Arsel And Dara

(1) DARA OLIF ORCHID

(New life)

A bright smile is here. Naturally, the first day of high school with a face filled with joy welcoming new friends and new classes. Sure oes.

But unfortunately, hi it does not apply to Dara Oliv Anggara. Girls who do not like to change the smile let alone welcome the joy of the first day or holiday. There's nothing special.

Dara closed the car door a little hard then walked over with her flat face. His steps stopped. Seeing the crowd in front of the mading makes him lazy to distinguish.

Dara knows what they're trying to see. Their names. Evidently. But rather their class.

An unconscious lazy snort came out from Dara's ranum lips. He chose to lean his back against the wall. It felt like the crowd was winding down. Now it is his turn that he will occupy the next 2 years.

First sheet, he did not find. And so are the second and third.

is my name missing?

Dara again read the fourth sheet and there is the number 20, DARA OLIV ANGGARA.

And that means, this year he occupies class 2 IPA 3

Hopefully there are no bad things and annoying things in this class. His inner.

Dara walked back, up the stairs, down the hallway that is famous for the commotion at GARUDA High School. Class eleven hallway.

Finally, he found it.

Samar faintly sounded a commotion from within. Dara grunting. Apparently, his prayer was not fulfilled.

With her wall face, Dara walked.

Just four steps in, someone shouted to his name, automatically the head turned. I know who the voters are.

"Become! We're in class again? Oh may gat! I am so happy! " Shouted the girl while hugging Dara tightly.

Dara releases the girl's embrace with the bond on her head. "Yes Ghe, I'm also grinning."

Ghea was anxious with Dara's behavior which was always flat expression.

"Smiling cake, I feel like talking about the wall, you know?"

Raya clucked and then smiled forcefully. And that, lasts 1 second only. Ghea chuckled, then pulled his best friend's hand when Junior High to the number two bench from the front.

Just as Dara sat down, a cry pierced Dara's ear. He complained, staring at something that was crowded with girls.

"Dar, dar! look at the rich Arsel of the same class as us!*

Jeez's cell! what gateng!!

The cell! look at the cell! notice me cell!

Woy! my husband is deteng!

Lord, please bring the servant close to this angel

Faint commotion from Dara's class.

"Kok he's getting hotter? Ih seriur Dar, this year will be the best year for me!" Ghea with sparkling eyes.

Dara doesn't know who she is. And, Dara doesn't care.

He took an eaephone nailed to an ash-gray skirt and tuned his favorite song. His eyes closed and he kept his face in the folds of his hands on the table.

"Dar! Dar! Do you understand me, no? Ra-"

His speech was cut off to find his best friend cool with his world.

"Basic Dara! when will it change?" Ghea chuckled.

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Because today is Monday, Dara performed the first day of the ceremony. Dara thought twice about ditching.

"READY GRAK! FOR CLASS ELEVEN, THREE STEPS LEFT THE WAY!!" The voice of the OSIS chairman, Farhan, who began giving instructions to his underclassmen.

Dara lined up the rear row began to move three steps to the left. One, two, two,

Yoke!

The highway hat was not properly plugged fell off because someone was nudging it hard enough. Fortunately, he could hold the balance if not, Dara would hold back the embarrassment of falling.

Dara was about to take her hat, but the arm of someone who believed was the one who had just hit her.

"Sorry, I didn't accidentally. Here's the hat" said the man, giving him his hat.

Dara silently fluttered her hand to her hat.

"wait".

Dara complained and found the face that had hit her. Male male. Dara doesn't know him. It's more accurate that Dara doesn't care.

"Lo from my class, right?" Say that guy. Dara looked down and cleaned his hat again which was still hit by small pebbles. When it was clean, he wore it.

Dara folded her hands in front of her chest, waiting for the man to leave from her presence.

"Cell! The ceremony is about to start, you are still talking! The same saying Mr. Bambang mampus lo!"

The sound like a flush was very grateful to Dara because he could get the man to go at his limit.

After her departure, Dara shifted to the left one more time and enjoyed the scorching sun.

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"For the children! I am here, standing as your guardian. According to the saying, don't know then,,"

"INTRODUCTION!! " Party one class with a compact, accompanied by a smile. Except Dara.

"That's right! Name of Mr. Sugeng Pirjo. You can all call me Mr. Pirjo, or you can also call Mr. Sugeng. But not the driver. Because I'm not a bus driver, okay? " Laughter appears in unison.

"Okay, this eleventh-grader, I will teach you the subjects that you avoid the most, complain about, and wait the most for the hours of sleep. You guys know what that is? "

"History sir! " Sahut Arsel out loud.

"Who's your name? " Arsel put on a face pura panicked.

"Then ask the name of the sir? Serem? No other questions, sir? "

"Okay, my question was changed. Who are the victims of G-3OS/PKI?"

"Lo campus! " Ejek Didi is Arsel's best friend.

"It's really replaced! Oh, Mr. Pirjo who is handsome cower me, I have not seen the film sir. "

"She said to ask you to change the question. I changed yaudah. Easy right? "

"No need to, sir, just entered the first day of school."

Now everyone is laughing except for Dara and of course the person who was the target of their taunts, Arsel.

"Loh right me? I just asked your name. Just say it, do not want a gift? " Pak Pirjo's eyebrows move up and down.

"Arsel sir, that's my name. "

"That's dong! Okay Arsel, miss number three, one score you. " Kekeh Mr. Pirjo for pranking one of his students.

"The ant! From the cake, sir. Tell me to give value I do not need to deg-degan gini. " Arsel stroked his chest patiently.

"The rich Deg-degan has a scene in this class. " Chick girls who hear each other cheer.

"Yes, sir, who knows. " Arsel laughed.

Dara who had been bored, chose to put her head folded into a pillow.

Mr. Pirjo who was staring at his students, accidentally found Dara.

"A cool kid,"

All of them were circulating their gaze to the center of Dara. Only then did Ghea realize that it was Darah who was Pak Pirjo sindir immediately patted the girl slowly.

Dara looked up and re-enforced her body.

"Well that's dong, her pretty face looks the same. "

For a moment, Dara felt uneasy because all her eyes were pointing.

"I'm curious about your name. Try to be beautiful, stand in front of your friends. I'm sure they're curious, too. "

Dara got up and walked forward, facing her new friends who began to give responses about her beautiful face.

"My name is Dara Oliv Anggara. You can call me Dara." Say it flat.

"Mbak Dara, oh I know that name! The rank one of the class?" Dara just smiled thinly. Very thin. Until no one realizes.

But the smile managed to catch Arsel and keep it on the frown.

"It's only a moment, Arsel has begun to be interested in this with Dara. " Say Mr. Pirjo in a mocking tone.

Arsel shook his head slightly while scratching his non-itchy nape.

Their gazes met and Arsel immediately slanted a smile. Stooping his head with one hand, he stared at the girl for a few seconds.

"Don't know about it sir, doain it."

And clearly, Arsel's reply made the girls in the class cheer in disbelief. Again Dara again snorted again because she felt her prayer would not be answered. He believes his life this year will not be as peaceful as it used to be.

Power breathed a sigh of resignation

Welcome to new life.

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