Bony The Scooter
Ch.27 – Orientation Period of Educator Participants (MOPDIK) 2
"Then indeed with the difficulty there is ease."-- (QS Al Insyirah 5)
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This morning Hogy and I were having a cup of coffee while waiting for the Typhoon to arrive at my house,
indeed my house has the closest mileage to the main campus only about five to
seven minutes, while the distance of Hogy's house to the main campus is about ten minutes, and the farthest is Typhoon, his house is on the border of my district and the next district.
To get to the adjoining district using the main line only takes about 20 minutes, but of course a lot of police on duty there, there are, while to use an alternative path will take almost an hour and will pass through the home area of Typhoon.
“Which is the top? It's almost six o'clock hasn't come yet, just stay yok ah.”
Said Hogy who was getting annoyed because he had waited too long for him.
“Kaleem coy.. five minutes more if we have not come also just leave, please understand the house he is inside
forest, maybe he'll cross the river again.”
My answer is to insinuate Hogy for having possessed me yesterday.
“Heleh, so still ngambeeeek..once we adventure through the hahaha.”
Answer Hogy by poking – poke my arm.
Sayup – sayup sound typical of Typhoon motor from a distance.
“Tuh she's come.” I said that took Hogy's hand away from mine.
“Sory gaes. si Jagur sulking, ask to buy a drink first to fill the tank.. hehehe.”
New Typhoon speech comes with install hear face – grin.
“Hiish this kampret is asking for love raw bogem first like let him know the taste.”
Hogy who was upset began to shower the head of the Typhoon with teak.
“hayuk ah we leave, so we can wash the eyes of girls – girls main campus.”
I said when I broke them both.
“Maaaaaak...!! Akbar left first.. Assalamualaikuuum.!!”
Bony, Vera and Jagur set out together to walk through the city to the main campus of Islamic Nusantara High School.
Three old motorcycles that are joined through the master, Bony the semok white dull color vespa.
Then there is Vera, Hogy's dark red curvaceous vespa and also the most bongsor motorcycle Jagur belonging to Typhoon, GLPro with the engine is still original only the exhaust that has a distinctive sound rather noisy.
The three of us managed to become the center of attention once we arrived at the main campus motorcycle park because it was only the three of us who were new students who wore High School uniforms, he said, I also saw a lot of older sisters who whispered to each other when they saw us get off the motorbike, some were bright – brightly smiled at us.
But where there is a like gaze there must be a look of hate, not a few – male upperclassmen who look at us with a look as if they want to kill.
As soon as we came, Rayhan immediately approached us and immediately invited us to chat with
familiar.
The real me who wasn't too close to Rayhan felt a little uneasy while talking to him
especially with a one-semester agreement that is now enough to make my head become dizzy when thinking about it.
I still have no intention of expressing my objection to Rayhan, as I am still quite confident if
Dhewi chose me over Rayhan.
And as usual mopdik this time ended up quite boring in my opinion, in addition to the material that contains
the introduction of the school, filled only with group games aimed at improving work
the same and compactness of a team with the peak of the event as usual lunch using the strange provisions we brought.
Nothing special also at lunch together, this time I paired up with a boy – boy
But, just before the three of us left the main campus I saw Rayhan talking to the girl in the front cafeteria.
Yes, the girl with just a smile can make me forget to ever feel angry with Dimas,
I was really curious as to who the upperclassmen were, where we had met before, and why
his smile was warm in my heart.
When I was hesitant to ask Rayhan who the girl was, I saw the Typhoon
approaching them both.
Seeing the three of them conversing intimately made a strange sensation appear in my heart,
especially when he saw the girl smiling by the manner of the Typhoon, there was less pain, but more taste
as if I didn't see it.
Hogy who saw the change in my expression immediately pulled my hand to get closer towards them, I felt
a little awkward with this conversation, on the one hand I still can't take it because the Typhoon has preceded me,
on the other hand, I still want to talk to this girl.
At least I managed to find out his name after struggling to suppress this feeling, indeed
strange girl I just met can easily stir – stir my feelings just with her smile
just.
He was right – can make me forget everything, I do not remember Dhewi, Wulan, let alone all my monkey love from Junior High School, as if by seeing him smile alone can meet all my nutritional intake.
Aisyah Sarasvati, a sweet girl who looks innocent and an aura of ayu radiates whenever she smiles. Him
not the type of girl who is beautiful from physical appearance alone, especially when compared to girls who only
relying on makeup but clearly visible if there is a beauty that radiates from within him.
And strangely I felt as if I had a strong bond with Aisyah, even though she was just a girl I had just met.
Every time I tried to resist this bond there was always a feeling of anger, whether it was anger at myself
nor angry at those around me, let alone smiling at the ridiculous behavior of the Typhoon
it burned my anger even more.
I came home empty-handed, only getting a name from the girl, but from our conversation it seems we have never met before, even she was not a school with me at Junior High.
And from what I heard earlier his house was fairly close to me, having the same mileage
with the main campus, only the direction is different. If from my house to the main campus live straight to the north, then to go to the house Aisyah must turn towards the west while on the way to the main campus.
“Assalamualaikum.”
“Waalaikumsalam.. lemes so bar? Want to make coffee not?”
“Bby mak, if not ngerepotin.. hehehe.” I answered by throwing my ass at the sofa in my living room.
“Yaudah wait a moment, rather than bengong there, mending you change clothes first there.”
“Ok shiyaap.”
Sometimes I think when I'm feeling down like this, then what about my mother's feelings
now almost four years left my father disappeared somewhere and there is no news of his life or death.
I did try my best to replace the father figure in my family, but I also know with certainty that my father is also an irreplaceable figure on my mother's side.
I feel embarrassed by this situation, I can feel upset with a girl who is not even who – is ready for me
this, while my mother, I know she can hide her feelings well, especially in front of her – children.
