ASMARADANA CROWN PRINCESS

Chapter 94

Dalilahs.

The locker room door is knocked from the outside. I got up and immediately sat on the chair with a safe distance between me and these guys.

The door opened, I looked. The father who came while narrowing his eyes.

"Did my daughter start using authority for personal gain?"

I'm nodding. "Now Lilah will think positively if what Lilah has is a privilege that promises nothing! Lilah will enjoy it without leaving the palace protocol and wasting my youth!" I answered with a big smile.

My father looked at me and turned his face to look at the boys who were still sleeping.

"What does my daughter do while they sleep?" search Ayahanda.

"Observing!" I answered while putting on a joking face and saying lightly.

"With a stinging body odor like this?" Ayahanda.

"Mother likes to say that Mother likes to smell the armpits of Ayahanda. Spit it on but it stinks of sweat in Revi!" I said while grinning.

Ayahanda widened her eyes while rubbing my head.

"That's enough! Come outside! They have to shower and get ready..." My father smiled warmly. I nodded but before I came out I woke them up one by one.

Most are reluctant to wake up especially Mas Revi even growled annoyed.

"Later, Mom!" pick it up while fixing his sleeping position.

I looked towards Ayahanda. He smiled widely and shook his hand.

I retreated and Father woke the six of them by patting their shoulders while kneeling their backs.

They blinked while erecting their bodies as Father bounced the basketball on the floor.

Everyone was wide-eyed to see the Father who was here but Ayahanda sweetly asked him to just calm down.

"An hour the final match begins! Use this time to bathe, eat, and stretch." said Ayahanda while throwing the ball towards the Revi mas.

Fortunately he caught it, if not. His head must have been pounding and embarrassed.

Everyone nodded obediently. My father took my hand before leaving this room.

***

An hour turned so fast. The atmosphere turned serious when the final match started.

In the first minutes, the score was so far away. They are so overwhelmed to face the opponent.

The score was a draw, but was again overtaken by the opponent.

Pandu and I, who were sitting side by side, looked up to see Reno falling on the floor.

"BREAKDOWN!" audience shouts.

Mas Reno on papah to the sidelines. He and the referee seemed to be conversing before his hands were raised into the air.

Reno gave up, the rest of his strength was up.

"Three on Three!" call referees.

All basketball teams seem to be negotiating to determine who will compete for the title.

We are not calm. But Three on Three reminds me of that time.

Hopefully his spirit mas Revi is still the same to win today's game and win takes home the first champion and the prize.

Our main goal of the students taking part in the race is a picnic to Bali free of the race prize. Xixisxi.

Slalu there are lure to drive the spirit. Yes, young man that's. Must be lured first to be optimistic and enthusiastic.

The match starts again. Our faces were all tense as the rest of the time continued to wane with scores going up and down.

"If you lose, you're champion two! Why panic!" pandu said casually.

"Losing won is a champion. But if you win champion one it looks superior!" I answered without taking my eyes off the field.

"Huh! Mas Revi does not need to excel in achievement, quite superior in the eyes of Ayahanda and Mother!" sahut Pandu's.

Duh Gusti, the new boy wants to go to first-class Junior High School has been pretentious advised Mbakyunya.

"Kan mas Revi also wanted to boast about himself, including his parents too! How come nothing should excel where our parents are! Weslah... r**a genah kowe ki!" I said while standing.

The score ended in a draw. The referee decides for the penalty as a determinant of who the winner is.

The players rested for five minutes. During rest. Revi kept looking at me. I smiled broadly.

At least my smile has encouraged him. Haha.

Pandu. "Mbok sing sane, Ma'am!" I grunt.

Break over. We are all desperate and hope for the best.

The penalty occurs three times with a score of three points each if the ball goes all in the basket.

The first ball missed far.

The second ball comes in.

We all growl. The score is only three.

Can I have a bad prayer now? Because prayer can be good can also be wretched.

But I just want the score to draw again, so it has to be a penalty again. That's aja!

The opposing team prepares. One by one of the three basketball players began bouncing the ball before their balls hit the basketball hoop. But it only takes six points to make them a winner and a result.

We have to accept the fact that the representative of the basketball team from our beloved city only got the runner-up champion.

I patted both my shoulders from behind.

"Take them all to dinner at the palace!"

I'm nodding. We applauded cheerfully as the jury named our beloved city as the second champion.

The basketball team is blending in with us. They smiled apologetically.

No problem is meaningful. This is the game, winning losing is common which is important sportsmanship and cooperation.

And the most awaited is the announcement of the cultural arts race.

I was just stumbling because of this. If we lose, wasalam...

I can't date.

I have to study hard.

"And the first winner is... !!!"

Ha-ha-ha... I laughed bitterly as Ayahanda gripped my shoulder slowly.

"The second winner was brought home by the city... Denver!"

I'm starting to not calm down. If the champions are one and two, there is still a third champion.

I hope I'm worried. And when the announcement of the third champion I immediately lowered my head.

Because of that ugly prayer.

I'm being a wretch myself.

"Wait... Wait for dong. Don't disperse directly! Brother is not finished yet because brother still has an announcement that is no less important!"

I've accepted this. Receiving punishment. I was satisfied smelling the smell of ketek mas Revi until I fainted. Now if you want LDR, do a test run.

"Before the sisters all broke up the road and went home to their respective cities! Big Brother Dewa will announce the favorite champion of the audience and the champion of the most spectacular collaboration in the event of the cultural arts race yesterday! Brother is proud to see very competent and talented brothers bring the art of culture from their respective cities! But what surprised us most was the most spectacular collaboration between Korean culture that penetrated our country and Javanese culture that could be combined well. We were really surprised to see it. This is the cultural diversity of different countries that we must respect in order to be in harmony... So the favorite champion and the most spectacular collaboration in samber by..."

I'm grateful. I'm not being punished.

***

After returning from Jakarta, we get a holiday on Thursday-Friday. I spent it resting.

On Saturday, there was a rush in the dining room. Typical food served in the palace neatly arranged on the table.

Fresh fruits are also there, flowers are delicious even night. There must be, it must be in a vase of flowers.

I'm also beautiful, already wearing a white dress that Mother bought during a working visit to Jakarta yesterday.

"Temen-temen haven't come yet, Ma'am?" ask Mother.

"A little while, Bun! New on the way!" I answered while looking at my screen.

"Bak sure his hair's just on a clip?"

"Hu'umm!" I'm nodding.

Half an hour later, all my friends arrived. Clumsily they entered the dining room.

"Thankyou so much for coming." I said with a big smile.

"Thank you for inviting us into the ndoro putri family residence. Well, it's really special because we can all get together here after a long struggle to get home in peace. We know that!" fransiska.

I'm nodding. "Happy dinner with me. Please sit.." I said while pulling a chair for me to sit on.

My father and mother only saw from a distance, let me and my friends enjoy this togetherness before we both face the test of going to class and can not meet again intensively as in the practice first.

They clenched their hands together before themselves taking whatever they wanted to taste. They smile happily. Me too, I have a lot of friends now.

Dinner's over. They say good-bye to my parents while carrying the gifts they gave.

I was also happy when mas Revi gave me a mini frangipani flower that he brought along at once with his pot.

Cambodia mini already a bonsai.

It's expensive, I can sell it if I need money. Hehe.

I wrote in my pink-covered diary before closing it and replacing my diary with a heart-red cover.

Second grade, what happened to me?

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