Azka And Rasha

Episode 12's

The holidays are over. Now Azka will occupy a new class with new friends. The training is done on level two. Class division will be done today, after previously they fill out the alignment form according to interest by attaching the values obtained during class X.  It has been three days, the period of student orientation is carried out. The school is now getting new residents after the old end-level residents have graduated. Most of the new students are the younger siblings of the class who used to be one school when Azka Junior High. While waiting for the class division, they; Azka, Ocha, Risa, Iren, Nadia, and Ita, sat on the edge of the basketball court which was also close to the field where the new students gathered. Some students approached them and asked for signatures. After completion they say goodbye and immediately circulate looking for the next target acquaintance.

“Kalo inget used to be funny huh, first-first we know upperclassman. Ahahaa” Nadia recalled.

“Iya, Lo sama si Dara ngeceng same Kak Yasa right?” Azka reminded

“Iya, Lo equals brother Erfian!” nadia won't lose.

“Gue dong, with IPS kids. Brother Doni!” risa even admitted

“Gue, ngeceng ngeceng, but not kayak Lo on” said Iren felt win

“Yes, You have a guy!” azka said while nudging her arm.

“Hehehehe, yes sorry” said again.

“Kok you guys on ngeceng uang class anyway? I am not a fan!” ita.

“Yaaah no exclamation Lo mah Ta” this time Ocha chiming.

“Emang Lo knows who Cha is?” ask nadia

“She was a lot of careless Nad” said Azka while giggling amusedly

“Sial to Ka! I was the first to like. Faithful Gue” said Ocha while patting her chest proudly

“Faithful, every bend is there!” say them simultaneously.

Laughter broke again on the sidelines of their useless chatter. Before long, the call of the apple for the XI and XII classes resounded. The students of class X begin to enter the class together with the students of class XI and XII who move towards the ceremonial field.

They line up according to the origin class. Listening to some of the messages and advice from teachers who served as vice school heads in the student field. After that, now the deputy principal of the academic/curriculum field who advanced forward. He brought several papers listing the names of students according to the class division that had been approved by the principal. Mr. Dwi began reading out class divisions for class XII. How long it takes, now it's the turn of the divided XI class to enter the alignment class.

“Yes! We're classmates!!” say Azka, Iren, Risa, Ocha, and Ita. Soon, Alfan and Fabel join forces. They waited again, but it turned out that the students inhabiting class XI IPA 1, which became their class, had finished being read to. Now switch to class XI IPA 2, and so on until class XI IPS 3.

“Yeah, I misah. But luckily I'm the same class as Dara, Achin, Ipit. Eh Ka! I am the same class as Rasya loh” said Nadia while she heard a grin not clear.

“Ya continues?? Gausaha much fight like the 8th class era huh. Entar likes loh!” azka said while laughing

“Kalo I like why? Jealous Lo Ka?”

“No, I'm not jealous!” Azka stuck her tongue out at Nadia.

“Updah-udah, yok to class. Bye Nad, see you later” Risa said as she dragged Azka into class.

Upon entering the class, Azka circulated her gaze to the entire side of the class.

“Crazy, this is massacre class! Full competition!!” his murmurs were still heard by Ocha, Risa, Ita, and Iren.

“Originally Ka” replied Risa approves

“This anyway, make a match 17an will not win us” muttered Azka after counting the number of men in her class who got a nod of the head by Ocha.

“Boro-boro wins Ka, the number of people is not enough!” whispered

“This mah class will be empty if the Olympic event yes, bulldozed this mah. Won't be a champion of anything here”

“Whahahaa, Lo mah there is still hope Ka. Lah me?” ocha said, patting his best friend on the shoulder

“Gue doesn't want to expect too much Cha. Long time hoping to be the champion of hope I'm Cha!”

they laugh together.

The day was like the last three days they filled with events not clear because it was still the orientation period. The time when they as the upperclassmen feel very happy there is no need for lessons in class. Although some of them are osis managers, still many take care of is the osis manager of class XII. And, the girls ended up here, on the edge of the class facing the football field and lined up with X classrooms across from them.

“Liat-liat, Adek the handsome” point Ocha on a tall white male with round eyes and a neat haircut.

“Cha, he said faithful?” said Azka teasing Ocha's gaze on the class sister

“By also it tuh” points to someone sturdy, sweet black skin, with a neat haircut like a cop. His eyes were round with a pretty sweet smile.

“Deuh, there's already Rash—“

“Sssstttt!” azka said while smothering Risa's mouth. “Gak can be diem ah, ntar to geeran him we sayin”

“Say you are afraid of the sting again glimpsing Adek class” said Ocha chuckled

“Syaaaa, nih si Azka ngeliatin Adek class ganteeeng” shouted Iren suddenly

“Damn Lo Ren! Ga seneng very dah I wash my eyes bentar” he said while pinching Iren's head slowly.

Azka at a glance saw Rasya who glanced at her from behind Agil's body. They were also standing in front of the class facing the same direction. Rasya smiled, then Azka gave him a quick reply. Azka refocused her gaze in the previous direction. Long silence enveloped those who were still both looking in an unclear direction

“Tuh, if the road is straight. Wiry-washy! he smiles” said Azka jubilant still focused on someone she had pointed at

“Not a smile on Lo Ka!! Bagusan is also noh, tall, white, like a Japanese-Japanese so” said Risa pointed to one of the class sisters who are also on the sidelines.

“Sa, like Brother Doni huh? Pantes Lo pointed at that one. Tastes Lo terribly Sa!” azka.

“Woy, Lu on what the hell, hints are not clear. dare mah samperiiin” said Fabel who suddenly came from nowhere was behind the five girls.

“Yeee, where there is a history of egg ngejer-ngejer *****!” say Azka origin

“Hooh, everywhere also ****** which scares eggs” said Iren added

“Didih, the language is very Biologi si Nur same Iren!” say Fabel then.

“Eh but really also” he continued. They laugh.

“By the way about the same egg *****nih yes. I want to ask. Kan ****** that screens eggs. Trus if in the womb the egg cells want to just loh in deketin. No one is avoiding. Why do girls if deketin tuh difficult, troublesome, many reasons?” fabel asked as he spread his eyes around the five of them.

“Soalnya who mengedeketin Lo!” Ocha answered while holding back a laugh, followed by an echoing laugh from the other four

“Sompret Lu on”

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Most male students choose to play basketball on the court next to the XI IPA 1 class since the break. They compete with each other between classes, also with the class to fill activities when class X is still orientation. Agil, Rasya, and several students of XI grade IPA 3 joined together to form a team. They were currently competing against the students from the IPS XI class. Among them there was Revelation and Ivan from the Azka class first in class X.3. The match was quite exciting, just because there were no representatives of class IPA 1, Azka did not intend to watch. Where there are IPA 1 class students who play so. They are experts in the mosque and library. Hehehe

“Ka, see ayook” whine Iren because Ocha and Risa are going to WC

“Ngapain hell Ren, males ah”

“No Exclamation Lo mah Ka. Come on anyway, exciting is the match” said Iren while shaking his best friend's hand. Azka rolled her eyes puffed.

They decided to sit on the outskirts of the class that was still left. Many students who have participated in watching the game even though they have to sit on the suburban floor of the class.

“Udah how many scores?” Iren asked one of the people beside him.

“Udah 2-1 Ren” answers that turns out to be Winda from class XI IPA 2

“Who wins Win?” Azka nimbrung's

“IPS Ka” answer. Azka and Iren ber Oh ria heard the information.  “Udah lah, will not win it son IPA mah. IPS deh the most good ginian usually” said Azka lazy.

“Huuss can't do that Ka. Although there is no IPA 1, support the cake there is Rasya loh” said Iren while patting his shoulder

“Yes, I know Ren. I came here also already more than give support tau” his word raise eyebrows up and down 2 times.

“Kalo not forced nor will you want Lo mah. I've started to spread tuh, children IPA 1 whose work opens the book mulu”

“Lah, Elo also IPA 1 Ren”

“Eh yes, hehe”

From a distance Azka sees Ocha and Risa are back.

“Where the hell, so long! To WC doang whereas” Tanyanya on Ocha and Risa when they sit next to him and Iren.

“Tadi in mushola met the Alfan, so chat first deh” said Ocha who got a nod from Risa as a sign of approval.

“This who won?” ask Risa

“Still IPS child, 2-1” now Iren who replied without turning his face from the field.

Iren's gaze did not move following the movements of the basketball players on the court, occasionally he exclaimed, shouted furiously, or complained of disappointment. Azka, Ocha, and Risa enjoy the view in front of them with the audience's voice as the backsound.  Suddenly,

Bruk!!!

“Aaaaggh!”

Azka's head was hit by a basketball that was somehow thrown by whom. Instantly his head was dizzy, and felt an unreasonable pulse in the part that was hit by the ball earlier. Azka still closed her eyes while holding the part of her head that was hit by the ball. Ocha heard, Iren and Risa asked in panic because Azka did not answer them. Azka was still trying to feel a mixed pulse and sting. Finally when He could begin to open his eyes, He looked up. And guess what, there's a lot of people around.

“Sakit” stub Azka late.

“Telaat Ka! daritadi did Lo diem. Make worried” said Ocha anxious to see the behavior of his best friend.

“Hooh, make scared. Kirain Lo will faint” said Risa also upset.

“Emang can? Who will bring it to the UKS?” instead of crying Azka asked the thing that made everyone careless.

“Oneng Base. Really-gener. Most watch the drama gini nih” said Iren

“But actually sakiiit” Azka started whining

All the people who had been covering him one by one returned to their original place. But the match did not go on. On the other side of the field, some people were pointing at Ivan violently.

“Who threw the ball anyway? Crazy pain” Azka asked to take a look while still continuing to stroke the part of the head that feels a little sore and quaileng.

“Si Ivan Ka's. It's like Agil the same kids are still raging disono”

Shortly afterwards Ivan walked up to them.

“Ka, sorry yes. Original accidentally Gue”

“Daddy, not papa. It hurts, just yaudah. As long as I don't concuss the brain aja” replied Azka origin, just so that Ivan did not feel too guilty

“Totally Ka?”

“Iyaaa. But if I'm suddenly Beg*k, Lo yes the first I'll take responsibility”

“Trus, I have to marry Lo, Ka?”

“Yes not beg*k! Lo kira si Azka bunting!” Iren was upset to hear Ivan's question that sounded awkward.

“Ehehehe” Ivan chuckles while scratching his non-itchy head.

“Udah game play. Later lo mah” Rasya who had joined beside him dragged Ivan to return to the field.

“Dek? It's okay?” ask Rasya before returning to play.

“What a Brother! This is the head of the sampe cenut-cenut, fortunately not benjol” replied Azka annoyed.

“Yaudah, I play first here again” said Rasya when Agil started calling his name from the middle of the field. Azka invites Ocha, Risa and Iren to go to the mosque to calm the head that still feels pain. They moved cautiously on the sidelines. Worry still lingered, afraid that there would be another ball flying stray into their heads. Arriving at the Azka mushola immediately lay his body in one corner. After feeling better, Ocha invited his three friends to come out.

They moved down the tree that Ocha meant. This tree is called the tree of love. Somehow its origin. This tree is in front of the mosque. So it seems impossible if this tree is often used for both. I don't know, maybe just names.

“So why is your head Ka?” alfan asked the three of them

“Because ball” says Azka briefly

“You play ball?” ask Alfan again

“No, same throw Ivan disono”

“Sick?”

“Lo is still Fan. It's obvious he's clinging on. Fortunately his head was not benjol” Iren showed a lump by putting his fist on his head

“Ehehehe, who knows Azka is strong. So do not feel anything” kekeh Alfan

“What are you doing here anyway? Praying not that long. Join the cake on the main” Risa nagged as a group of IPA 1 guys came out of the door of the mosque simultaneously towards the steps under the tree of love.

“Dzikir Sa's. Elaah our time of worship even scolded” said Salim without expression

They held back laughter looking at the expression made by Salim. His expression had always been so, never changing following his mood. You want to be sad, sad, happy, laugh, cry, it looks like his expression is just that. Their suspicion until now is that Si Salim used to be divided into equal expressions of God he truant. So not in part. Hehehe

“Eh, I want to go to wc first ya” Azka said to Ocha, Iren, and Risa without being heard by the guys there. Azka walked down while touching her head that had hit the ball. When looking up,

“Astaghfirullah” said Azka was shocked, but shrewd enough to not hear his friends

“Sorry Brother, sorry for Big Brother startled” He said then passed away.

‘Child class X deh this’ muttered Azka saw the nametag and attributes it uses.