BRIPDA MAHMUD'S 30-DAY GIRLFRIEND

Chapter 48. The Field

Two days later, he slept well in his room. Even the report that was commissioned yesterday has not been completed he recap. There's another task. But yes, this is Ezra's job.

Mr. Udin and Dinda were also kept busy with this. They also need to help prepare everything.

Ezra came out of Pak Hadi's room and met his friends to convey the mandate of Mr. Hadi.

"Preparation! In two or three days we'll be leaving for location XX." 

"Well! This fast?" Many friends protested, including Haris. 

"When are we going to get a bini, Zra?" 

"Don't bini, the girl who ogles at you just doesn't exist, haa..haaa…!"

They are mutually exclusive.

"Don't be a lot of cing cong if you still want to work, this is also not my desire, this is a request from the headquarters!" After hearing Ezra's words, no one dared to comment.

***

Everyone was busy preparing for the ceremony this morning. After they felt ready, and were nearing the time of the ceremony, they gathered in the field.

Dinda with dozens of members of the paskibraka team wearing white suits with black skullcap on the head said the red and white flag was ready to stand in the field. The red and white flags were ready on both hands of Dinda.

Mr. Hadi as the leader of the ceremony looked very dashing with the appearance of a black suit and tie with matching colored pants. The black shoes looked shiny, standing in line with the heads of each department, followed by the ranks of the deputy heads of the section, and, the supervisors both the ones in the parent camp and the ones from the camp in the blocks have all gathered in that row.

Each of the employees of each department formed their own platoon line, appointing one of the platoon leaders, standing to the right of the line.

There are many platoons, plus invited guest participants from the devices of the villages surrounding the company and its ranks. Also school children from the built village are financed by the company.

The mothers and wives of the employees unite in a platoon of choirs dressed in white tops and subordinates in black skirts.

Mahmud and Andi in police uniform look handsome and charming. They were busy lining up all the lines. Having finished tidying up the ranks in each platoon, Mahmud now walked firmly towards the middle of the field.

Morning is starting to get hot. The heat of the sun stings on the skin.

"Consider all! My commando takes over! Ready grak!" The sound of Mahmud's screams blared in the field. The participants of the ceremony who had been boisterous like wasps, now the atmosphere became silent.

At nine o'clock, the ceremony on the field of PT XX is ready to start.

Mahmud turned back, facing all the participants of the ceremony.

"Consider all! Ready grak! Rest at the grak spot!" Mahmud turned right.

Santi as the host read out the ceremony.

The mantri and health workers are ready to stand behind the participants of the ceremony complete with equipment. A stretcher was prepared just in case.

The ceremonial builder had stood on the podium. 

"the raising of the flag of the Red and White." Santi's voice sounded roaring in the field.

"Consider all! Ready grak!" Mahmud's voice boomed.

"Ready grak!" The loud voice of the paskibraka line. All eyes on the field were fixed on the paskibraka line. 

"Step forward the way!"

"Brok brocade brocade!" The sound of footsteps of the flag raisers Sang Merah Putih towards the flagpole in the middle of the field.

The Dirigen of Indonesia Raya song stands in front of the choir, ready to guide.

A few seconds later,

"Shelf!" The sound of the flag being spread.

"flags ready!" A loud scream from one of the members of the paskibraka team.

"To the flag of the Red and White Honor the grak!" Shouts of Mahmud as the commander of the ceremony.

Along with that the song Indonesia Raya sung.

Respect for the red and white flag aims to strengthen the attitude of national and state consciousness, foster a sense of nationality and love of our homeland. Our way of remembering the fallen heroes, our way of honoring the heroes who have been willing to shed their blood for the homeland.

About ten ceremonies were completed. They take a lot of pictures for documentation and mementos.

Dinda walked to the edge of the field looking for a shady spot under the tree.

Mahmud, who had been searching for Dinda's whereabouts, immediately approached Dinda who was walking. Suddenly, Mahmud pulled his hand. Makes Dinda shocked

"We haven't taken a photo yet!" Mahmud drew Dinda's hand near the podium and the flagpole.

"So it's been," they've photographed several times together with all the officers. But Mahmud is not satisfied.he wants a photo with Dinda.

"Andi, please dong!" Mahmud asks Andi to help take a picture of the two of them.

"Don't be angry, it's the only memento with you I have" Mahmud said, looking at some pictures of himself with Dinda on his phone.

The heat is getting stinging and feels sore on the skin. They walked to the edge of the field looking for a shady place under the tree along with the others.

Mahmud and Dinda sat side by side, Dinda slid her legs together.

"Why? Tired?" Ask Mahmud.

"He'em. Understandably never a ceremony, only once a year, heehee…."

Mahmud stood up, walking away from Dinda to fetch two bottles of mineral water. "Honey," Mahmud gave it to Dinda.

'Deg! Shit!' There was something different that Dinda felt.

'Honey? Didn't you hear me wrong?' Ask Dinda in my heart.

The word 'honey' that came out of Mahmud's mouth was able to destroy the calmness of Dinda.

"Cock-awkwardly? Let's drink first!" Mahmud surprised Dinda.

"Yes. Thank you," Dinda received a bottle of mineral water from Mahmud.

Unbeknownst to them, Andi took their picture.

"Tomorrow night events in the building. A minute of the night means the last rehearsal?"

"Yes" answered Dinda.

"We're training soon!" Pinta Mahmud turned to the side, where Dinda was.

"okay!" Dinda stand. Because he saw it on the edge of the field next to the others, the mothers had gathered ready for the race.

"I'm going to change!" Dinda leaves Mahmud. Mahmud was too. He immediately went to his room in the opposite dormitory to change his clothes. 

***

Dinda and the others have returned to the field to gather with the mothers. They will run various competitions.

the first race is to insert the thread into the pinhole while walking. The winner will be taken champion one and champion two.

The second race, which is compact sandals. One slipper for four. 

"Wow! It's more exciting!" Said Ana who was standing beside Dinda.

"One fell, the other fell, haaahaaa…!" Continue Ana.

"The name is also compact sandals, Na!" Maya Sahut.

"Let's go with this, yuk! We have four people, "Take Santi.

"Yes. Come on!" Answer Dinda.

"If you win what's the prize, Din?" Ask Maya.

"She, shit!" Dinda so remember that she has not wrapped up the gifts as a gift.