Dhyanda wait

Because of the chair

"What?" dhyanda's eyeballs were wide open.

"Yes, Gio has moved schools. I know it from the walikelas" Imel said upon his return from the teacher's room and gave the news to Dhyanda.

"Where to? how can you not say it?" Dhyanda looks frustrated. Unable to accept the shocking news about Gio's sudden move.

"Gue does not know, Ibu Nawang does not know where his new school is.he said he moved out of the city of the family because of the mutation of his bokap work" explained Imel.

"Gue call Gio!" Dhyanda pulled the phone from her bag and made a phone call to Gio's number which turned out to be inactive. "Dead, Mel" he said inching from the chair he was sitting in.

"What's dead, Dhy?" Imel shocked.

"Lost contact us with him" said Dhyanda sadly, put back his phone when he saw the teacher of his first subject coming to his class.

"The number's off?" whispered Imel.

"Udah is not listed" Dhyanda whispered.

"Let's try again" said Imel ended his conversation because Indonesian lessons this morning had already begun.

For Dhyanda, learning Indonesian is sometimes boring and sometimes fun. The reason is because text-based learning tends to be boring because he thinks students are forced to dwell with text continuously and dwell on things that are it. The second reason that makes it fun because Indonesian lessons make a Dhyanda who is not a native becomes very fluent and understands about the order of the good and true Indonesian language.

"Okay, this week's job is to make a review of a book. The title of the book is free which is important there should not be the same. What is your assessment of the contents of a book? Can you express your assessment of a book in the form of a reviewer? see you at the next meeting, let no one not do!" press Ms. Nawang at the end of her sentence before the Indonesian teacher leaves the class because her teaching hours are up.

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After school Dhyanda and Imel decided to go to the library to do Indonesian lessons. They must immediately find a book to be a reviewer so as not to go first with others.

At the entrance, Dhyanda and also Imel had just finished storing their bags. Before borrowing books, they choose to stop by the cafeteria first to buy Thai tea drinks and snacks that are specifically allowed to be enjoyed in the library.

"Put the drink first let our table not be occupied by people!" imel gave me an idea.

Dhyanda agreed. After putting down his drink and food, he and imel went to the library attendant. The queue is actually not too long. But when Dhyanda and Imel returned to their table, their food and drink were gone. Their seats were filled with drinks and food belonging to others.

"Stand up!" break up Dhyanda, "partially I have to find the novel book that I'm looking for in the back" he said to treat upset.

Dhyanda visited the library more often after school. Even the librarian had memorized Dhyanda. As an outstanding student, Dhyanda has its own demands included in the target values and financial management of her life. Instead of out hanging out or watching a movie that wastes a lot of money, the library is his escape.

"His book?" tanya Imel followed to the row of back shelves.

"It's possible that someone else can lend it, because this is the same author but the title is different. I don't want this one" ' he replied, Dhyanda lifted the book in his hand, "later I try to check the loan on the front computer" he said.

Imel pressed his shoulders without retaliating, just stalking Dhyanda's steps back into the front row.

"So it was them?" Imel ruffled his waist with an annoyed face. He pointed to the chair where he and Dhyanda had lost their drinks and food earlier.

"Mauren and the genk?" Dhyanda chuckled, "they didn't die!" his mind was provoked by emotion.

The mood of Dhyanda and Imel was not good. They went straight to Mauren and the genk's table to smash him, standing arrogantly by his side.

"In addition to the gossip mongers you are good at also calling our seats huh?" reprimand Dhyanda without further ado. Just this time Dhyanda responded to their annoying behavior.

"Where was my drink at this table?" imel asked with a defiant intonation.

Mauren stood up from her seat, followed by Fatiya and Bianca who followed the tide. "Oh, did I throw it in the trash can that's your drink and your food? Sorry, I thought it was rubbish" he said.

"Lo it is! can't it be different from garbage or whole drinks? even close the cup aja belom I puncture straws. It's crazy!" Dhyanda growled, his Thai tea and chocolate drinks turned out to have been thrown away the three women.

"Yes sorry, we were accidentally" said Bianca chuckling to give a condescending impression.

So irritated Imel pushed Bianca's shoulder, "Your son of a bitch! just change my drinks and food with Dhyanda!"

"Hey, don't be so rude!" Mauren helps Bianca who almost fell. "How much food and drink is that? can't buy anymore? is it because the pocket money is less? kasian" said Mauren insulting.

"Emang fits yes one model vulgar photos and the other thugs. There is no good you guys," added Fatiya and successfully make Dhyanda and Imel more furious.

"Gue doesn't care about the judgment of rich jerk Lo!" sengal Dhyanda shuddered. He knows and is quite self-aware, with the photo edit of himself that is quite viral at school makes everyone's judgment about him worse.

"You're moving away, not here. Can you?" Imel closed Dhyanda's weak gap by trying to get them to leave.

"Gue's not wrong, why go?" mauren ngeyel said, "you should go, you guys make a fuss" he added.

Murmuring emerged from the crowd around the library, supporting Mauren and the genk. This makes Mauren seem more and more deep into his hurt role.

"We don't know if this is your chair" said Mauren still with a voice like choking in the throat, made up, "if I know, I won't sit here" he said.

"Now you know, right?" Dhyanda looked up again, her dewy eyes holding back her anger, "the chips moved!"

"It's not our fault not to know about this chair previously dipake who, why Lo really make us move?" challenge Fatiya.

"Because from the beginning you were wrong", interrupted Imel impatiently.

"Where's wrong?" Mauren is getting excited, "this is a public seat, everyone has the right to sit here right?"

"The business is different if the one who called this chair is not you. Why did you provoke me so much in the first place? you guys want a somersault please, but don't fuck up my life with all your knowledge about me! starting from my favorite chair until my drinks and food are deliberately thrown away!" point Dhyanda next to the garbage can at the foot of Bianca.

"because I saw Lo's drink and food was stale" Mauren lured.

"Well, you are really pushing me noisily" exclaimed Dhyanda exhausted his patience.

Almost Dhyanda grabbed Mauren's long hair if a burly hand decorated with expensive watches held back his movements.

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You have the power within you to rise up about whatever is currently trying to bring you down.