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Sharing It Beautiful

"August, Emi? Very tangled face, miss the same people in the house who have gone already?"

"Ih, put on the nanya again Bian. If it doesn't mean I don't love. This is how I love them let alone mother."

Bian put his bag on Emi's desk and sat down on the chair next to her.

Febi who just entered the classroom immediately put on her jutek face while clearing her throat.

"Ekhem! I think my seat's on sabotage again, mi."

"Hehehe... Sorry, Feb? We're changing seats again today?" bian Gelak.

"Give up, if I don't want to stay maksa later, too" snorted Febi. He then sat in the back, parallel to Emi's chair while next to her was Yoga doing a task that he had forgotten to do at home.

"Emi?" call Bian put his head on the table and look at Emi who is busy playing the phone.

"Why, Bi?"

"Nearly midterm."

"Continue?"

"You know if we're going to graduate high school? Got to learn, mi."

"Learning it for smart people ajalah, after all graduated high school I will not continue to college. Tired of learning, grab me."

"Hem... At least learn to get good grades for the last time, let your mother be happy. The value of your report yesterday is very bad, mi. I didn't expect you to rank the bottom three in the class."

"Stupid is the same level. That rating doesn't guarantee a person is smart or stupid."

"Don't do it again why the hell, mi. You are smart but because of those people you become discouraged and lazy to learn so. Yes yes, yes, mi."

Emi just shook her shoulder. He understood Bian's meaning. Actually, although not a class champion, Emi was one of the smart students at first. The value is fairly good and ranks in the top seven in its class.

The diligent and clever Emi changed during the third grade ascension exam. Emi saw clearly during the exam one of the teachers gave the answer key to her son who was in class with Emi. At that time Emi who did not like the fraudulent treatment directly protested to the teacher and the examination supervisor.

It is unfortunate, Emi was actually rumored and asked not to interfere. When the distribution of the report card the teacher's child can win second place in the class. In comparison, Emi is much smarter than him.

Since then Emi has been lazy to learn and often does not do schoolwork. Even as the test progressed, the already upset and hot-hearted Emi no longer cared about her grades. Emi origin just answer the question that exists, as a result Emi value dropped and entered in the bottom three.

....

Mr. Anwar, the math teacher entered the classroom after the bell rang. After twenty minutes explaining the subject matter, he immediately gave the task and left the class.

"Quick, Bi. Let's do the work," Emi's orders raise and lower both eyebrows.

"Without you telling me to do it, too, mi."

Emi noticed Bian's hand doodling the numbers on the last sheet of her book. If it had been like this, Bian turned so serious. Emi is amazed and happy to have a friend like Bian, especially Bian is a smart guy and a general champion."

"Now!"

"Udah?"

"Em, write it fast."

It didn't take long for Bian to finish the five questions Anwar gave. Emi pulled Bian's book and copied all the answers. After copying it Emi passed the book to the back, giving it to Febi.

Sharing is beautiful, that's one of the principles in Emi's life. Febi gladly received Emi's book and copied the answers that came from Bian.

"Yoga, don't you want to cheat either?" asked Febi kindly.

"Relieve it! Although I often forget to do PR, but I am not a bego man. I can work on my own. Here, look!"

Yoga shows her notebook that has solved four problems and only one remains.

"Yes, he ranked third in the class. Sorry," said Febi.

In front of them Bian and Emi laughed at the talk of Febi and Yoga.

"Emi?"

"What else?"

"Where's school going?"

"Why indeed? I think I'll just go home."

"Yok street?"

"okay!"

Without thinking Emi agreed to Bian's invitation. At home, he will be bored and alone.

Mr. Anwar who never returned to make Emi reach into his phone and open one of his social media, just like some other students. Bian just smiled looking at the face of Emi who was so serious about raising the screen of her phone.

Bian looked at Emi's long hair and nailed it by pulling her hair tie. Emi did not respond at all, she remained cool with her phone. The chance was made by Bian to play Emi's long hair.

....

Bian stopped his bike on the side of the road where there were sellers of catfish pecel and roasted chicken.

"Feed first, mi?"

"Yes, I'm hungry too."

Both of them sat in a chair without a backrest eating rice and grilled chicken which became their choice.

"Don't, Bi."

"You want to add more?"

"No, it's enough but if you want to go again tomorrow, hihihi..."

"Yes, we'll be here again tomorrow."

Emi and Bian continued eating them while telling stories.

Across the street, through the window of his car, Bima noticed Emi and Bian eating. Bima who just finished a meeting with one of the clients accidentally saw Emi while traveling back to the office.

Bima glanced at her watch and was already heading towards four in the afternoon. He tells Emi to be outside the house still wearing a uniform and eating on the side of the road with her boyfriend.

Bima's phone rang, Nola called her.

"Hello sir, someone wants to meet with Mr. Bima in the office. He was waiting in the office lobby. He said Mr. Bima told him to come and see the father this afternoon," Nola told him.

"Oh, yes. I know, tell me to wait and I'll be there soon."

"Good, sir."

Bima continued his journey to the office, leaving Emi and her friend who were busy eating while laughing.

Arriving in the lobby of Bima's office immediately met the person who was waiting for her and only thirty minutes of their conversation was over. Bima looks to review the smile when shaking hands and driving the person to his car in the parking lot.

Bima headed for his room, he stopped in front of a table Nola was focusing on with a laptop in front of him.

"Nola?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you know that next month is my birthday?"

"Yes, sir. Do you want to be celebrated in the office like before or outside, sir?"

"Don't do it, there's no birthday celebration next month. Work as usual. No notice to other employees."

"Good, sir."

Nola nodded in understanding, she knew that Bima did not like a celebration. It's just that after serving as the head of the company, there are employees who still celebrate Bima's birthday without him asking and knowing.

At half-six in the afternoon Bima left the office and went home. Tired, that's for sure but what can he do? Tens of thousands of employees are now his responsibility. The growing company makes Bima also work extra. If the weekend Bima prefer to rest and sleep at home. Bima only accepts the invitation of his business colleagues if the time is free.

"Night sir, Bima?" sapa Sri's mother who works as Bima's domestic assistant.

"Night too, Mom. Can you make me some coffee?"

"Could, sir. That's my job."

Sri's mother rushed to the kitchen and before long she brought a cup of coffee back on the tray.

"Capek huh, sir? Occasionally take a day off and rest to get some fresh air."

Ibu Sri is an ART sent by her mother Bima from Bali since Bima returned to Indonesia. Ibu Sri has long worked for the Bima family in Bali and now she works in Jakarta to take care of all the needs of Bima at home.

"Mom, would you please clean the guest room?"

"Well, would you like a guest, sir? A boy or a girl?"

"Little boy, ma'am."

Bima took her coffee upstairs to her room. His body is so sultry and sticky. He wanted to immediately splash his body with cold water.

"Sorry, sir. Guest rooms that want to be flanked by rooms below or above?"

"Bottom down, Mom."

"Good, sir."

For a moment Sri's mother thought who Bima's guests would come and stay at her house. During this time only the two parents of Bima who came to visit to stay overnight. Even if there are Bima friends who come, will not stay overnight this long.

A kid? How small is that kid? Yes, I'll see you later when you come.