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First Day

First schedule of school. This time there was something different with Brian's appearance, he cut his hair until it almost became bald.

Uniforms and attributes promised by the school still do not exist. All are still in the process of working first. Brian was wearing a new uniform and shoes that he bought, so again he had to buy the ones he had bought.

Brian left by taxi, Mr. Satpam lyrics right left, back and forth here and there across the school students.

Just entering the gate, the students were already greeted by a strand of teachers along the way. Teacher is the woman on the left, while the man on the right. This pedestal has paths on both sides, no one can pass through the middle lane.

The middle lane is only for vehicles, but usually also the teacher always passes the back gate and parked his vehicle in the rear parking lot as well. Vehicles that enter the front are most only vehicles owned by guests and that is rare.

One by one their teachers salami. Surely the female teacher was greeted by the female students, and the male teacher was greeted by the students. Not only salami, if there is something striking and breaking the rules, then the child will be separated.

For example, a student whose lips are red. Teacher makes sure his red lips are natural or imitation. In that place he will be told to wipe his lips with a tissue.

Of course it is a shame to see many people if there are red lipstick patches in the tissue. So, no one would dare to do such a transgressing thing.

"Haha.. balding lu Yan?"

While walking in the corridor, suddenly Gilang came and opened the peci worn by Brian. Although closer through the back gate, but Gilang walk through the front gate. That's already included in the rules.

"Yes, why?" Answer Brian casually. Even though his head was bald, he was not ashamed to continue the journey.

"Tumben nih, use peci all over again. Do you want to pray?"

"Yes make a cover-up."

Brian was a bit reluctant to wear a peci, but SMK hat he did not buy. Later at school he will get it and the logo is also special. So for a while he just bought a peci.

Gilang continued to walk after Brian, but Brian immediately stopped his steps when he was on a descent rung.

"Where are you going?" Ask Brian in surprise.

"Where are you going? Sok-sok an kayak already know the way. Where is our class?" Gilang even more astonished.

"Your class is on top, not here." Brian already knows.

"Well? I am your same class. We're TKR B, right?"

"That's it. naroh bag first." Brian lazily explained it at length. At most they would argue and this was in the middle of the road, ashamed to be seen by many.

They walked to the basement. There are only 10 TKR classes from A to C. The remaining 2 are on top.

The underground was quite dark, arguably horrified as well. The bright lights even make the atmosphere feel gripping, not to mention empty rooms and tools that do not know what to use.

Get Brian into his class. There was a seemingly empty bench up ahead. Brian put his bag on the chair, he will sit on the bench in the front row.

Gilang also kept his bag there. He thought Brian deliberately put it in front so as not to take long. If he knew that Brian had deliberately wanted to sit in front, he would have considered it a joke.

Siren toa again sounded, this time not a tahajudan event, it's a sign that the flag ceremony will be held soon. Brian and Gilang are already in the field, all classes are clean no more leaving students. But suddenly..

How not? A teacher was playing among those who were lined up. Like a bull that was ramming, even though he knew there was a student who fell he continued his ramming.

Not intentionally, it aims to organize and stretch all the ranks. If there is a wrong position, for example, too close, then he will be hit like that.

At exactly 07:00 the gate was closed. The students were already neatly arranged in a very large field. They are arranged according to the uniform used.

This Monday not all wear ash uniforms, there are also those who wear practice clothes because it is the schedule of practice.

Right behind the neatly lined disciples was a plateau. There are several teachers and members of OSIS who participated in the ceremony as well as watching.

Everything is silent except the one in charge of acting. Little did anyone talk or look, the teacher and OSIS who were behind did not hesitate to come to him.

Standing attitude should also remain firm, hands should be clenched on both sides. All the ceremony skinned the knickknacks of all students and schoolgirls.

Bracelets or what is considered disturbing are immediately hit and they cannot dodge it. The rules here are very strict, unlike previous SMPs.

Not even nails can be painted or colored. Although wearing halal stamp but the school does not accept. All must be clean and in unison, but their faces are not required to be the same.

The mandate this time is certainly a reaffirmation of the order and order in the school. Previously they had been commemorated while still a guest, but there are still students who may not understand at all.

Class 10 students look random because they are new. The school allowed him to give himself time. They have to perform according to what this school wants.

The ceremony is over, and Gilang still considers himself a classmate with Brian. Gilang is TKR D, while Brian is TKR B. He insisted that what he heard was not D, but B.

"Want to sit here?" Tanya Gilang when she saw Brian sitting on the front bench.

"Yes, in the back likes to squawk."

"Bro back, I'm here, not what the first teacher called again."

"Sit down first, you'll move anyway. If you don't move on tomorrow I'll put you on the back seat."

He sat down but did not understand what Brian meant. The first lesson entered by the homeroom teacher. Beautiful, she is an English teacher. Her name is Vika's mother, she is still young and she is still unmarried.

'Widihh. mantep nih, where plump again.' Gilang muttered to see clearly the appearance of Bu Vika on the front bench.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Ask a student at the end of the room.

"Which real mother is she?"

"Mom, one plus one equals how many?"

The whole class became crowded. They are really self-destructive, dare to tease women who have a high position. Though they were only a student who was even still lackey, did not know what the world of SMK was.

"Kids, it's quiet. Now we're absent first." Vika's mother wants to focus on her duties.