ARINDAS

Night Clubs

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The call of the dhuhur adhan reverberated, along with the second resting bell. All the students rushed out of their classes. But, students who stepped into the school musholla can only be counted with fingers, compared to students who shot into the canteen, the difference in numbers is very far.

Arin began to part with his friends to perform dhuhur prayer. As usual, for one week at school, he always walked alone to the musholla because his friends always prayed to finish filling the stomach first, and then followed him. Sometimes they don't even worship. Arinpun sometimes like that when in Junior High.

He began to get used to his activities in school, the environment was comfortable and still beautiful because many trees of medium size were planted in the school. When Arin was within 100 meters of the musholla, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

"Arin, together, yes" he said suddenly.

He's Arin's classmate, Jihan Khumaira . The hijab-wearing women always wear floral scented perfumes. She is beautiful, quiet, rarely interacts with other friends in the class, other than her best friend. Just like Arin who only interacts with his three friends. And this time Jihan tries to open up, so she doesn't feel lonely at her new school.

"Oh, yes. Come on," said Arin.

The two of them walked together to the musholla to perform the worship, but they had to wait their turn to pray, because the number of believers there was not much. During the wait, they just chat about themselves or about the mathematics that makes them dizzy.

"Hi, Rin. Want to pray?" Greet someone suddenly.

Arin and Jihan turned to the source of the voice. The man who greeted him the other day in the cafeteria, the upperclassman of the vocational Administration.

"Yes Brother" replied Arin.

The man smiled as he put his shoes on, seeing that his hair was wet from the water. What a soothing sight.

Since the incident in the cafeteria the other day, the man had indeed greeted him often. Only, Arin never asked the name of the man.

"First yes," she pinched with a sweet smile.

Arin and Jihan nodded, letting the man move away from Musholla.

After the man left, Jihan asked who greeted Arin just now. "Who's Rin? Recognize?"

"No."

"Well, what's wrong? But how does he know your name?"

Arin replied, "That's it, I'm confused too. I don't know him at all."

"Maybe you have a Brother of the same class as that Brother?" Ask Jihan again.

"No. The only one I know is Ms. Lia, the accounting kid," Arin explained.

"Like you the same time. He knows your name, which means he's trying to find out about you, Rin."

"Ngaco you, Han. Let's pray first. I've done a lot of tuh," Invite Arin who immediately rushed to take wudhlu.

About fifteen minutes later, Arin and Jihan finished their duties as Muslims. They also headed to the cafeteria following their friends who had been waiting since.

"Why am I coming, Rin?" Jihan asked, because indeed she was not close to them before.

"Father, they're cool with their kids."

Jihan nodded, flanking Arin's arm towards the canteen. Just now they were about to turn towards the canteen. A swarm of men from the opposite direction almost hit Arin and Jihan. Obviously the two women were shocked, including the horde of men.

"Eh, Arin yaa" said one of the high students, from the horde of men.

Arin did not answer, because he was too nervous because there was a Danis among them. Nor did he wonder where the man knew his name. One of Danis' friends who called her name earlier, approached the two of them. "You going to the cafeteria, huh?"

Arin glanced at the man's badge. Class X Vocational Marketing. On the front badge is the name 'Dimas Wijaya'.

Arin nodded awkwardly. The man turned to his gang until they nodded. I don't know what they're planning. She clearly saw that Danis was also looking at her.

"Can you ask for the phone number?" Ask Dimas.

Arin thought for a while before he gave her the number. There was no harm in him giving it, after all the man looked kind and polite. "Yes can."

Dimas immediately pulled the phone out of his pocket, then gave it to Arin. The woman types a few digits of the number and presses the save icon on the screen. Arin returned Dimas' phone once he had saved his number.

Dimas received his phone back. "Let me chat Rin."

Arin nodded, "I go to the cafeteria first."

She nodded back, then the horde of men gave room for Arin and Jihan to pass by. As he passed by Danis, the man glanced at her. But the woman also did not dare to glance at him. She was too embarrassed and nervous to meet Danis.

"Lama bener lo, kunti," Sumpul Risa, who looked a little upset because she waited too long for Arin.

They just heard the grin without answering Arin's question.

"Basic," muttered Arin.

"What's the disturbance, Rin?" Tanya Nita who was enjoying the cold rustic.

"Repo!" Answer Arin.

"Can I join?" Jihan asked who was still standing next to Arin.

"Ehhh, you're Jihan right? Be able to." Nita invited him to sit down.

Sure enough, it turns out that Arin's three friends are really cool. They did not ignore Jihan and asked her to joke. But, there have always been distractions while they were eating lately. Several upperclassmen from the XI and XII classes greeted Nita. There are also those who suddenly buy food or drinks, until Indira feels uncomfortable.

Among them, Nita is the most beautiful and white. Not just the four of them. And so is the class. You could say Nita is the prima donna of Computer Engineering. It was his smile that made the students always bother him. But Nita never hugs, as long as they don't cross the line.

"My old order lama temenan lo Nit. I'm hot. Who called the name lo doang, who loved food only lo doang," Ketus Risa.

"Oh that? Don't want to be with me anymore? Yes it's PR math work itself," Skak Nita.

"Yes, don't be donggg. Joking me, erah. Seriously very face."

Kiki also responded to their chat, "Ris, if you want to kayak the Nita, it's the face in bedakin first let it be white too. At home there's chalk, lots of."

"Wahh, well actually you become temen ye. Ngaca woy! On its own kayak mud paddy field," Omel Risa.

Kiki only responded with her thunderous laughter. Maybe she likes to braid her hair, or stroke her hair, but she is a tomboyish woman. It can be seen from his shoes that are exactly like Haikal's, his exact timepiece that belongs to a man, as well as the skull-patterned black bag that he always wears. His humorous nature like Risa, made their atmosphere more cool. It's not wrong that Arin went to school here.

"Eh, men-temen. Yesterday, someone asked for Arin's number" said Jihan, who made Kiki close her mouth tightly.

"Where, how?" Ask Nita.

"So right off to the cafeteria, there were hordes of guys. Suddenly someone asked for Arin's number. Class X is like that" Jihan explained.

"Really?!" Tanya Risa excited.

Jihan nodded confidently, "Ask the same as a leak."

"Rin, really?" This time Kiki asked.

"Well," answered Arin, sipping Risa's drink.

"I'm actually lo upil crocodile," said Risa.

"Yes, yesterday-yes Brother class, now different again," said Kiki.

"Eh, by the way about the Big Brother who often calls Arin, I already know his name," said Risa Proud.

"Which class is it?" Ask Jihan who doesn't know about the upperclassman.

"Yet I was in musholla, Han," explained Arin.

"Oh that one, hold on, what's his name, Ris?"

"Yes, who, who?" Nita asked who was also as curious as the others, including Arin.

"Niko Farzan Ardhani."

"Bidih, saucy name," answered Kiki after hearing the name of the man who always greeted his friend.

Jihan nudged Arin's arm slowly. "Rin, if he likes you how?"

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Cast.

Niko Farzan Ardhani's.

Jihan Khumaira's.