Azaleas
Mosaic 4: Manager Selection
There was no attendance, Ms. Warda had memorized the faces and names of all the students, so she just pulled out her phone.
“Prepare to run around the field for 30 minutes.” Instead of holding the election of a class president who has become a school tradition in the new school year, Bu Warda instead told them to run. Invited a lot of questions, and Agus ventured for interruptions.
“Bu, are we not going to hold class chairperson elections?”
“Time has started.” Instead of answering, Ms. Warda even showed a stopwatch on her phone in a predetermined timer. As if aware it was an absolute order, there was no choice but to obey, one by one the students started running.
Some students give up and stop, thankfully Bu Warda does not comment on this. The relatively long half-hour time clearly left only a few students surviving.
Agus, Fauzi, Novan, Devi, Ulfah, Niska and Azalea. A pretty shocking record for Azalea, which apparently...
10 Minutes ago, Azalea initially ran with enthusiasm, but considering the time given is very long then Azalea tried to choose a leisurely run, enjoy it. When he looked up at the sky, Azalea smiled to herself. A feeling of freedom from every wind that seemed to spoil him.
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In the same minute, his eyes accidentally saw Niska running in front. After thinking little of what he knew about Niska, except for her stubborn and tough nature, she was also not easily exhausted, as she was now, as she was, still running while some other students pulled over because they were not strong.
Challenged, Azalea pursued, matching her run with Niska who greeted with the most reluctant face.
“Think at the end the answer is you,” Niska speed up the run, Azalea balance, “You kept the uniform for me, ordered two for me to wear right? Surely you know grandfather will give skirt,” Niska very fast, Azalea is a little overwhelmed.
“I'm sure it's you, and someday I'll know why you hate me!” azalea Sta.
“As of you.” Tukas Niska's. This time Azalea did not catch up, letting the girl run away from her. Slowly Azalea smiled, and continued cheerfully, as her ponytail moved to the right as well as to the left.
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Bu Warda's path of thought and plan is unpredictable, he always has a way of judging things. And now after spending 30 minutes in the field running, Bu Warda dictated history in the Japanese colonial period for a long time, with students writing in a hurry, he said, after that, have students make free wreaths as many pages are written.
The ricuhnya is not playing, many of the students do not understand and have to start from where, even so they can not refuse and start busy with their own thoughts. Azalea glanced at Niska who was already writing, looking calm, even though only a few words had just been written the coldest girl in the school. As Azalea, he was a little gamang to begin with, but finally, with his name beginning, Azalea began to write, let's just say this diary.
After that, it seemed endless. Bu Warda had them make one masterpiece, and he would come to check right at the end of the deadline.
As was customary, Azalea glanced at Niska.
“What you saw!” cynical Niska,
“As far as I dong.” Tukas Azalea, and then taking out her sewing utensils, she would make a small doll.
Meanwhile.
Quotes of guitar strings, beautiful melodies and occasional light tones of the lips of Novan invite admiration of the students who even watch it rather than make the work. The figure of Novan who was playing the guitar on the lap and occasionally played the key to the tone distract them. On the side, Fauzi was busy writing poetry and confused himself.
Strangely back, he wrote a series of sentences, crossed it, and threw the paper behind the chair until there were many paper crumbs there. Feeling disturbed as well, Novan stopped.
“You are good at making origami,” his advice. Fauzi seemed to get enlightenment, stopped and kept the ballpoint pen. Turn around to collect the paper and start making animal origami, starting with the cat. “I can't litter carelessly.” He muttered while mangosteen, enjoying this moment of duty.
“I think your guitar bothers others,” said Fauzi although his mind is focused on his zoo, origami of various animals.
Novan realized, Agus had swerved in his direction. With a simple movement, he keeps the guitar next to his stool, picks up and installs earphones, listens to music and closes his eyes without doing anything else.
“Thank God I've been to Regi's clinic,” relieved Fauzi.
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It does not matter if you have to run, summarize, make essays, and also work, but limited meal times make Fauzi's mood drop dramatically. Even though he ate a little still he had to replenish his energy that had been drained, and he did not want to rush in the matter of eating. Unfortunately, Bu Warda is among the school's chefs and nutritionists, specifically serving 2-1 student rations.
Be a 2-1 student scattering to which places are empty to be on time. Fortunately, Regi had vacated the seat for the three.
Fauzi ate voraciously, Novan noticed him giving his sausage stir-fry to Fauzi who thanked him through sparkling eyes. While in front of Regi, Niska ate a little.
“Ya,” said Niska slowly but surely, smiling terribly small either in a cold or sincere sense.
And the most silent is Gian, with his usual meal.
The basketball stands.
In the outdor room, Azalea felt calm and comfortable even though only armed with bread with a glass of banana milk. Since entering school Azalea often spent her time here, in addition to being rarely passed by others, she also deliberately avoided the canteen. In that place a lot of people pay attention and ridicule him in view or light discussion.
Azalea will be told to go forward despite being in the back queue. Will be given more side dishes, seats that are suddenly sterilized, and others. It was very uncomfortable, and if Azalea commented, they were more concerned with grandfather's response later. Who usually eat in a large room, with lots of good food and always served, then as much as possible they will provide it to Azalea while at school.
Unfortunately, Azalea felt burdened.
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In a hurry to enter the Azalea class to condemn himself who is not responsive, he should know that there will be a time limit given by Bu Warda. And now he is late to class, almost all students 2-1 already home early.
“You want me to accompany you?” tawar Novan, when Azalea knew the last task was to clean the table and lockers respectively.
“No need, briefly kok.” Reject Azalea glancing at Niska who had just closed her book locker.
“You sure?” gamang Novan, he was quite guilty because he did not have time to give a message that they only rest 15 minutes.
“Hm,” nods Azalea, refrain from approaching Niska.
“I came home first,” Fauzi spoke up, because Niska had already exited the back door of the classroom.
“You're going home, are you going to see Robby?” Ask Azalea.
Fauzi and Novan were glimpsed, glimpsed,
“Ah it ..”
“I know, go.” Azalea quickly interrupted. Fauzi once said that Niska didn't want Azalea to see Robby too often.
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Tomorrow.
Classes 2-1 were thrown into an uproar with Bu Warda's announcement before their respective lessons began. Where the election of the manager has been determined from the results of yesterday. Fauzi as class president, Azalea as his deputy, Niska served as secretary, Elly treasurer, Agus sie ceremony and others.
Reaping many cons, protests from students about voting rights and opinions, Bu Warda made them silent when the Chairman of the Board gave him the right to do anything related to the development and smoothness of the class. And for him the judgment he gave for the sake of class.
Unlucky Azalea, he returned to being a gossip as if the position of class representative was inappropriate for him, partly guessing he got it because of money and power. Though Azalea had never entered management, no one knew that Azalea was avoiding it, after all he seemed to be absent. Miris is indeed the granddaughter of the school owner was ostracized in a way avoided.
Azalea immediately met Bu Warda, expressing her desire to withdraw.
“You want to keep quiet at your place?” Ask Bu Warda. “Azalea Putri, if this is related to your grandfather's power, then you are wrong. I picked you out of my own perceptive. Are you doubting me?”
“No ma'am, I just can't do it. This position will affect the evaluation of students, and for me ..”
“You are also a student. Have you considered yourself a student? A special one, is it?”
“Bu teacher,” Azalea realized, Bu Warda's words offended her.
“Come out of your comfort zone. You won't be out as long as you're still stuck in your place, even if you want to try something new.”
What Azalea knows is that Ms. Warda's decision cannot be changed.
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