CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 6's

Days pass, months change, years change.

Now I'm almost eighteen less, five years on my eighteenth birthday. I was also in the second grade of High School, majoring in Geography of Social Sciences.

I also no longer sell martabak because of illness, so I have to help my brother from my mbah who I used to call mom to sell martabak and fried like dad in the afternoon every after school.

The high school where I attended implemented a curriculum system of two thousand and twelve who entered the school only five working days from seven in the morning to fifteen in thirty minutes or half four in the afternoon, Saturday and Sunday off. Long enough from last year, last year still home at two noon. It made all my classmates bring food, perhaps the purpose of their parents so that their daughter's son would not go hungry at school. But it doesn't apply to me, I never bring provisions because since my father was sick there was no cooking and I also never had breakfast in the morning before leaving for school.

"Tik, you are called by Sinta ma'am to the Counseling Guidance room" said my bench friend named Ervi.

I frowned, why was I called to the counseling guidance room when I was not late to think of me either.

"What's up Sar? ask Sari.

"I also don't know, this morning you are late" said Ervi because usually I am often late to go to school because of sleepiness and fatigue due to selling until late at night, every day I just arrived at home every twelve o'clock in the evening sometimes also at half-one in the morning because the stand selling mother far from home.

"Not Sar, I'm not late today. You're the one who's late?" say me.

"Yes, I'm late, so I'm out of the counseling room. But back here even in order to call you tuh sinta" replied Ervi while dropping her ass on the wooden chair next to me.

Both of our benches are behind the left corner, right on the lower wall of our table there is a socket that we usually use to charge the phone.

I immediately got up from my seat.

"Yooo ii's... Don't forget to buy siomay first, nitip five bamboo aje!" ervi shouted as I got to the classroom door to put on my shoes.

"Medes?" yell me.

"Yes, rich chilli love usually!" said Ervi who was sitting leaning against the wall facing the southern wall.

I did not answer Ervi again, my footsteps immediately stepped into Sinta's room.

Tok Tok Tok Tok...

A voice knocked on the door of the counseling guidance room I was knocking on.

"Yes Tik, come in!" said Ms. Sinta and the male teacher sitting next to her named Pak Adi.

"Excuse me ma'am, said Ervi njenengan call me nggih?" said I who began to enter the room that is not too big it may only be three times five and a half square meters, I don't know if I haven't measured it directly, that's just my estimate.

"Yes Tik, really. I'm the same Mr. Adi who told Ervi to call you, you sit here first!" said Ms. Sinta pointed to the sofa chair like a living room chair in general that there is a table in the middle of the chair.

"Well ma'am." said I nodded and sat down following the instructions of Sinta who told me to sit in the front seat.