He is the abang everyone fears. He wears his white shirt tucked in perfectly, his lanyard has three different badges, and he patrols the perhimpunan like a hawk. Yet, the most popular storyline is when he falls for the budak baru who always forgets her tali leher. The drama involves secret notes inside the Buku Pengawas and a rivalry with the Mat Rempit of the school.
They started passing notes between classes — hidden in textbook pages, slipped into lockers, once even folded inside a kueh mui during recess. Nothing big. Just:
“Aina, hari ni awak tak makan. Kenapa?”
“Sibuk hafal asmaul husna.”
“Hafal sambil makan. Nanti pengsan, saya kena tolong angkat. Berat ke?”
“Kurang ajar.”
Her friends teased her. “Danial tu playboy la. Suka usik pompuan.”
But Aina noticed he never flirted with others. He just helped everyone — carried books for teachers, consoled a junior who failed Math, and once, he gave his only air bandung to a crying Form 1 girl who lost her duit belanja.
That was the moment Aina realized: Danial wasn’t trying to be cool. He was just kind. And kindness, she learned, was more dangerous than sweet talk.
They never said “I love you.” That felt too big, too American. Instead, Danial said: “Saya doakan awak setiap kali lepas solat.”
And Aina replied: “Saya simpan semua nota awak dalam fail plastic.”
They knew the rules. No holding hands. No dating outside school. No disappearing after waktu rehat. But they also knew the ache — the way your chest tightens when you see someone’s name on a group assignment, the way you memorize their class schedule just to “accidentally” walk past.
One evening, after kelas tambahan, Danial walked her to the bas hentian. The sky was purple. He asked, “Boleh saya telefon awak hujung minggu?”
“Telefon? Buat apa?”
“Dengar suara awak.”
She looked down at her shoes. “Saya takut.”
“Takut apa?”
“Takut ini semua jadi haram sebelum sampai masa.”
He was quiet for a long time. Then: “Masa kita kena jaga. Bukan elak.”
That night, he called her house phone at exactly 9. Her mother answered. Danial said, “Assalamualaikum, cikgu. Saya Danial, kumpulan projek Sejarah Aina. Boleh saya tanya dia satu soalan?”
Aina picked up the phone, heart pounding.
“Soalan apa?” she whispered.
“Soalan: Esok saya belikan nasi lemak bungkus untuk awak. Telur mata ke telur rebus?”
She laughed into the receiver. “Telur mata. Jangan lupa timun.”
The first crack came during Minggu Sukan. A girl from 5 Cempaka — Farah, pretty, loud, good at lemparan cakera — stood close to Danial, fixing his tag nombor. Too close. She laughed. Danial laughed too.
Aina watched from the khemah with her arms crossed. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even frown.
But that night, she wrote in her notebook:
“Jangan rasa macam awak ada hak. Awak bukan apa-apa. Tapi kenapa sakit?”
The next morning, she avoided him. Didn’t take his note from the locker. Sat at the far end of the library.
Danial found her anyway. He sat across without asking. Pushed a new piece of paper toward her. sex melayu budak smk bintulu 3gp video fixed new
“Farah kawan lama. Dia tolong ikat tag. Saya cakap saya suka orang lain. Dia tanya siapa. Saya cakap ‘dia duduk kat library selalu, bawa buku biru.’”
Aina looked at her blue notebook. Lifted her eyes.
“Bodoh,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Tapi awak baca kan?”
By: Cikgu Hatiku Berdebar
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