Bony The Scooter

Ch.12 – Feel Like An Artist

Good friends are like stars.

You don't always see them, but you know they're always there.

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The distinctive aroma of the fried cassava brought by the gloomy creature had overcome my fear, and turned to complacency.

“Wow.. Perfecto..!!”

Without me realizing I said that sentence when I saw the beautiful curves of fried cassava shape that has been perfectly fried with golden brown color that adds to my passion to immediately enjoy the crispy fried cassava.

While it looks Hogy and Typhoon who is now pale in face because of the gloomy face of the creature.

“Mak.. don't do that, later they are afraid the same mother.”

There was another sweet sound from the direction of the kitchen, which then manifested itself into a fine figure of mbak vivi by carrying a tray containing three glasses of our ordered drinks.

“Yo ben tho..(t/n yes biarin donk) let them no one dare to owe in the canteen.”

The grim mak firmly answered mbak vivi's remarks, as if knowing that I was planning a cash bon in

canteen.

Without a doubt I welcome the cassava that the gloomy creature brought, because I can't wait to get there soon

ingesting.

“Mak, let akbar bring his cassava.”

I brought a plate full of fried cassava and took one piece for me to put in my beautiful mouth.

“Mak..mek..mak..mek.. since when did you become my son?”

Replied the grim mother as I took the plate from her hand.

“Yaa. insya Allah pray mak,hopefully in a movement.”

I answered strangely by playing the eyebrows up and down..

Vivi just smiled amusedly at my behavior, while the hogy and typhoon just shook their heads, because I had stolen the start to grab attention from mbak vivi.

“Do not call me mbok samiatun if you still dare to owe in this canteen.!”

The three of us seemed not to hear the warning of the gloomy mak-mak who turned out to be his mother mbak vivi, because it was very different, the one gloomy kayak just came out of the well, while his son was sweet, calm, calm, if viewed very cool it feels like a mosque tile.

“Ok mak.” Answer the three of us in a compact manner.

“Haaiiish... This year appeared again wayward boy who will trouble mother.”

Mbok samiatun just sighed and smiled a little at us who greedily enjoyed his fried cassava breakfast.

The plate that was full of fried cassava, now only leaves one last piece on top, the drink we ordered has been reduced by half.

We enjoy this break with a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, but strangely this canteen looks quiet, not many students who snack here.

Could it be because of the gloomy look of a samiatun mbok? But I don't think that's why.

We were not finished chatting, the entrance bell rang, indicating it was time for the second exam, the interview.

There is not much information that I can get from the wulan about this exam, wulan just said, fight in the second exam, because the determinant passes or not is in this exam.

“Maaak..!! kas bon first yes.., pay later on the second break.”

I shouted as I walked out of the canteen followed by the hogy and the typhoon.

“Heeh..!! beware that you forgot..!!”

Samiatun came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

“hahaha..”.

I just answered her with a laugh, then the three of us ran down the school hallway towards the second exam room.

In front of the examination hall I saw many prospective students who were sitting waiting for their turn to be called.

We also waited in front of the room, many foreign faces that looked tense here, but not at all visible on the faces of the three of us, because we knew, no matter how scary the situation inside, he said, still more sinister face mbok samiatun.

Every three people were called inside to take the test, and now only six people were waiting.

The three of us, and the three girls who were supposed to look a little attractive, but their faces were filled with a negative aura, because of the long wait and also because of the tension would face the test.

While the three of us were waiting, we were just chatting and joking, occasionally teasing the three girls who were in front of us.

With a handsome pretentious pose that was too forced suddenly the typhoon asked the three girls.

“Ehm..ehm.. Who is your name, sweet young lady??”

that smiling Typhoon face made me and Hogy very nauseous..

“Pffft... serupawan..”.

Hogy and I could no longer help but laugh at hearing the typhoon's very different last name.

Typhoon is manifested as a young man quite high in brown skin that is too mature, decorated with wavy hair but bangs on his head, he also has a body that is rather athletic for the size of a man, he also has a body that is quite athletic, and he should look pretty interesting too.

And if only his behavior was not ridiculous like that, maybe his body would give more value to his mediocre face.

But I must admit that the typhoon's smile was enough to captivate the girls. But not for the guys, it'll just make us guys nauseous and vomit.

In contrast to Hogy, Hogy's face looks more selling than the typhoon's, he has a split chin with a slightly pointed nose, the bangs of the hair are rather straight and the lips are quite tiny for a boy size.

Hogy's height and typhoon are not much different, it's just that the hogy's body is more athletic because he's a pencak silat athlete like me.

Hogy and I have almost the same skin color, which is clean brown and almost to yellow, if only we do not often do outdoor activities, maybe we look like the Korean artist, he said, because our eyes are also a bit narrow.

And if I myself must be the tallest among the three of us, and of course I am the owner of the most face

tamvan. Haha.

The three girls smiled and chuckled at the ridiculous manner of the Typhoon, let alone hearing me and the laughing hogy mock the typhoon.

“My name is Fitri.” one of the three girls stood up and smiled continued to shake hands with us.

“If I'm yulia.” the petite girl gives her smile.

And lastly, the most beautiful among the three of them was now smiling

“I rita.”

Short dense and clear, but managed to make our three legs limp. Beautiful face, beautiful voice, plus a body that is quite supportive. His perfect blend of creation that instantly made the three of us almost forget how to breathe.

We had no chance to chat any further with the girls, a teacher came out and called their names, now they had gone out of sight and entered the examination hall.

Only the three of us remained uncalled, while the other prospective students who had finished the second exam were now enjoying their break time. I'm hogy and typhoon are now discussing and arguing seriously to compare who is the most beautiful among the three of them, and who will choose whom.

I just follow their will, because for me the three of them are still far compared to the wulan, both from the face and body.

After a heated debate we finally decided that Rita managed to win the beauty contest that we held, followed by Yulia who was petite but cute and sweet when viewed, as well, the last position is occupied by Fitri who has a pretty sweet face but his body can tear down the defense of a weak believer.

We also agreed that Hogy would go after Rita, then typhoon with Yulia, while I relented and got the rations to get closer to Yitri.

I relented because I thought I still had Wulan, so I wasn't too serious about fighting with them,

but after I think – think the car that already has four wheels only still has spare tires stored, as well as vespa which has spare tires for use when needed.

When we were discussing with the heat suddenly appeared a teacher of small stature but hot enough for the size and also the face of judes but sweet

“Eh, yes buk, follow.”

My answer and Typhoon, while Hogy, he was still silent, fascinated by the figure of the teacher.

“Come masuuuuk.”

Me and the typhoon pushed the hogy body that seemed stiff because it was exposed to the STUN effect of that cute teacher.

Fate said another when we entered the room, Hogy was sitting and being interviewed by a male teacher who was quite old and wearing glasses, then Typhoon was almost the same fate, he was dealing with the teacher who had the Sangar face, while I had a lucky fate, the cute teacher was in front of me now.

“Oi.. bar?!..Akbar alimsyah ibn Maryadi.!!

“Eh yes buk.i..”

My answer was a bit surprised because I was seeing the fate of two friends who are now dealing with fierce tigers.

“You are yes..Will not take the exam?!

If not, get out now.!”

It turned out that my mind was wrong, I was the one who was facing the female tiger again.

“Sorry, buk, don't, akbar kok intention.”

I answered in a clear tone and put on a sorry face.

“Ok don't you repeat again, this is your last chance.”

The tiger gave me one last chance.

I fixed the sitting position to make it look polite and formal

“Summit your full name.”

‘Akbar Alimsyah buk.”

I replied, even though he also had my biodata, why ask questions again.

“Measure?”

“This year is even 17 years buk.”

“Height?”

“173 cm may still be able to add buk.” My answer is firm

“You are 17 years old new SMA list, first time SMP often not up class huh?”

Suddenly Sofiana asked me to investigate my past, I found out the name of the female teacher from the sign

that's attached to his desk.

“Alhamdulillah, not buk, I SMP passed smoothly buk.”

I answered and began to tell her about my bleak past.

“You are a former construction worker in Jakarta, you smoke?”

“Iya buk, now again the process stops.” I answered honestly

“If you get caught smoking, are you willing to be expelled from school?”

“Ya buk, I'm ready.”

I replied steadily, as this will also make me more eager to quit smoking.

After that Sofiana only asked about my family background, and some questions about the future of my study.

The three of us returned to the canteen after finishing the interview like a famous artist.

“Yeah, my coffee is cold gaes.”

I put on a gloomy face because I found my neglected cup of coffee at the cafeteria table

“Iya. my orange ice also nih.”

Hogy also pretended to put on a gloomy face

“Moreover my iced tea.. uh, where is my esteh.?” Typhoon looks a little panicked because the drink is gone.

“Well instead of iced tea mas Typhoon is over, huh? The glass was taken by mom.”

mbak vivi tried to resuscitate the Typhoon which now looks more ridiculous because it forgets the drink has run out.

Hogy and I are now somewhat sorry that we know Typhoon.

“mas Hogy is also there , iced oranges are already cold, ouch. mas. mas..”

Mbak vivi responded to a trivial joke made by the hogy by smiling and shaking his head.

And now hogy smiled triumphantly, because it managed to steal the attention of mbak vivi.

“one-sama bar.”

Hogy whispered his winning score.

“Iya.. one another, tTopan can also.”

“Hahahaha...’ me and hogy laughed together as they saw the typhoon get the score in a strange way.

While typhoon and mbak vivi look confused because they see me and hogy laugh.

“Mbak, how come there's no child here anyway?”

I asked mbak vivi who was now sitting casually behind the cashier's desk.

“Iya, here is supposed to be a teacher's special canteen. But sometimes there are also girls who come here.

Then mbak vivi explained, that in this High School there are three canteens, specifically teachers and employees, where we are here now, then the canteen of the son who is behind, and then the canteen of the son who is behind, close to the rear gate, and the last princess canteen is next to the main gate.

Indeed, from the beginning I felt strange, when I first came to this High School after passing through the gate, I would be greeted with the fragrant aroma of cooking that turned out to come from the princess canteen.

Then the position of the main motorcycle parking that is right next to the multipurpose court, can be a basketball court, volleyball, sepak takraw and badminton, but actually it is a ceremonial field because it is right in the middle of the school area and is marked by the fluttering of the red and white saka on a pole.

And of course the parking lot of such a large motorbike will not fit to accommodate all the students in this school, so a motor park is made in the back, close to the rear gate and canteen of the son.

“Eh, what do you think? The cyclone is funny.he's that weird, but sweet.”

There was a female voice approaching us, and it seemed that they were talking about the Typhoon.

\=== Author Note===

Hi gaes, today is a special day according to the author, so today Bony up 2 times, ch.11 and ch.12

What's so special?

at the time of author up ch.12 this\, the author was sitting on the porch of the house\, accompanied by a cup of coffee that was almost cold and*** fried cassava.

Not only that, the author is also enjoying the natural phenomenon of Super Moon which he said this phenomenon to the third time from the fourth throughout 2020.

and also God willing tonight is the night of nisfu sha'ban.

for this reason, Author reminds Bony readers to multiply the practice that should be practiced on this special day.

Finally, enjoy Super Moon, but remember, stay safe, avoid the crowd and take care of health.