Dreams of Devi

Grade Nine

...A Few Months Later...

The semester break is over. My eighth grade trip was so short. It all seemed to flow just like that and unwittingly today was to enter for the first time in the ninth grade.

The classmates for this time were still the same as there was no exchange from the regular classes. If only there were, I wish that a human like Risa would be transferred to another class. She really is the most violent student in this class. Ever since the fight with Nindi back then, I have been completely unwilling to speak anything to that cunning woman.

Like the first day of the previous school year, I always leave early in the morning to determine a strategic bench. As per the agreement with Nindi, I took the second bench from the front. I swapped my worn out chair for a chair that was on another bench. This is how fortunately to leave in the morning, cheating will also not be discovered.

"Much craving, Dev. Early in the morning has set off, deliberately looking for a seat, right?"

I jumped in shock. Dila suddenly came and I happened to be behind her. He should have said his regards first.

"Dil, come and come make people shocked!" my protest to Dila. He just laughed and looked around to determine his stool.

"Have you come to the seventh grade?" ask Dila to me.

"Well, why is it?"

Today is also the first day of the introduction of the school environment (MPLS) for the seventh grade. Usually I arrive at school with the condition still completely deserted. But this time it was different. Students still wearing SD uniforms appeared to be on the edge of the field. Either at what time they leave, 06.15 WIB, very early to come to school. Though the new activity will open at 07.00 WIB. Understandably, still a new child, usually very orderly and afraid of getting punishment if not in accordance with the rules. I used to be too.

"No papa, anyway. They left early. It's just this hour."

"I used to be that too. Even leaving from the 6th half house because I'm pedaling a bike."

"Now you're also leaving early, you know, Dev."

"Yes, anyway."

"They still look like kids, don't they? Still cute, but handsome." Dila laughed, probably interested in the seventh grade siblings he met earlier.

"Astaghfiullah, Dil. You passed by before you could notice them? I was so embarrassed, they saw me, "I remember the time I left.

"I like to see them. But if you see that chick I'll put judes' face on."

"Dil, Dil, what are you doing?"

"Let's look cool. I'm, right, their upperclassman."

I ignored Dila by leaving class, he also did not care about me because he was busy choosing a bench. Not long after, came some other friends. The custom of looking for a bench is also still done and the back is always the main choice.

I sat on the terrace floor waiting for the bell to come in. Apparently the seventh grade siblings had already begun to be instructed to immediately march on the field. Right what Dila said, they still looked cute.

Nindi waved at me until some seventh graders noticed and looked at her. Chaotic, Nindi should keep her image to look authoritative. Isn't a taboo for the upperclassman looking slengean like Nindi?

The entrance bell finally sounded. I went to class and so did the rest of my friends. The first day of entry in the odd school year is always quiet. Understandably, some students must help the implementation of the MPLS activities of seventh-grade sisters, as did Nindi and Alwi earlier.

After praying, the class seemed crowded because there was no teacher who came. I don't think there will be a teacher teaching today. The lesson schedule does not yet exist, usually for the first day it will be used to form the organizational structure of the class.

Although about a quarter of students are not in the class because they participate in MPLS activities, the selection of class chairmen is still held. The students propose candidates whose surroundings are suitable to fill the class chair, treasurer, secretary, and representatives. Poor Nindi and Alwi, they are not in the class but are nominated because friends feel they are both suitable to be an important part in the class organizational structure.

"One child has only the right to cast one vote, yes. Please write one name that you think is suitable as class president." Bagas who previously served as chairman stood in front of the class and gave the announcement.

I wrote a name on a previously given piece of paper. I didn't tell you who I chose. You remember the election, right? If I forget I remind you again. LUBER JURDIL: direct, public, free, confidential, honest, and fair. Yes, secrets!

Bagas collects paper that already contains the name of each student's choice by using his hat. Somehow I could have a hunch that Alwi would be the chairman. For the results, just look at the calculation results later.

With the help of Firman and Banu, Bagas began to calculate the results of the vote earlier. Bagas gives one a tangus according to the name mentioned by Banu.

"Oh, I've already begun the election of its chairman." Alwi and some friends who previously served in the MPLS event finally came.

Alwi was visibly upset when her name was written on the board. I'm sure he chose silence over protest because it would be impossible to hear.

"I'm the same one who just came also follow meilih, dong!" Bagas handed the pieces of paper Alwi to fill.

The second election was finally done. Alwi coordinates the collection of paper that has been filled with choice of name. The folded paper is collected to the Word.

"This is who suggested I be a candidate?" Nindi looked curious, her gaze like it was full of suspicion towards me.

"Seriously not me, you know. I was also shocked, your name is the same Alwi suddenly written on the board." I said.

"That's a damn thing, anyway. I'm not interested in being an important part of the class."

"Have a good time, Nin."

"Yes have to be patient, dong, Dev. Uh, like Alwi's gonna win, huh. Look, he's got a lot of noise." Nindi pointed to the top of the blackboard that contained Alwi's name.

"No, right, right." The final ballot was opened and discarded. The acquisition of the vote caused Alwi to become the class leader and Nindi his secretary.

"Why should I be the secretary" Nindi lamented to me.

"But actually you like it when you're with Alwi." I teased Nindi.