ARINDAS

PROLOGUES

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April 2012.

Living the life that has been arranged by the Creator is not an easy matter, there are many winding roads that sometimes must be passed for each Servant. Being a high God creature on earth is indeed an honor and gratitude for every breath that blows. Some people are never even grateful for the life they live. They think God is unfair. He just doesn't love himself yet.

Arinda Zarina, who was called Arin by her parents. She is an X class student at SMKN Bhakti Malang, with students who are famous for their good looks and good performance. Luckily Arin can be accepted at this school. What an unexpected sustenance. Because he's not so smart in school subjects.

A woman who always grumbles herself for the shortcomings she has. He who is not good at getting along, always stay away from the crowd, and he who always succumbs in everything, but actually he does not want to. The taste is sweet, but he is never grateful for what he has. He thinks he's not as good as everyone else.

The Student Orientation period is over. For 3 days yesterday, Arin still had no friends, did not hang out with her classmates. In his vocational, Computer Engineering, dominated by male students because he did not like many female friends. More precisely because he really couldn't get along so quickly.

After Arin found her class announced in madding, she entered in her blue white uniform into the class, because her gray white uniform was not finished in sewing. All the students in his class looked at him, as he entered alone without any friends, just like before. Unlike others who have started to get familiar and enter together into the classroom. Luckily, half of the men in her class were her friends at Junior High, so she wasn't so awkward.

"Hey here," Call someone while waving at Arin, then pat the empty bench next to him.

Arin turned to a beautiful student who called out to him. Danita Dwi Yustika's. The black long-haired woman was tied up with ribbons, her sweet smile, dimples on the right and left, and her pure white skin, making her even more beautiful. Only one shortcoming of her face, her forehead was slightly wide, but still did not reduce her beauty levels.

Arinpun approached the woman and stood next to an empty bench. Before, when MOS he was sitting alone in the back seat.

"Sit down with me. The carcass is empty, "Take the girl.

"What's this?" Ask Arin to make sure.

"Yes gapapa. Sit down" he said again.

Arin nodded, he sat next to the beautiful student while putting the bag on the table. The beautiful student stretched out her hand, inviting acquaintance. "I'm Danita. Call her Nita."

Arin shakes Nita's hand. "With."

"Temenan same me yes, I don't have a temen here."

"Aren't you a lot? Yesterday was like a lot of people working on you in the field." Chirp Arin.

Nita's hands moved like they were repelling an insect in front of her face. "Ah that's a flirtatious guy who asked for a phone number" he replied.

Arin nodded. Their introductions stopped there, because their homeroom came. The introduction began. Sessions like this are most hated by Arin. She is a little shy, and does not like to tell about herself in front of others. One by one the students in the advanced class introduced themselves. There was a disciple who introduced himself confidently, some were timid until his voice was barely audible.

Now it was Arin's turn to advance in front of the class. His body trembled violently from nervousness, all eyes were on him, they looked as if mocking his appearance. Either it's just Arin's hallucination or it's true.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam," replied all the students and the homeroom teacher.

"My name is Arinda Zarina. I am from SMP Hope 2. My hobby-"

"Assalamualaikum," said someone from the doorstep of the class who made Arin stop his introduction.

Again all answered the greeting and looked at a high-body student, including Arin who also paid attention to it.

"Excuse me, Miss Wati." The man entered politely to approach the homeroom.

The man was seen chatting quietly with Wati for a while. The homeroom teacher nodded. Afterwards, the man steps out of Arin's class, which turns out he only goes out to call his friends. Some students go into class. From the badge attached to their left sleeve, showing the numbers XI and XII in different colors, indicating that they are the upperclassmen of different vocations. Because at Arin school, every vocational has a different badge color.

"That's you standing, what was your name?" Tanya Wati pointed at Arin.

"Arinda, Mom."

"You sit down first, later on in the introduction. There are brothers who want to say something."

Arin sat back on his stool. He noticed the horde of disciples standing in front of the whiteboard with piles of A4 sized papers in each hand.

"Assalamualaikum" said the white man with the school hat on his head.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied everyone in the room.

He is a handsome student who has been known by all students in the school. Even the new students who entered 3 days ago already know his name, including Arin. How not, his name is called everywhere, until he is tired of hearing it.

"Include my name Ezra. I'm head of extracurricular journalism at school. Do you know anything about journalism?"

Some students answered 'Tau', some answered 'No'.

"Okay if so, here I will explain a little. Journalism is a matter that concerns journalism and pressuratkabaran and vocational arts related to news and pressuratkabaran. In our schools, there are special magazines that contain news about the scope of the school or outside the school. That's the job we're working on in extracurricular jusnalistic."

"Understand" replied all the students in the class.

"Oh, it turns out that the promotion of exculpation," muttered Nita slowly.

"Sister Melly, please continue," Tell Ezra to one of his classmates.

The hijab-wearing, bespectacled woman stepped forward to replace the promotional Ezra. "Well, for those of you who like photography or graphic design, you can join our extracurricular. Later we can learn together about the journalist, and other ideas that we certainly need members of your vocations. For those interested, you can fill out our form. For those who are not interested can be emptied and return the form."

Other members also moved to share one form with each student in the class. One thing that makes Arin interested in this estrakulikuler. Not because of Ezra, but his cousin, Diandra Aulia, who participated in the activity.

"Register of Rin. There I am," Lia said as she extended a form to Arin.

Arin nodded and accepted the form. Previously, Lia had explained this extracurricular to her brother last night. Not only journalism, but she explained all the other extracurriculars to Arin. But the woman chose journalism because there was something she knew in the membership.

"Seriously willing to follow this exkul, Rin?" Ask Nita.

Arin nodded in spirit as he was completely convinced of his decision.

"Because there's Ezra, right? Hhmm, I said," Tempta Nita.

Arin shook his head while filling out the form. "There's my brother. It's good if anyone knows" he replied.

Nita nodded, leaving the form blank as she was not interested in the extracurricular.10 minutes passed, some interested students seemed to have finished filling out the form. Lia and the others took and collected the form. They check how many students will participate in the Journalism membership.

"Thank you to the 4 people who signed up for our project. Later brothers will give more information for the meeting and the schedule of the exkul. Thank you, happy learning, Brother. Assalamualaikum" Pamit Ezra.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered all the disciples simultaneously.

All journalistic members left Arin's class, except for Ezra who said goodbye first and thanked the homeroom teacher, for giving them time to promote in his class. After all the journalistic members left the class, Wati continued her introductory session again.

"Who's the last one?" Ask Wati.

Arin raised his right hand. "I, Mum."

"Yes has. next step forward," Tell Wati.

Arin breathed a sigh of relief, for not telling himself to repeat the introduction. One by one the students came forward to introduce themselves to the finish. After that, Wati explained the learning system and also provided a lesson schedule for his students. They took it seriously, with no sound. There was only the sound of ink scratches and sheets of paper being pushed back by the disciples.

"Assalamualaikum," said another person, from the doorstep of the classroom.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered all the disciples.

A short-haired student came in closer to Wati. "Excuse me ma'am, we're from exkul basketball. Can you interrupt the time for a second? We want a promotion."

"Oh yes, please."

The woman walked politely, then went out to call her friends. Unlike earlier, this time the number of students entering was very large. Probably about 15 to 20 people. Not only the upperclassmen, but students of class X who enroll in the membership of other majors also enter the class Arin.

Arin who had just finished taking note of the lesson schedule, raised his head. How shocked he was to see someone he knew in the mob, until his eyes were perfectly rounded.

She went to school here too?

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Hello, introduce me to a new writer. This is not a real story, but I put a little bit of my experience in school first hehe. Hope you like the story.

**cast.

Arinda Zarina**.

Danita Dwi Yustika's.

Ibrahim Ezra Pratama's.