CEO DUDA'S

Chapter 7's

"You haven't got a test card yet, have you Tik?" ask Sinta ma'am who is sitting in front of me.

"Yes ma'am." I nodded confirming the counseling teacher's words.

I did not get the National Exam card that will be held two days again, precisely on Monday. Because there are several months my SPP payment is still delinquent, and also the building money payment for the last 1 year has not been paid.

Previously, two days ago, each homeroom teacher had told his students to pay the payment of SPP and building money that was still in arrears. But if the parents of the students have not been able to pay for it, then the parents of students must come to the school to meet the staff of Business Administration to make an agreement when they can pay off the delinquent school son of his daughter so that they can get the number of the exam card that will be held in the day monday.

I know, but my dad is sick. Who else would come to school to get me those test papers? So I decided to shut up without telling dad, I don't want you to be burdened by his mind because of me.

"Yesterday has not been told by your homeroom teacher, Tik? If today was the last day the parents took the exam card number." said Sinta mom staring at me.

"Sure ma'am, but my father is sick. Sorry ma'am, I really have no money to be able to pay arrears arrears SPP or arrears of building money. Mom also knew that I often wake up late because every day after school should help my mother sell, but if you can not get a card for my exam is not what if you can not take the exam, I said honestly as it is, not that I want to be compassionate and be pitiful but indeed I have no money nor can any parent come to school to get my exam number card.

Every day my mother always gave me twenty-five thousand rupiah and one liter of gasoline, but the distance where the mother sold to the house was quite far. I also had to buy gasoline to go to school, so my money was only fifteen thousand. To eat me and my father every day I bring rice and side dishes from the stand selling mother, mother never go home and sleep under the stand table. Mom always cook rice at the mejikom at nine o'clock so that the rice I brought home can not rotten eat the next day, not to forget the mother also gave me a side dish.

I saw that Sinta's mother turned her head towards Adi sir, as well as Adi sir who nodded his head as a signal that I also did not understand.

"Yes already that, later let Sinta and Pak Adi who help you to say to the staff of Business Administration. You go back to class now!" said Miss Sinta looking at my face that looked down.

"Okay ma'am, if you'll excuse me first" I said, nodding, then got out of my seat.

"Sir!" said mr. Adi.

I turned to hear the teacher sitting next to Sinta's mother calling me.

"Yes sir, what's wrong?" I looked at the young male teacher, maybe twenty-five years old.

"Monday do not forget to leave a little early, half an hour earlier than your friend to take your exam card number here again. Later I will see Sinta or I am also okay." said Mr. Adi staring at me.

"Okay sir, if that's how I'll excuse you first" said I who was nodded by Sinta ma'am and Adi sir, then I immediately went out of the door of this room.

I walked towards my class, before I got to the classroom I remembered that Ervi asked me to buy Siomay who was outside the school gate.

In our school premises, traders who sell in the school area are prohibited from entering the school area except for the mother and father canteens who do sell in the school cafeteria. So children if they want to buy snacks such as siomay, pentol, ice doger, cake plug, and many other snacks in front of the school gate, they just buy through between the gates only.

"Sir, two packs of five thousand. One pedes one not!" I said I'd put out ten thousand bills through the gate slit.

"OK, ready." replied the siomay salesman.

"Sir, what were you doing in the counseling room?" tanya Tini, one of my friends at the first grade of High School. We had one class at that time before finally being randomized back to second grade, only for third grade to remain the same one class was not random anymore.

"Do you know I'm from Counseling Guidance?" I said raise my two eyebrows.

"You know, the guy I was calling my homeroom teacher. Sir, a pack of siamay don't use cabbage!" said Tini.

"Oh... Yes, ma'am Sinta called me there." answered me as is.

"Sinta ma'am call you? Do you have a problem?" tanya Tini looked towards me.

I looked at Tini, confused as to what to answer.

"Sir, this is siomaynya already so" said mr. Siomay who arrived suddenly held out a small black pastic bag.

"Oh, yes sir. Thanks sir!" I smiled as I took the plastic.

"It's the same."

"No Tin, I went back to my class?" I said pat Tini on the shoulder.

Tini just nodded without answering my words.

Arriving in class, I saw that children had talked a lot about the university they wanted while holding a brochure of university choice in their hands.

Actually I also have the brochure, it's just that I'm not interested in opening it. I'm not going to school anymore, why am I watching it.

For pocket schools really need a struggle, what else if you have to go to college?

Actually, my mother forbade me to come to her sales stand, my mother forbade me to help her and told me to just focus on school. But I don't want to, I don't feel good for bothering my mother and father from childhood until now. That's why I helped my mother sell late at night, because this is all I can do to repay her kindness.