DERRIS

THE BLACK DIAMOND TEST

Trongggg..trontongg.. tonggg., Beautiful Sound Bajaj machine that splits the peace of the streets of the Capital.

“Gugup Yes Nduk?” Sri Ayu just nodded in agreement.

“The child is indeed quiet sir?” a cool driver plays a clutch in the hand.

“Iya Sir, my son is indeed quiet since graduating SD. He used to be a cheerful and chatty boy. Though my son was once the Champion of reading Poems Seven Dozens loh.” Achievement Sri Ayu ever inscribed.

“Does this son of Father like to sing too?”

“Kolah tau yes, he used to be an Inspector of Upanya during SD. His voice also boomed.” Obviously Mr. Muji is proud of his macho daughter.

“Sorry sir, I was only able to get here. Due to the prohibition of the Test Organizing Committee. I wish it was 400 points. And pass into a Wise State Apparatus.” The Bajaj driver shut off the engine.

“We actually came from a remote and still primitive village. My son's sincere intention to become a PNS in order to serve in his homeland.”

“Yeah, Nice of it. Most CPNS have high hopes. Such as stable salary allowances, pension funds and can pawn their SK for his or her living needs. So that they are too busy using their authority, and forget that the State Apparatus is the servant of the Society. Yes no?” wipe the sweat with a towel.

“My father is very good, hopefully my son will continue to devote himself to building his Country. By fully dedicating his mandate and the task he will carry. Whether elected or not my son became a PNS, he should be able to build his Village. Because it is very dear if you are young to be married. Has not had time to contribute to the surrounding environment, already dizzy thinking of household needs hehehe.”

“Yeah, he's Wiro Sableng what is Kabayan anyway. Cook the millennial era still wear gloves in so-called bags. Where the dipake holster is nge-per, bulukan again huekkkk.” Clamping his snub nose.

“Eh uh look there Sarimin go to Market.” They railed against Sri Ayu by likening the clown Monkey.

“Yeah, his shoes are homemade oi. Who's who's who's who's in the congel, hahahaha.” Sri Ayu is so creative, she makes shoes that are from old inner tube materials.

“Eh that clammy hair is very geeky, the cake abis kramas use the oil of the former fried trasi hahahaha.”

“Kemejanya moreover, ckckck there is no them. Just hand-stitched, poor duh very this is a child. Don't be this bed sheet from his hotel nginep continue to be cooked hahahaha.”

Along the foot of Sri Ayu walked his ears only to hear the jeers of other prospective participants. His heart was so small and growing. Her chest is tight, not because of the bra. During this time Sri Ayu makai kutang or miniset. Because it was flat-chested, it almost trepesnya with its flat eyes. The butter is red not because of eating spicy sambel. But constantly hear insults and blasphemies from the mouths of others. Slowly Sri Ayu stopped her steps when she was about to pass the examination. Instead he turned around, leaving a sequence of rows. He ran to where Mr. Muji and the Bajaj Driver were counting the change.

Jinggg... The money that became Pak Muji's return fell scattered. Sri ayu's foot brake is no longer used, because her heart is injured.

“Hiks... Hixss.... Hixss... Hiksss” black girl who has clear white eyeballs shed her tears. As if to complain to his father.