ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXVIII: Mysterious B Value

My steps stopped in front of the BAAK office. Several tiled students filled the room, queuing to take KHS (Study Result Card ) . Want to come in, but it's better to wait. You guys know KHS? This is another name for students.

Remember the times are still in red-and-white uniforms when parents have to take the report card. There is no appropriate metaphor to describe the situation at that time. Mother wearing her best kebaya, with a fairly natural and not menoran makeup, came to school while wearing my thin arms.

For other children, maybe the report card division is similar to yaumul hisab, when the homeroom teacher shows our behavior during school. Each parent discussed seriously, face to face to face to discuss the academic development of his sons and daughters.

The results were satisfactory, his parents smiled widely while making an announcement to the world around that his son had incised the best results. Highlights of pride emanated from the look on their faces.

Conversely, for students whose achievements are less than satisfactory will be greeted with a negative aura from the face of parents. In fact, not infrequently some of them directly cursed their children in front of the audience.

What part am I on?

I, Abhimanyu Prasetyo, without the intention of puffing out my chest, my name was always called Bu Jumiati the homeroom teacher at that time as a first-rate resident. Truly, I must still be at the third rank.

So, the report card sharing event doesn't worry me much. Not in vain mother wearing her best kebaya. He will always be proud of me, sharing stories with anyone he knows. Starting from vegetable makers to farmers in the far reaches of the village. Who does not know Abhimanyu Prasetyo bin Sumarno? This name is always as red as it is, inviting the beautiful butterflies to come closer.

Among them is Larasati bint Turonggo.

Unfortunately, I remain a shy person. Ms. Jumiati always gave a note to my mother that I was a child who was not good at socializing with the environment. My closest friend is Pardi.

Never moved to another heart.

Still firmly imprinted in memory, when the late father always gave me great motivation. But that's. Theory is always more beautiful than practice. Confidence that only a handful is still curbed to this day.

But let me be like that. Be yourself, without pretending to wear someone else's mask.

Unfortunately, that childhood story didn't repeat itself when I was a student. My mind is not as sharp as it used to be. Like a knife that is rarely sharpened, now the problem begins to blunt.

Thoughts that were once clean have also begun to be contaminated with various kinds of sins. I'm not a hypocrite.

Especially after being able to identify a creature named female.

Instead of increasing the spirit, even the charm of the beauty of God's creatures often poison the brain at inappropriate times. The proof, about Mechanical Engineering that I should be able to solve even backfire. It feels like a row of numbers and written formulas only make the stomach nauseous.

Only Lusi is my Albert Einstein. I don't know what lives in his genius brain. If Lusi lived in the early 20th century, his name would be no less famous than other world inventors. Maybe he can find a feeling-detection device. How useful this tool is in this loving age. Susi is Kristen Stewart, but Einstein's brain is.

Imagine that!

The complex Engineering Mechanics problem can be solved in minutes. In fact, I whose standards are still pretty much have trouble solving.

The basics of physics, while not very good at it, I'm not very stupid. Newton's Law? It's like a daily snack.

If I just find it difficult, what about Darwis who often cheats my work? When Lusi gave enlightenment, Darwis could only stupefy while drooling. Maybe he was amazed by the intelligence of Susi. Or his brain is completely black?

Ah, he's watching too many morally damaging movies!

Now the BAAK room is deserted. Only a few students remained who were still waiting. It was my turn, a little heart pounding. This is not the first time I have received KHS. A thin piece of paper that had such a devastating effect on my life. The series of letters written in capital letters is quite thrilling. I found three A values printed on paper. Directly kupelototti value task image.

Alhamdulillahot.

The B value is beautifully engraved like the inscription on the sheet. Though I predict I will get a C for this one course. There's something that relaxes the chest cavity. If Mr. Anto Darsono were in this place, I would probably kiss his hand at the mercy of having dubbed him the Bald Monster.

The value of B given is a mystery in itself, considering my duty is not checked and asked. Where does this B value come from?

To celebrate the excitement, I want to indulge a little. The pain I had yesterday was probably an accumulation of brain-clogging thoughts. In an article I've read, stress can weaken a person's immune system. That could be the cause.

I don't know what's going on, I'd like to call Dahlia.

“Yuk eat rawon satan!” take me with confidence.

“Hmm. Tumben ...” sanction Dahlia. Looks like he smelled the shrimp scent behind the rempeyek.

“I'm happy today. Get a B in Engineering Drawing. Meet me yuk!” my ul.

“Then I eat this?”

Bussyet! She doubted me.

“Iya. Take it easy I pay, my arrogant”.

There was actually no intention of underestimating, maybe he felt sorry for me.

“Alah. How much does a rawon plate cost. Not even fifty grand! Yes replace it. Your time continues to treat me.”

“Eh, eat me a lot of loh ...”

Without making such a confession, I understand. I remember eating at his house a while ago. I was a little surprised to see Dahlia's appetite. Not to mention when eating lemper while visiting my residence in Jombang.

“Beres! Don't worry.”

“Darwis invited right?”

The dervish? Duh. Why was the boy invited? Outside the budget ....

“No,” I replied uninspired.

“Take it! I paid for the Dervish, and you paid for my share. Deal?”

Alright. The deal's been made. We finally invited Darwis to participate in a small party in order to celebrate the mysterious B value I got.

After Azan magrib, I have dressed up neatly and present. The gathering point has been set. Darwis and I waited in front of the roadside mosque, because my contract was in an alley, so the car could not get in. While waiting, we sat on an old wooden bench while chatting.

“You are great,” praise Darwis.

“Why?” ask me indifferently.

“You were able to melt the Dahlia iceberg,” Darwis replied.

“Ah, normal!”

“Now answer me honestly. Do you like Dahlia?”

Deg.

The question of Dervish is quite simple, but striking. Then what is the importance of Darwis asking this? It's none of his business, is it?

“Why? You jealous?” I'm reversing Darwis' question.

“Jealous of you? Amit-amit!” darwis Cibir.

The insolent!

“She's a lot of nolongin me, Dar. Yes, you are sure eating is okay. The hand above is better than the hand below,” my light.

“Cih, cliche answer ...”

“Keep you want answers like what?” my attack.

Darwis. He did not continue this conversation. Sometimes I am a bit surprised by Darwis. A little crazy, but sometimes unique. Including in women's affairs. His taste is a bit out of the box. Remember when he chased Diana who was unique after three dollars with him? Unfortunately, the feeling of like was pushed aside arbitrarily by Diana.

Pretty tragic.

Beep-beep!

A Honda Civic stopped right in front of us. Of course, until anytime I will not forget the car that I once rode when it rained the other day. Yeah, a car smells like a mall toilet.

We immediately entered enthusiastically.

To strengthen my opinion, I whispered to Darwis.

“Dar, if you enter this car what comes to mind first?” my whiskey.

“Toilet mall!” reply spontaneous.

See? I didn't lie, did I?

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