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Disciple Genius

He had already left the school before. He worked in the city for 3 months, sewing as a production operator in a textile factory.

When he returned home, he got word from his mother that there was a new SMK where all the costs were free.

Gilang who has felt how troublesome it is to find money wants to return to a good life as a student. And today he re-entered 1st grade as a new student.

Previously he was surprised because the average teacher who taught here was the teacher he knew in the previous school. And in 1 class only filled by 10 students. But slowly he got used to it and today is part of the chemistry teacher teaching in front of the class.

"Calculate the number of MOLs from 10 grams of Ca CO3."

In order not to get bored, Mr. Master held a quiz with the promise of a reward. Gilang does not yet know what the reward is, but he tries to solve the answer.

"0.1 Mole." Answer in seconds.

Gilang's answer turned out to be correct, he immediately went ahead to take the gift promised by Mr. Teacher himself. Astonished, he sat back on the chair.

"This is what, sir? Paper of the doang." Glazed brandished a thick printed paper.

"That's money." Said Mr. Teacher.

Obviously this is paper, just paper. It's a 2000 number, but it's really just paper. Gilang who was proud to take the paper, now feels being fooled.

"When you nukerin it to the canteen, you can take snacks that cost 2 thousand." The Master smiled with his eyes glancing to the side.

"Huh? Can you?" Gilang does not believe.

"Yes, you can be the head of the cafeteria here. You won't believe it until you try to prove it."

Seeing Mr. Teacher who spoke while occasionally grinning made Gilang feel it was indeed being bullied. Gilang could only hurt him, the quiz resumed and all the questions were so very very shallow in Gilang's head, he felt anxious and itching to answer.

"Unknown relative atomic mass (Ar) H \= 1 ; 0 Bla.. Blah.. Blah.."

Pak Guru continued to ask questions and 5 questions successfully answered in a row. The rewards are still the same, namely the printed paper number 2 thousand.

Gilang is tired of going back and forth to take the gift that is not necessarily valuable, and Mr. Teacher is also tired of seeing Gilang who continues to answer his questions. Finally Mr. Master ended the quiz, and when the break came, Gilang came to the cooperative trying to exchange the paper.

Unexpectedly 5 pieces of bread for 2 thousand he managed to get for free. And in the canteen he was not greedy to eat it alone.

"What do you have?" Ask one of his friends who got free bread.

"Fuckin' dog." Answer Gilang.

"Anjrit, asked not really. The same I, got me coconut, likes gatel-gatel bool."

"It's not really polite of you, people are eating. I've eaten something, anyway why take that one?" Say something else.

"Yes because of the taste of apples, because the wrapping is the color of ijo."

After eating the free food, they immediately pull back to class.

"H-hey, isn't it?" The woman in the sports uniform stopped Gilang's steps as she was about to enter the classroom.

"Hm? Yeah, what's up?" Gilang looked at the woman who was almost equal in height to him.

"Emmm.. Can I borrow your shoes? There's a sports lesson in the next hour. My class is upstairs, just 2 hours, I'll return it to where it was." Pinta the woman while glancing towards the shoe rack.

Unlike in the previous school, here all students have to take off their shoes and store them on a shelf to be able to enter the class.

"Oh, I can."

Gilang bent down slowly while looking at the shoes worn by the woman. From the size, it seems like Gilang shoes are too big if worn by the woman.

'Does he want to sell my shoes? But the hell of a time? Smelly shoes, cheap again.' Inner Gilang then handed the shoes he had removed.

"Thank you, I promise I'll give it back."

The woman then ran away carrying Gilang's shoes. Then Gilang sat in class, joining his friends who had entered first.

"No, people don't know."

Bell came in and 2 hours of study was over. It was time to go home, Gilang looked up at the shelf to confirm the whereabouts of his shoes.

"Well? There's nothing."

"What Lang doesn't exist?"

"My shoes, pinjem same girl earlier."

"Jude to his class."

"Yes my time is nyeker."

"Not disperse times. I'll wait in the parking lot, all you want to buy gasoline first."

Gilang also sat alone on the front wall of his classroom terrace. Still a bit early indeed, some classes there are still not disbanded, Gilang can monitor it clearly because this school is not broad. There are only automotive and TKJ majors, Automotive also discusses the motor, not about cars.

"H-hi, sorry for the long wait." The woman who was waiting finally came to give up Gilang's shoes.

"It's not papa." Gilang who received his shoes then wore them.

"Thank you, yeah." Said the woman after Gilang finished wearing the shoes.

"Yes are the same." Without further ado, Gilang just left.

'Why is he so funny?' The woman kept silent to see Gilang's departure.

In the parking lot, his friends were waiting to go home.

"You know, I'm dropping out of school." Gilang sat on his motorcycle seat to chat for a moment.

"E-uh! Bool dragon! Bool dragon!" But he soared as his butt came into contact with the motorcycle seat that had been sunbathing for hours.

"Haha.. Why the hell Lang? What's the matter?" Ask her friend who was waiting.

"Home home at 12? This isn't school." Gilang grouse sat back down his butt slowly.

12 O'clock in the afternoon is the schedule to go home every day. In the old school, Gilang always came home between 2 and 3. He thought his teacher had no intention of teaching here. Because indeed, this school is free, other than the others.

"Yes good gini Lang, the school does not cost much, just a moment, know-tau dapet ijasah kayak others."

Gilang's thinking was different, too much free time he wasted. In class, Gilang is famous for being clever, of course because this is the second time he took class 10.

There were also many strange women who approached him here, it made Gilang feel uncomfortable. After a long time decided by Sasa slowly he realized that he did not deserve a boyfriend-girlfriend, the bike was still a pink mio butut motorcycle.

***

1 Year had passed, and today Brian was about to head to the Immigration Office. Sinta wants to come, but she has a morning class. Before 12 o'clock arrived, Brian was already in the campus parking lot.

Before 12 o'clock Sinta finished with his class and immediately boarded Brian's sport bike. This morning he did not drive himself to campus, he was delivered by Brian himself. They just set out without forgetting the attributes of salvation.

"Brian, I want a peyeum bandung!"

On the road, Sinta saw a building plastered with peyeum bandung script on it. Brian never ignored Sinta's desire, there are many things he jabani in order to make Sinta happy. One small bag of crackles Brian brought from there.

Coincidentally beside him was a shop, and there was still 1 hour left until Brian's appointment arrived. The distance of the Immigration Office from the campus is not so far away, because both are located in the city center.

"Cold if you ride a motorcycle, I want Brian's drag." Sinta had just sat down and then she put on the jacket she had been carrying.

Brian immediately shouted ordering warm food, he then saw Sinta was busy eating tape on the table. Sinta is very cute wrapped in a black jacket that looks oversized. But...

'Design of Communications Technology!' Brian was surprised to read the writing on the top of Sinta's jacket sleeve.