Bony The Scooter
ch.13 – Last Exam
Life was meant for good friends and great adventures.
That life will mean we we have friends and adventure together.-- quotes
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Maybe I was the only one who noticed their arrival, but I didn't manage to know exactly who the voice owner was talking about the typhoon.
I am indeed from a small awarded with sharp vision and hearing, I also still remember, as a child can easily find out if there is a kite that broke off, though the kite is still flying in the high sky, but I can easily know it and ready – ready to chase it.
Never also at the time of playing hide and seek after returning home after Maghrib many children are hiding in the place of – strange places around surau, but I can also easily find them, but I can also easily find them, because I hear them whisper – whispers even they often assume I cheated.
Hogy and Typhoon were in a row, what they were arguing about, when the trio entered the cafeteria, while I calmly enjoyed the rest of my cold coffee.
“Adek-adek want to order what?” Vivi's mom realizes their arrival and asks the trio.
The three of them only chuckled at the child-like manner of the typhoon and hogy, while the disheveled duo now fell silent in embarrassment.
“Es orange three, yes sis.”
Rita who answers questions mbak vivi with her sweet smile.
“Ok, awaited by yaa.”
“Eh, hearts – hearts the same three guys who are there ya, they are all ignorant, hehehe” Mbak vivi
trying to remind us of the trio
Vivi smiled meaningfully at me, before disappearing into the kitchen. But I didn't manage to decipher it.
After mbak vivi disappeared towards the kitchen, hogy and typhoon who had just been silent to resist embarrassment, now they are in action with savage, approaching fitri and yulia.
I was still calmly enjoying my cold coffee, when Rita came over to me to talk
“Akbar right? Who did you meet last interview?” ask Rita
“Hahahaha..meet bu Sofiana I. apess”.
“Hihihi, your fate is like Fitri, he almost cried abis dinyain same bu Sofiana.”
“Heeeeee..”.
Suddenly fitri runs and shuts Rita's mouth.
I was actually curious about the continuation of the story, but I pretended to be ignorant as if I did not want to know the continuation of the story.
“Hahaha, ask fitri aja deh bar.”
Rita laughs and soon hurls into Hogy, Typhoon and Yulia.
“Hahaha, why are you fit? How to cover up Rita?”
I started a conversation with Fitri.
Fitri sighed and then started telling me.
“I really did the same bu sofiana earlier.”
“At first he was ordinary.”
“But the abis he saw me from above to below.”
“Terus?”
I started to wonder about the story.
“Ya.. that. bu sofiana nanyain weird thing, kayak.., I've been dating how many times, ever do time dating.”
“Terus..teruus??”
I'm getting curious.
“Yaa, I replied honestly, never been dating at all, but the teacher did not believe me.”
“She said that girls my age are almost impossible if they can have a body like gini. whereas this body, bongsor from her son.”.
Fitri's eyes began to look – glass when telling stories like that.
I am not too familiar with the development of the standard anatomy of the body of a girl of Fitri's age, can only say yes and try to calm the heart of Fitri who now looks very hit with questions from Sofiana ma'am.
“So bu guru thought, you are no longer a virgin?”
I asked by drawing my own conclusions..
“Well are you still a virgin fit?”
I joke and tease fitri but only intend to change his mood for the better.
“Hiiiih, you are very evil yaa.”
Fitri pinched my athletic stomach and then flailed my shoulders with anxiety.
“Yes I am still a virgin laah., yes time a new child graduated Junior High was already that.”
Fitri answered me in annoyance and puffed her chubby cheeks.
“Haiish, the world seems to belong to both, others ngontraak.”
Hogy was a little annoyed to see me and was joking like that, then accompanied by the laughter of the six of us.
Ms. Vivi came and brought three glasses of orange ice that had been in the message earlier, we continued our chat with a deeper introduction and ended with each other exchanging HP numbers.
Our last test, is read write Al-Qur’an, where the six of us can go through it easily without
got into a meaningful trouble.
I think this final exam is just a formality. Or maybe to select early on, who can read the holy verse with a beautiful voice, it will be included in the art competition reading al qur’an.
Similarly, anyone who can write holy verses properly and correctly will be included in the calligraphy competition. But that's just in my opinion.
Most importantly, now we all hope – please be anxious about the results of our test, which will be announced in three days.
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A day at school, but I did not see a wulan at all, is it possible to be a committee on campus one? I tried to call him but was inactive.
I ventured to go up to the third floor, the place where the wulan class is, I wanted to just ask her the news.
But when I just arrived on the second floor I met Dhewi, actually I do not want to greet him, because he is the one who made Wulan suffer, but I also realize that it is not for him, but I also realize that, maybe me and Wulan will never get this close.
I forced myself to greet him, because I wanted to know the news of the wulan from earlier was not visible stem of his nose.
“Eh, Akbar, where are you going?”
I intend to greet him first, even too late to say.
“Eh Dhewi right?
Want to find Wulan nih, from earlier it seems invisible, I called also not active number.”
I pretended to forget the same d\Dhewi, to make it look natural, but in my heart it was a bit as late as I saw it.
“Oh, what a coincidence, this is I also want to go to Wulan's house, today he's a sick permit. That's why I'm looking for him again.
“Hah? Sick? What pain?”
Suddenly I was shocked because I just heard the news of the sick wulan.
“Padahat yesterday he was still healthy kok.”
I said it because I still do not believe the news that Dhewi brought..
“Yaudah ayok, so we look at Wulan.” Dhewi pulled my hand because she couldn't wait to see Wulan.
Dhewi and I rode Bony to the Wulan house, but there was nothing there. When we wanted to get out of Wulan's house, there was a neighbor who recognized me.
“Mas Akbar huh?”
“Iya sir, how?”
“Tadi mbak Wulan nitipin this letter if mas Akbar to here.”
“Meanings sir?” I want the father to explain everything to me.
“kata mbak Wulan, if there is a guy riding Vespa here, it must be mas Akbar, so mbak Wulan nitipin this letter. Ma'am Wulan also nitip the message everything is in this letter. It's mas.”.
“Ok sir, mature new.”
Dhewi and I now sit on the porch of the wulan house and read with the letter from the wulan that is still sealed in the envelope.
