DEAR

Episode 13's

Two days before the festival, the school was crowded and busy. Students and students walked back and forth in the corridor. Irregular hammer knocking sound of each class creates a rhythm that‒ regrettable. The sound of their laughter and the screams that had been heard in my ears now felt comfortable and warm. I can feel being in an environment like this turned out to be a little more fun than watching anime. I felt like I was in the anime itself.

“Leva, help me string up the ribbons.” Said Vicky who was sitting near me, he deliberately reprimanded me because since I had continued to pay attention to Fairel and Fajar who were editing videos using their respective laptops, his expertise in video editing can not be said amateurs, they both looked expert, looking.

“Ya!” My answer.

“I haven't seen Abdul sir and Tiwa's mother since.” Vicky muttered in a soft voice.

“They attended the teachers' meeting,” I replied, because I happened to know.

Vicky looked at me surprised. His eyes almost came out. “Leva, you just answered a question that wasn't specifically asked you.” He said with a tone of emphasis.

“Not usually!” Adit Comments.

Others commented, “Are you sick?”

“You want to go home?”

“You'd better rest.”

“I'm fine,” I said. I'm also very angry right now.

“What do they do?” Adit asked after a moment of silence looking at me.

“You mean, they?” Ask Vicky.

“Ono and Abi! Why are they decorating the room here? We should have beautified the sports room.” Obviously Adit.

“You don't know yet?” Ask Vicky.

“About what?”

“Sports room cannot be used.”

“Why?” Adit asked in shock.

“There are other classes that use it, they first apply for the use of the room, they will use it all day.” I clearly. Tired, this is the longest sentence I've ever said. As a result simultaneously Adit and Vicky say―

“Leva, you have to go to the hospital!”

I don't blame them.

“EVERYTHING!” Shouted Tiwa as soon as he entered the room, he came in a hurry. “Gather, assemble, assemble!” He said excitedly. “We will be on vacation to the island .. Komodo!” Continue, shouting.

“Relax mom Tiwa.” Said Abdul who was walking behind him.

“We will travel by plane, after landing we will depart to the island by cruise. We will enjoy orange juice in the hot sun while watching the wild show of dolphins in the vast ocean. Enjoy the breeze on the waves that shake the ship, greeted with a bunch of roses by a cool guide, rest for a moment in a five-star hotel then start the tour by riding a bicycle, meet the street poets, then swim on the beach, and ... VERY FUN!” Said Tiwa with sparkling eyes. His burning spirit dazzled the eyes. He's got enough imagination, actually, how old is he?

“Mother, exactly what happened?” Abi asked curiously, I mean he was very, very curious. Of course, who is not curious about the exciting Tiwa style of language.

“Mother just got out of the meeting room, keep .. ah this is so fun!” Said.

Now that I have something else that makes me wonder, how did he grow up?

“Class that gets the most points during the festival will win a plane ticket to go to Komodo island!” Tiwa.

“APAAA?” Shouted Vicky, Adit and Abi simultaneously.

“Serious?” Ask Dawn.

Tiwa nodded with a smile. I guess it's too much.

“If we win ..”

“We are going to Komodo island ..”

“BENAAAAR!” Shouted Tiwa again. “For the girls!” He pointed at me and Vicky, the way he pointed at me, it felt like an executioner was putting the death penalty on me. “Prepare! We will be welcomed by tampaaan men!”

Thankfully, he didn't say he was going to cut my head off. Then why am I still goosebumps? Because of his words? Is he really a teacher? Why are men handsome? Komodo should be handsome. Why Komodo Island? Why not Cat Island or Panda Island? Panda is funnier than Komodo.

“By the way Ma'am, are all the students in the class going to participate?” Ask Ono.

“It ... not mentioned. But, of course, right.”

“The problem at my house there are only six tickets.” Ono.

“You mean?”

“A few days ago, a friend of his who was in the promotion period of tourist attractions gave dad six tickets for a trip to Komodo island. I thought that ticket would be the prize.”

“You mean there are only six tickets?”

“Ya!” Answer Ono.

“Means he will buy tam―” ticket

“Honey once, father is not a generous person.” Ono said with a smile. Without explaining, everyone would know, the principal was stingy.

“She definitely added it with tuition.” Said Tiwa.

“School has nothing to lose if you only buy three extra tickets.” Vicky said.

“He must buy 20 extra tickets, Vicky!” Obviously Adit.

“We have only seven people, nine with Abdul and Tiwa.” Denies Vicky is upset.

“Vicky, the number of students in each class is 25 people. Our class is not the benchmark.”

“True too!” Vicky said lethargic, he put his face on the table.

“But it could have happened if our already confirmed class would have won.”

“To win, we have to collect as many points as possible, right?” Ask Dawn.

“True.” Answer us simultaneously.

“To get a lot of points, we have to win in many competitions, right?”

“True!”

“To enter the race, we need many people, right?”

“True!” They answered, Dawn smiled.

The class became quiet. They all seemed to have just realized something really big. At the same time they exhale heavily.

“The Commodity Island is getting further and further ..” said Tiwa and Vicky simultaneously. Is that what they want to go to Komodo Island?

“Also,” says Fairel suddenly. “As chairman of the isis, I cannot participate with you!” His voice was clear in silence. Everyone stared at Fairel. Fairel's smile widened, he scratched his head.

“APAAAA!!?”

“I have to monitor the running of the festival!” Obviously Fairel with an innocent face. A black aura enveloped everyone, this class became gloomy.

“But points can also be earned from festival earnings!” Fairel said, their attention was distracted and there was a hint of light in their eyes.

“Revenue mean ..”

“Money!”

“Oh ..” They said simultaneously.

“Most earnings at the festival are worth 50 points.”

“Serious!!!!?” Ask them excitedly.

“Ya!”

“Waaahhh!”

“But if we earn the most from other classes.”

“Oh!” They said simultaneously.

“I have an idea, we raise the ticket price.” Ono.

“It's not a good idea, Ono,” rebut Dawn, “We will lack visitors if it is like that.”

“Why not work hard to improve visitors?” Said Tiwa spirit.

“Ya!” Answer them with spirit. Is it that easy?

“But we will not be able to win if only with 50 points,” murmured Mr. Abdul.

“But, 50 points equals winning 5 competitions.” Vicky is serious.

“What are the classes in this school?”

“About 37 classes.” Said Abdul. “We will not win by just 50 points, not necessarily also we will get the most income from other classes.”

“We only need to follow as many competitions, right?”

“That's what I mean.” Said Abdul.

I smiled, smiling worriedly. Thinking about my fate later. Even though I don't want to come along, they will definitely force me to participate. You see, they need a lot of people to win the race, while we only have seven, Fairel reduced it to six.

“I also feel back young.” Shouted Tiwa. So now he admits he's old?

“This festival will definitely be fun,” I said slowly pretending to be interested. However, the class was silent for a moment.

“Leva, should I call an ambulance?” They said simultaneously.

That's ...

We finished decorating the class until 6 p.m. But still, I think this class is too small for movie screenings. Then I went home with Tiwa, at Leah's house to greet me and serve me well. Tomorrow we'll spread pamphlets all over the school and outside the school. So I need to rest well.