Circle of the Past

Nothing has changed

Nothing has changed

I smiled to myself in front of the mirror, looking at my body in my new uniform, well. The time I will, all the stories will start with more beautiful and mature of course, hihi. Although I, remain in the same school environment as before, I will try to enjoy it to achieve my ideals of wanting to become a teacher. huwaaw. . This noble soul began to be more. haha

I say goodbye to my mother to go to school,

"Mom, Chella's leaving first" As I held my bag, I kissed Mom's hand.

"Darling, good learning, so be an exemplary student yes. during High School will be the beginning of everything. now, you are a teenager, will grow up. start independent, start independent, start independent, and be proud of us with your ideals later, sorry mom and dad never allowed you to go to public high school. But know, wherever you're going to learn if you're serious and sincere about it, you're going to keep it. No matter from the State or private" mom kissed my forehead and cheeks, she said, I see her eyes glazed over.

"Yes ma'am, gapapa. Chela's gonna prove her one day Chella's gonna be a success and boast dad and mom" I kissed mommy back on the cheek.

"well, be careful, kid, and have a good day at school"

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Arriving at school, Maulida greeted me with a happy smile. You know, almost all my classmates in Junior High again felt in 1 class with me, only our majors were different.

Me, Maulida, Lucy, and wati, we were in class and in 1 of the same majors.

ah it seems. . . We have been destined to be friends forever. haha, how not. . in this High School, only we are always the spotlight of teachers and upperclassmen. Lucy was known as the gang leader from us since Junior High. Haha this is so funny. This petite Lucy, always more mature than us in addressing anything, and her slightly tomboyish and mentally resilient nature, seemed worthy of the title of gang leader.hehe

We get to know each other with the students of Junior High School graduates from several other schools.

I sat lazily on the chair, this time I sat down with my Maulida. Ever since our farewell day came closer, our friendship has gotten stickier like a postage stamp.

"Huh. . . the boss, nothing has changed than usual. We stay in the same neighborhood and school, just different levels, right?" My complaint.

"Ciye who is starting to miss. You mah yummy still can via phone, is guwe??? "

"Get patient huh, haha Khery's parents and her sisters are super tight. He is not allowed to hold a cellphone until he graduated High School. huwaaah kasian him. . ." Maulida taunted me back.

then the istrahat bell rang, me and the maulida rushed to the canteen, it felt. Well, it's very crowded. When I was in Junior High I was always with jojo, there were always funny and exciting things when we chat in the cafeteria, usually too. . khery always disturbed me, with various absurdities at that time. and now. . .all only memories remain at this school.

Nothing has changed from every corner where we were together in Junior High, what is different this time is just. . I myself enjoy this atmosphere.

Hahft. . . Jo, if you are still here to accompany me, Khery. . I miss you anyway. I walk on with my daydreams, hand in hand with my maulida friend.

Bugh !!! I stumbled upon something that almost knocked me down, grateful that maulida was holding my hand. Jaga. . I saw Mr. udin standing upright while fixing and cleaning his shiny black shoes up close.

Why do I always end up reckless with a shitty guy again. Mr. udin smiled wryly looking at me, Hih. Still single, uh no. The late effect of singles is so that sok cool mulu spread the charm here and there, I thought.

"Sorry sir, not intentionally" as I replied impassively I walked past him.

"hi pak udiiin ganteeeeng. . "maulida greeted him with a gentil. own gosh, you are really crazy my best friend.

"oh Hi, how are you Chella??? said udin suddenly.

hey. . I didn't hear wrong this time, when I looked back.

"Iih pak udin, who said hello just now Iaa loh not Chella. kok chella doang who was asked the news anyway. . aaaah not fair deh" interrupted Maulida with spoiled.

I just stared at Pak udin with my jutek, somehow from the beginning he started to teach in my class when I was in Junior High. I pulled back the maulida's hand and passed away, lingering I more and more ilfil standing close to this udin sir. How not, he always throws charm. Jutek, songong, prettiest pretentious, but yes, sedikiiit hahaaa about him graduating the best from his campus at that time.and serving as a computer teacher at my school when Junior High, and, and now even in High School I still cross paths with him every time. Oh tuhaaan temptation what else is this. . . .