Diamond Hearts

Episode 3: The Beginning of a New School with an Old Story

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...Sultans...

Teng...

The entrance bell at our school has rung...The students at the school began to be busy to prepare the flag ceremony equipment, especially the ceremony organizer...One by one students and teachers began to gather in the field using ceremonial attributes and began to gather according to their classes, levels, and majors...

Lucas and I, who were sitting around our school, immediately got up...Since we are still new students, we have not been able to share our classes and classrooms, so we are, the new students were told to put our bags on the long benches provided along the corridors near our school's ceremonial grounds...

"Eh Cas...bel already the sound tuh..ayo we go to the field again..ceremony...btw you bring the hat?"

I held Lucas' shoulder...

"Take it easy.this is it.yok..."

He took his hat out of his bag and closed his bag again and leaned his bag near my bag...

"Oiya..I wonder, is it just me, you, Widya, Nopal, and Rizman who graduated from our Junior High School?"

I asked as I walked towards the field in tandem with Lucas...

"Hmm.if I had 15 of us pass here...Sultan.are you majoring in IPA...Class X IPA is there, not here.it's class X IPS..."

I didn't realize at first, until it was picked up by Lucas...

"Oiya yes.maap keceplosan.yaka later we just chat again..."

"Ok sip Sultan..."

He gave the code agreed...

I forgot, we are one school, but we are different majors...As Lucas said earlier, I majored in IPA and Lucas majored in IPS...Understandably yes I forgot, because I have often been in class with him since SD and that was mostly by chance...This is the first time and the beginning of our majors after at least 4 consecutive years - always in class and one school...

I headed for my line and before long the flag ceremony began....We follow the ceremony with wisdom...After the ceremony, the teachers, senior students, and the organizers of the ceremony disbanded and returned to their respective places...We only have new students and a few teachers left...

We picked up our bags before the briefing and class split began to be read out by a teacher...We all listened carefully to the briefing until it came to the reading of the class division...

IPS majors get 7 classes and IPA majors get 8 classes...Students, named by our teachers, rise up one by one and form new ranks...I listened carefully until I heard my name, Lucas's name, and the names of some of my friends were called...Just because Lucas and I were the same at the time were less focused and not listening well, because we were busy chatting with our new classmates, we missed a few names of our friends...One of them is the name of someone special to me...

As soon as the name of the last child was read out, we were asked to line up briefly on the field in accordance with the order of our class...before we finally disbanded and we headed to our respective classes in accordance with what our teachers had determined...

I got a class X IPA 2 whose room is on the 2nd floor of building B, west of the ceremonial court...While Lucas got a class in X IPS 5 whose room is on the 1st floor of building A, south of the ceremonial field...

Before parting with Lucas, I waved my hand at him which he replied with a wave of his hand as well...Then I went up to the 2nd floor of the B building where my class was, to the left of the stairs and close to the stairs...If it is straight again after turning left from the stairs, it will stick to the local X IPA 1 which is in the corner...

I took a seat, as usual, I chose the middle row of the backmost position...Well...This is just a habit, because in the past when Junior High, I was always the class president...And to make sure my class members are safe and orderly, I always pay attention and keep an eye on my class members from the back of the class...

All my new classmates also entered the classroom and chose the bench they wanted...When I was sitting - sitting while reading a book, someone came and greeted me...

"Hey...Sultan...how are you? inget I ngak, Fauzan, we are first friends of Junior High School..wah..I do not know if we are classmates..hehehe..."

I looked at my Junior High friend, Fauzan...Even though we were never classmates, he was a basketball organization with me...

"Oh.he Fauzan...Thank God I am good.How about you? yes..I want you really...you used to be a basketball team with me..waahh....you are more tall yes....still diligent basketball?"

I closed my book and replied to Fauzan's chat in a friendly manner...

"Hm...Thank God I am healthy and I still play basketball quite often...btw why do you sit behind.do you the champion one general in our school first yes..."

He sat down and took my right row, two benches in front of me...

"Pfftt..is it true that the first champion should sit in front of it? I used to sit at the very back of it. It's normal..."

I laughed when I heard the question...

"You're serious Sul..wah.rarely - rarely nerdy genius tablets like you want to sit in the back row.usually the same kind of you want to sit at the front..."

Fauzan put on a look of disbelief...

"Hehehe..indeed my ignorant face like this pantes you say nerd face.again I've been used to sitting behind, because I was the head of the class...I sat in the back to monitor and make sure the members of my class were safe, orderly, and no whistling..."

I replied lightly to Fauzan's question with a smile...

"Oh so..eh.btw Sultan, the one from Class IXB, my classmate from class VIIID..."

I don't know why, but once the woman's name is mentioned I become tense and my enthusiasm increases...

"Yes why?..What's up with the goddamn girl?"

I asked curiously to Fauzan...

"Hmmm...do you really don't know Sul? He went to the same school as us.wah...two holders of champion one and champion two general in SMPN 1 Spear Edge the same - the same entered the same school again...Engg...Sultan...you why?"

Upon hearing the news that Fatimah turned out to be one more school with me, my heart suddenly stiffened...I can't deny it, my face turned a little red...

Shit.I'm being misbehaved...

"Don't - don't like Fatimah, Sultan..."

Fauzan looked at me with a sharp yet ignorant look...

"Eh.ngg..."

I tried to refute, but baby, since I have pinocchio syndrome, my supposed bright brown color will turn deep black when I lie...And right now, my eyes are unwilling to cooperate with me...

"Pffttt..kamu aware ngak Sultan..the color of your eyes blackened you..kamu must be lying right..."

I panicked even more to hear her answer realizing the color change in my eyes...I then approached him...

"Yes yes.I admit, I do like Fatimah.but please dong.please keep my secret..."

I closed Fauzan's mouth and made a gesture...

"Hmm.how ya..."

Oh shit, he pranked me...

"Fauzan..."

I made a loud noise because I was annoyed to be played by my friend...

"Hehe..iya yes.ampun Sultan..i joked..I will not tell anyone...i promise.eh...eh...mother..."

My concentration was broken, I noticed a teacher who was stepping towards our classroom...I went back to my seat...

From my seat, Fauzan looked back at me...I took the opportunity to look into Fauzan's eyes to make sure he was honest or lying, he was sincere or playing...

Besides I can't lie, I'm blessed with the ability to read people's honesty and sincerity...All of that is visible in my eyes...If people try to lie to me, I can see the color of his eyes turn black and that's just me...

Well.at this time Fauzan eye color does not blacken...I can at least trust Fauzan for now...After that my gaze shifted from Fauzan to our new teacher...

Our teacher started the class...He introduced and explained first about himself, the rules in the classroom, the rules in school, and his personal rules in the classroom...Turns out he was our homeroom teacher...

After a long time, our teacher introduced himself, alternating with us who took turns introducing ourselves...

I introduce myself with respect...When I said that I was the prince who inherited the throne of the kingdom of Riak, suddenly the whole class immediately became silent and stared fixedly at me...I became awkward...

"Eh..anu..you do not have to look at me with such a gaze.I came here to study not to show off the throne.here we are all at the same level, the same students, the same students, so also with me.so I beg my friends please do not call me with royal titles or honorary calls such as Lord, His Majesty, Prince Ripple, etc...friends simply call me by my name, Sultan.engg...Sultan is a name, not a title..."

I explained to them awkwardly and in a panic...But I was welcomed by my new friends...They agreed to my request...

After the introduction, our teacher told a few stories, until the turn of the lesson...We did the same thing that we did earlier, introductions and telling stories, until the break came...

I got off my building planning to explore my new school...When I got to the first floor, I found Lucas waiting for me under the stairs of my classroom...He greeted me and put his hand on my shoulder...

"Where Bosque.surfing not the first day of school, cool - cool not your classmate..."

We walked while chatting...

"Yes..lumayanlah..lumayan tasty...lumayan cool...elo itself how?...eh....btw I classmate with Fauzan...lo know Fauzan, the basketball team's son..."

"Cave class mah santuy Sul...Fauzan right?..I know him..he is not other than basketball also a member of PMR, the same as me..."

"Eh?...Actually?..hehe..kok I just knew that Fauzan was a member of PMR as well..eee..."

I was too busy chatting with Lucas until I didn't realize that I had passed someone I knew...

"Why Sultan..."

Lucas followed - looking back...

"Eee..there is something that is out of our control..."

"Well.what is Sultan?"

Lucas seemed curious...

"Someone who reminds me of something and a feeling..."

I returned it with a faint look...

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