Now, there is no more Resti who always tells the younger classmates to comply with her requests, no more Resti who always wears THE ROSE gang jacket, no more Resti who looks like a model, and no more Resti who has colored hair.
All of that has been lost to time, and Resti has truly changed. Transformed into many times more annoying, that's what Weeby thinks.
In her blank stare and mind, Weeby was now sitting alone, on one of the long benches in the school garden, waiting for Marcell as she had requested during gym time this morning.
Not keeping promises was not Weeby's middle name, although now she has not shown the test pack, but Weeby still took the time to come. While waiting, Weeby twisted her brain, looking for the right reason to express her intention to ask Marcell to meet here.
The incident when Resti accused her like that was still ringing in Weeby's head. For a moment, she let out a long breath. Everyone hated her, whether with Uti or maybe her best friend.
While Weeby was still in her reverie, suddenly a heavy voice interrupted her. For a few seconds, Weeby was stunned. She lifted her chin, looking at a tall guy who stood in front of her with a flat face. This is Marcell.
"What do you want to say? Don't mince words, I don't need that. And I don't have much time either."
Exhaling heavily, Weeby tried to subdue her emotions, she already knew that Marcell was just like his other classmates. Marcell hated her, and the boy was disgusted.
"Why are you silent? What do you want to say? I'm getting more and more annoyed with you, you know By?"
Marcell ruffled his waist, still standing in front of Weeby, and now the boy said sarcastically. From the words that came out of his mouth, it was obvious that Marcell was really annoyed with Weeby.
"Okay, since you didn't start either. I'll talk first."
Weeby spontaneously looked at Marcell's pair of beady eyes, and for whatever reason, she was silent like this. Even though a few minutes ago Weeby had found the right sentence to say it.
There was a long pause between the two of them, but in the third second after the silence occurred, Marcell's heavy voice suddenly made Weeby's heart heat up.
"Okay, I want to ask, are you really pregnant?"
Marcell's forehead looked bumpy, and his eyes squinted, trying to find an answer from the look on Weeby's face. However, Marcell still hadn't found it. The only way was to wait for Weeby's answer.
"I'm not pregnant, you're just like everyone else, accusing me randomly. Everyone is accusing me of nothing."
"Randomly? Resti has found evidence. And you say it's random?!" Marcell then chuckled, looking the other way as he chuckled mockingly.
"It's not mine."
"Then whose, Resti, do you mean?" Marcell was silent for a moment, but two seconds later he spoke up again, "Oh, I know, because that's why you told me and Resti to break up, you accused Resti of nothing when you yourself were pregnant. You're shameless, By!"
Weeby died on the spot, wanting to deny Marcell's words because she felt like her tongue was very unfriendly, it felt numb.
"If Resti and I break up, do you want to persuade me to date you? Then you'll ask me to take responsibility for your pregnancy, huh?" Marcell growled even more, his hands clenching into fists until his knuckles turned white. "I can't believe you're that cunning, Weeby." In the end, Marcell sighed tiredly, he could not understand Weeby's behavior.
"I'm not actually pregnant, it's your girl who's pregnant. I told you that because I feel sorry for you, I care about you even though you're always annoying."
Marcell was silent, waiting for Weeby's next words.
"And I don't have any thoughts of going out with you, I told you to break up with her because you would be trapped by that girl. I feel sorry for you if you have to take responsibility. You don't want that to happen, do you?"
"There's no way Resti is pregnant, if she was, I would have known."
Weeby immediately denied it, looking intently at Marcell, her facial gesture looking very serious.
"Because Resti covered it up long ago. She got pregnant because of her ex."
"Her ex?"
Firmly, Weeby nodded seriously. "It's up to you if you don't believe me, the important thing is that I've told you the real facts, if it happens later, you can't regret it. That's a choice you have to make for yourself."
"I'm still not sure. You're the one who got pregnant, why is Resti to blame? You're weird, By. You're accusing Resti of getting pregnant because of her ex."
Weeby immediately replied with a heavy and harsh voice, "I'm not accusing, that's the truth. Resti tricked me, the test pack was hers. And I intended to give it to you."
"What if you don't use evidence? Is that what you mean by reality?" Marcell continued to rant, with a pair of eyes that were already flashing flames of anger.
"I'm going home." After saying goodbye, Weeby immediately stepped away from Marcell, who was still showing a confused look on his face. Confused because Weeby never replied to his words.
Weeby was tired, she wanted to end this dispute as soon as possible. She knew that Marcell wouldn't believe everything she said.
Marcell was silent for a long time, his brain processing what had happened earlier. He was confused—who should he trust this time? Weeby or Resti?
If it was true that Weeby was pregnant, she would have been crying because of all the abuse, insults, and curses from her classmates. However, as far as Marcell could tell, Weeby seemed unremarkable.
If Weeby's words concerned Resti's pregnant state, Marcell still didn't fully believe it. Weeby accused Marcell of having no evidence at all. It's not wrong if Marcell still doesn't believe Weeby, while Resti was the one who found the test pack in Weeby's bag.
Exhaling furiously, Marcell then pushed his hair back, he was really frustrated with all of this. About who was pregnant. Resti or Weeby?
After standing for a while, Marcell decided to leave this place. He chose to go home and lay down on his soft bed. Marcell needed to calm his frantic mind and soul.
Then, Marcell's memory suddenly appeared, his steps suddenly stopped, and straight vertical lines were also blatantly visible on his forehead. Marcell remembers that at the café yesterday, Resti had held her mouth and asked to go to the bathroom.
Resti was nauseous? Isn't that one of the symptoms of a pregnant woman? Marcell's chest suddenly heated up. Who should he trust?
Marcell closed his eyes for a moment, he needed to cool his brain. It was enough that he thought about the things that made him frantic. And now he could only focus on the road ahead. Not being serious about driving can also cause very serious accidents.
The next day at school. Apparently, news of Weeby's rumored pregnancy had already spread throughout the school. Even the school security guards, gardeners, and cafeteria ladies got the information.
From the moment Weeby's footsteps walked towards her class, she had already received blasphemy as well as stares of disdain from other students.
Weeby could only sigh long and furiously, she was confused about this situation. Why did everyone believe what Resti said? even though that girl is pregnant!
It was a big mistake if anyone said Weeby was fine, in fact, the girl was holding her shame. Being randomly accused made her chest heat up. How long will it take for things to get back to normal?
It might be until Weeby is expelled from school. After the door of her classroom was in sight, Weeby immediately dragged her feet to enter, and she walked slowly to her seat. After one second, Weeby immediately landed on her buttocks.
Weeby didn't care about her classmates avoiding her. After Weeby entered the classroom, all the students scattered out of the room. Weeby, who saw the incident, could only exhale from her lungs tiredly, she had to be very patient to respond to the situation this time.
Weeby then turned her head, apparently, Uti was still beside her. Weeby immediately processed his brain, and of course Uti could not get off the bench because it was blocked by Weeby.
With high initiative, Weeby got up from the chair, stood up, and immediately invited Uti to come out like her other friends.
Feeling that the seat next to her was empty, Uti's attention was drawn to Weeby. Her forehead looked bumpy.
"By, why are you standing?"
Weeby immediately said, "You want to leave like the others to avoid me, right?"
After staring at Uti for a few seconds, Weeby then looked down, staring at her slightly worn pair of shoes.
"Look into my eyes, By!" Uti exclaimed, and Weeby couldn't help but immediately obey, turning her pair of eyeballs to look into Uti's dark black iris.
Uti smiled softly, while Weeby was still stunned in response to her best friend's attitude.
"I'm not them, whatever they want, the important thing is that I don't agree with other people."
Weeby still hadn't fully digested Uti's words; he was still trying to find an answer, but couldn't find one.
Uti caught the look of confusion on Weeby's face, and she immediately smiled, Weeby's face looked funny when she thought hard like that.
"The point is, I don't believe Resti's accusations against you, I'm sure you're not pregnant. I'm on your side."
Weeby almost shed a tear, she was really touched. Of the hundreds of people who hated her, luckily there were still some left. Uti smiled, and unexpectedly, she got a warm hug from Weeby.
"Thank you, for believing in me." Weeby's voice sounded weak, and with her chin perched on Uti's shoulder, suddenly a clear liquid just escaped from her eyes.
"It's not like best friends have to trust each other, right?"
After the embrace that lasted for a while, Uti looked at Weeby, then her fingers wiped Weeby's tears that were still pooling on her cheeks.
Suddenly, a buzz from the teacher's desk distracted Weeby and Uti. In unison, they immediately turned their heads, looking at who the person who did the deed was.
"Hey you, slutty girl, you are called by Mrs. Arum in the counseling room. Hurry up and go there."
After getting information from her classmate, Uti and Weeby looked at each other, and Weeby gave a small nod.
"I'll go first, Ti." Weeby was about to get up from the chair, but her wrist was immediately prevented by Uti, so Weeby's movement was instantly canceled.
"Why Ti?"
"It's okay, you're excited. I know Ms. Arum wants to discuss the matter. You have to support yourself and convince Ms. Arum that you're not wrong. Already, I just want to say that."
For the rest, Uti smiled reassuringly, released her hand, and allowed Weeby to leave. For a moment, Weeby smiled softly, Uti was indeed a friend who always cared about her.
"Thanks again, Ti? You are indeed my most understanding friend. I love you. I'm happy because you support me and believe in me."
Uti smiled warmly and nodded. Then, Weeby finally started to get up and stepped out of his classroom, walking with long strides towards the counseling room. After arriving, Serbu now sat expectantly with Mrs. Arum.
"Weeby, can you explain all the scattered information to me?"
Only ten seconds after Weeby landed her butt on the sofa, Mrs. Arum was already attacking Weeby with questions. Weeby knew that the counselor was not a killer like most counselors; in fact, Mrs. Arum seemed very nice.
Letting out a sigh, Weeby's tail turned to Mrs. Arum, who was still waiting for an answer.
"The news that spread is not true, ma'am. The test pack is not mine ma'am, I'm not pregnant."
Weeby said with a weak intonation of voice, and her eyes continued to stare at the test pack that Mrs. Arum placed on the table.
Now, it was Mrs. Arum who sighed in exasperation. "In that case, who got you pregnant, Weeby? Let me make him take responsibility. I'll tell your parents."
Weeby blinked, turning her gaze towards Mrs. Arum, looking at her intently. Responsibility? Did she mean to tell Weeby to get married? No, Weeby did not agree at all, it was not her fault, why did it have to be like this?
"I already told you, ma'am, that I'm not pregnant, don't you believe me? It's not mine, ma'am, it's Resti's, she's the one who's actually pregnant."
"Resti?" Mrs. Arum's eyebrows were almost knitted together, her forehead already showing the wrinkles that had accumulated.
Weeby neutralized her heartbeat for a moment, taking in a deep breath of air. For a moment, she remained silent. However, it wasn't long before Weeby recounted the actual chronology of events.
After telling the story at length, Weeby leaned her back against the back of the sofa, looking at Mrs. Arum intently. Waiting for her reaction, hopefully the counselor will believe her. Indeed, Mrs. Arum had to believe because what Weeby told her concerned the reality of what really happened.
"Weeby, i still have doubts. It could be that your story is just a trick, right? Now, while I'm being kind to you, I'll give you a chance to contact your parents to come see me. If you're scared, I'll talk to them nicely. Trust me, they won't be angry with you."
Weeby straightened up, her eyes blinking repeatedly, Mrs. Arum's words that had just floated in the air made Weeby's body tremble. Why does it have to do with parents? Weeby didn't want to deal with her father.
"Why do you have to bring up parents at all? My story is true, it's not made up. It was Resti who got pregnant, not me."
Mrs. Arum seemed to smile. "I don't want to be mad at you, now I'll give you ten minutes to tell your parents you're here. Oh one more thing, you should also tell the guy who caused this incident and tell him to call his parents too."