alone,
there are always naughty boys who tease you for fun. I also have to be friendly when called by
fashion boys at school or I'll be labeled (labelled) as arrogant (an arrogant) pretty girl. That's why
I'm more comfortable
wearing regular makeup. I also wear a uniform that is a bit oversized at school. I wish, no one
else would compliments (compliment) me on my beauty…”

Jleb, Azmil's explanation really changed my assessment of Azmil, the girl who has always made
me jealous with all the charms she has. I was embarrassed when Azmil told me that she was
often suddenly hated for no reason by the girls at school. I also feel guilty for forcing Azmil to
do chores at my house which makes Azmil have to take public transportation and be teased by
pranksters like she said. I hugged Azmil tightly. I immediately felt guilty. So far I hate Azmil
even though I don't show it directly.

"Sorry Mil, all this time I was one of the girls who hated you for no reason..." I said softly.

Azmil hugged me tightly. "You want to be my friend right Rum?"

"Yes I do…"

My conversation with Azmil made me realize that being born beautiful is not always fun. I am
also grateful, because all this time I am free to go anywhere without fear that someone will tease
me. Don‟t even tease, even they don‟t glance, ha ha.

“Drrrrrrrrt”

The vibration of my cellphone's ( cell phone’s) voice disturbed the emotional atmosphere that
was starting to become intertwined. I could already guess who was calling this late in the
evening, and my guess was right when I saw the name Ibnu, the only guy who often calls me,
was on the screen. Even though I'm lazy, I received a call from him.

“Hallow Rum, don't forget there's a chemist task pages a hundred. As usual, tomorrow I'll be
waiting for you, uh, I mean your assignment book at the school gate, he he. have (Have) a
nice day Rum… ”

"Later night I want to stay up until morning! Huh," I muttered annoyed,

I immediately turned off the phone. Then, Azmil asked who called me to make me grumpy. I
passionately told him that Ibnu often called to remind me to do the homework, and the next
morning he would interrupt me to copy it. Really, I feel that all this time I have only been used
by Ibnu. But Azmil's response was beyond my expectations.

"Ibnu? the (The) guy in IPA B who is good at composing the song?"

"Yeah..." I answered slowly.

“Oh my god Rum! It's really lucky that you „re often called by Ibnu. He's the only the guy who's
never teased me, you know, actually I really want to be teased by him.”

"He's like that because he has mission, to cheat my work," I'm still annoyed with Ibnu.

"That's just a trick, Rum, so that he has a reason to greet you. I'm in the same junior high school
with him, and as far as I know, he's a diligent and smart kid. For 3 years I'm in the same class as
him, I've never seen him cheating on homework's (homework) friends. He even often wins too.
All my friends admire him because he is low profile. He doesn't like to show that he's smart, all
my friends salute him because he is smart, diligent, polite and not arrogant. He's cool in my
opinion Rum, he is cute right " (?)

I don't know why Azmil's answer made Ibnu's face suddenly cross my mind.

The end : this story is good , that’s make me spirit to read this story .

By: Hanif Maulani'am Ibnu Sholah