About Raga
First Day of School
Naya came down the stairs, Mama told her to have dinner. Seen there is complete, mama, papa, and also Hana. Naya sat in her chair and ate her own food.
"Liat deh ma, the photo was good," said Hana while showing her phone to her parents.
"It's good, it's papa as Hananya is funny," Rena continued.
"Yes dear good, good," replied Adi.
Naya who saw it was slightly sliced, knowing that her mother tried to cover the wounds of the affair as well as hurt because she felt excluded.
"Where's it going so well, brother?" ask Rena to her son.
"Currently," answered Naya briefly. Naya tried not to care about them while continuing her meal, all she thought about now was, she wanted to leave this table as soon as possible.
"Tomorrow to start school?" ask Rena again.
Naya simply nodded while finishing her meal. Rena actually understood what happened to Naya but she did not ask again, she had already memorized that her eldest daughter was sensitive eating could not be spoken to.
Naya stood up and stepped into the kitchen to grab a glass of milk, still being able to see the familiarity of Hana with her Father and Mother. Naya decides to take one big box of milk in the refrigerator and spend it in the room.
"Go to the room first, start school tomorrow." Naya asks for permission and goes straight up the stairs.
Naya doesn't know what response they've given that Naya is fed up with being there. Arriving at the room, Naya immediately locked the door and poured milk into the glass. Milk besides being able to neutralize anything in the body is also able to neutralize Naya's emotions and make it much better.
Naya looks at her school uniform, then she smiles as she can't wait to wear it tomorrow. In the spirit he picked up the bag, put in some books and a book called healing that he should always take with him anywhere.
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The ceremony was the most boring thing, plus the principal gave such a long mandate while telling his grandchildren. Naya watches her surroundings, her uniform and somehow Naya is so happy with her new uniform.
"So, every student and student of Nusa Bangsa High School must take a minimum of 1 extracurricular as an additional value." That's what the Headmaster said.
"Naya, what are you going to do?" Bisik Dara who was next to Naya.
"Not yet, Ra. I am confused about what to come with, there is no clop really that," replied Naya.
"What is PMR? It is quite possible to keep behind, so that it is free to enter and exit the UKS not ceremony," said Bila from behind Naya.
"No, it's not PMR." Naya is starting to think about it.
"Are we going to the pascibra? I know the guy." Now it's Kanya's turn to make a sound.
"There's no talent there, I've been with the paskib-"
"Sstt, don't talk." All of a sudden the OSIS kid scolds them from back there.
They also only exhaled rough breaths and then followed the ceremony back to completion.
When all the students are finished, go to class. Naya is now officially a 10th grader of IPA 1 with her three friends. Fortunately they are one class, if not be able to berabe. Because Naya is lazy to repeat introductions again and find new friends.
Naya sits on the front bench in the left corner row with Bila, while Dara and Kanya are behind her. According to Naya, the place is very comfortable, away from the door. So that he can concentrate on learning. Plus his homeroom teacher is Mr. Andri, besides being friendly and fun, Mr. Andri is a teacher who can be invited to share. Mr. Andri is also an Indonesian teacher, Naya's favorite lesson.
"Because you already know each other, now I love the task for you to go around school and write in any form, whether the story or any report you pass. Tasks are collected after the first break, can be collected at the student leader," said Mr. Andri.
"Ready sir" said all the disciples.
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Naya, Bila, Dara, and Kanya begin to browse the school. First they went to the library, after that the teacher's room, the administrative office, some classes and now they are in front of class 11 IPA 2.
"Nay, what's this class called?" Ask when with a tone made high.
"That's the writing on the board" replied Naya cuek.
"OH IYA AHAHA 11 IPA 2 YES" said Bila, raising her voice and stabbing Dara's arm.
"Awwww why the hell, Bil?" Dara saw Bila with astonishment, because he was also hit by the tabokan of the hand Bila.
Unknowingly children of grade 11 IPA 2 notice them because of sound when that is loud enough. Raga looked at Naya who was focusing on writing on her chest board.
"We looked at tauu," said Kanya slowly.
Naya who was again focused on writing shifted her eyes, yapp on target. Naya and Raga's views meet. Without further ado, Naya immediately left her friends, out of embarrassment. Dara and Kanya who was not less shy also followed Naya and left Bila yanh still smiling in front of the 11th class IPA 2.
"NAYAAAA AWAITU," cried When the aware that he was abandoned.
"It's a shame to be so shy, Nay," said Dara.
"Otherwise he's the same caper who tried" Kanya said.
"Ihhhhhhhh you why leave me anyway," upset when who tried to stop the steps of his friends.
"Lo is shy," replied Dara.
"Lo why the hell, Bil? Who else is the same caper?" ask Naya.
"Hehehe, you know how big brother Raga is? The taekwondo boy is also the brother Devan, I like him anyway." Even if only a whine in front of his friends and they can only exhale rough seeing the behavior of Bila.
"Ihhh even though I have a plan to like Devan, PHO," said Kanya.
"Lahh you don't say, I can't go first. Lo gebet the other is the cake," bila timpal.
"Jaudah is happy, cancel the plan."
"That's it, Pinter Kanya." If you even pat Kanya's head and they both laugh.
"When do I have a sane temper." Dara could only breathe out slowly.
"That's further straightforward again, just as crazy as ntar," continued Naya while returning to focus on her book.
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The hour of rest had sounded, all the students went straight to the cafeteria to fill their stomachs. But not with Naya, she was curious about one of the rooms she had passed while browsing through school, so she refused her three friends' invitation to go to the cafeteria.
The room was quite secluded, was in the back hallway and there was no other room other than the room. When Naya reached the front of the room Naya saw it seemed like this room was unused. This is the school radio room, it's been a few days in this school, but Naya has never heard of or any signs of the liveliness of this extracurricular, even at the time of the exculp demo there was no introduction.
"It's a holiday time yes, or have not started active again?" mummified Naya.
Naya tries to peek back out of the window, the room is quite clean, with full equipment for the podcast. Yes, Naya is interested in following that exkul
Suddenly Mr. Yayan approached Naya who was busy watching the radio room.
"What's right here, Nay?" ask Mr. Yayan to Naya.
"Sir, this is what I want to ask. Who's the head of the radio station, sir? I'm interested in coming" replied Naya.
"Ohh so apparently. So look, after the generation of 3 years back, the interest of our school students is rarely interested in the excrement, so that currently no one runs it."
"Well, what a pity, sir. If the excreta is reactivated, what can it be, sir? Is there any permission from the principal first?"
"Can, can once. Please if anyone is interested, then just report to the father and can be directly used the room."
"Truly sir? If that's so I'd like to reactivate the excreta, sir. Maybe later I'll ask some of my friends for help with promotion."
"Boleh, of course you can. After school, the key can be taken to the school guard. Just say it to Dad."
"Oh okay, sir, thank you sir for being allowed. Then I go to class, sir. Assalamualaikum" said Naya.
"Getishalight."
