Burit: Budak Sekolah Tunjuk

A group of boys from the rugby team were arm-wrestling over a plate of mee goreng . Three girls from the Chinese stream were practicing a dance routine near the bike shed – something for the upcoming Hari Kokurikulum . A lone student, a quiet boy named Raj from the Tamil stream, was reading a fantasy novel under a rain tree, oblivious to the noise.

They both laughed, then quickly lowered their voices as the ustazah walked past, a stack of Quranic tapes in her hands. She gave them a knowing smile but said nothing. Budak Sekolah Tunjuk Burit

"See you. Don't forget – Add Maths tuition." A group of boys from the rugby team

Aina leaned her head against the cool tiled wall. Her mother had texted her that morning: "Jangan lupa, tuition tomorrow night. Add Maths." Aina hadn't replied. Add Maths was the monster under every Malaysian student's bed. The subject that made grown teenagers weep into their nasi lemak . They both laughed, then quickly lowered their voices