Dreams of Devi

Penal

"It's delicious, tuh!" Dila pointed to the brownies Shiham gave earlier. Ah, this matter is so quick that he reached.

I gave Dila two pieces of brownies to Dila on condition that she shut up about Shiham who came here. He nodded in agreement, hopefully not lying.

"Good morning, it's still quiet!" Alwi exclaimed as he threw a bag that did not seem to contain onto his desk.

"Devi never defeated the problem of leaving at the earliest. Btw, what did the Shiham need to be here?" ask Alwi while approaching me. The question managed to panic me.

"Know Shiham?" Well, I asked you like this.

"All the committee knows, Dev. He's the most recalcitrant of the class." Oh, I thought he knew about me having been in school with Shiham.

"Oh, so it's known through naughty lines, huh?" I laughed, not really funny.

"Eh, she's from Elementary School 02, meaning one school is with you, right, Dev?"

"Eh, yes. We used to be a school."

"Eh, who's in that corner eating what, anyway? Not to share." Haduh, the Dila lacking briefing, he should have stopped eating when Alwi came.

"Brownies, Al."

"You, dong."

"Begging Devi, I love her." It was so free to ask Dila to shut up. In fact, he just relaxes the time.

"Lho, Devi take it?" Alwi was unsure. He's approaching my desk drawer, surely he's going to do a search.

"Eh, I didn't bring it. Dila nagging, tuh."

Alwi pulled me away because I was trying to get in the way. I stared intently at Dila, it seemed like her memory had just recovered, she was starting to panic!

"Eh, no. It's not Devi who brought it!" pekik Dila which in fact does not make Alwi undo his intentions.

"Eh, why are you guys so excited, anyway? I just want to see. Well, what is this?" Alwi managed to find him.

"Take it if you want," I said resignedly.

"Tumben bring brownies. Buy or make your own?"

"The classmate's sister, you know!" Ouch, Dila! Our drama is not finished yet, why is it revealed? Never mind, wes sak karepmu!

"Who? What kind of guy is a girl?"

"Turkey."

"Shyam, Dev?" I'm nodding.

"He's your brother?" I'm shaking.

"Why did he give this to you?" The Alwi kepo.

"Because he's good."

"I'm kayaking, dong. Ih, so kepo why can suddenly be given to Syiham. Find out later, ah!"

"Find out what the hell, he's my underclassman. Emang used to fit SD he likes to give me, really," I said a little high-pitched.

"More suspicious, here. If there is nothing, he replied slowly. Why even hirp?" Alwi laughs.

"Alwi, let's go to the field. It's a get-together, tuh!" A man I thought was also a member of OSIS was seen calling Alwi. Thank God, if he leaves soon.

"I'm still waiting for Nindi" said Alwi so relaxed. It may take personal interests first.

"He's already there, really."

"Lho, I was left behind. Yeah, let's go there. Dev, two pieces for me with Nindi, yeah!" Alwi put down the brownies and left the classroom.

"Dev, sorry, trespass." Dila grinned as soon as Alwi disappeared and we both stayed in class. Ah, mbuh, Dil! My nesu!

"Hmm."

"Dev .. sorry."

"Yes." Yeah."

***

It is estimated that effective learning will begin in a few days, precisely when the seventh grade MPLS activity is completed. Although there is a schedule, in fact, the class often experiences empty hours. Even if there is a task, it may be just reading or looking for a book in the library.

"Excuse me, everybody. Devinya's leg is there?"

I who was at first daydreamed reflexively turned towards the door. Heh, why did Shiham cry there. Wait, he said my name? What's the matter?

"Well, think again how to pay off the state debt!" Point the Word at me with a speech that makes the whole class laugh.

"Have a son!" sahutku.

Shiham walked over to me. His hands were directed backwards like he was hiding something. I suspect, what is this plan?

I stood up and peeked out of the window. Outside it turns out there are several students of OSIS members, including Alwi. Did Shiham get assignments from his class brothers?

"What's up, Ham?" I asked lazily.

"How are you, huh?"

"Good."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Tell me what to do." Suddenly the whole class was silent because it was watching me and Shiham.

"Jawab first!"

"Udah, this morning."

"Good, yeah, if so. You are so beautiful today. Please accept, yes!" Shiham knelt on his knees giving me two flower stalks that I believe he picked from the front yard of the class.

"Oh, ogah!"

"Please, just accept it. Then you want to throw out papa. I was again punished with the committee," shirih Shiham pleaded.

"Oh, okay okay." I received the flowers then the class was so crowded with cheers.

"Si Devi pantesan select singles continue. Her taste is flocking." Oliv's remarks further made the class rowdy.

"Eh, but Devi Pinter didn't, anyway? It's pretty." Well, the Risa even more messed up his thinking.

Alwi who was in the doorway laughed towards me. He must be the mastermind of everything. Put your fist back at him, watch out later!

"Shiham, here!" The man who was being bullied was so resigned and approached Alwi who called him.

I don't know what they're discussing. However, there seems to be another crazy plan after this. You Alwi, I want to throw it in a pencil box. Ih, Shiham actually seemed to nod according to Alwi's words. Shiham comes to me again.

"Devi, borrow your hand." Shiham opened his right hand and asked that my hand be held there.

"What else, anyway?"

"Please, Dev, this is over my sentence."

"Yes, that's it."

Shiham pinned a ring made of grass. It may look romantic, like a lover who is going through a proposal procession. Ih, I was disgusted, let alone cheers from friends made me more uncomfortable.

'*Cie'

'Cie's'

'Cie*'

Your bald pie-cie! It should be Shiham who is ashamed. But why does he look so ordinary? Yeah, it's not Shiham's name if it's not weird.

"What's this about? It was so rowdy!"

Mom Intan came to make the class quiet. Well, I must have been the one too. Ms. Intan stared intently at Alwi and her friends. Well, just get angry with them, Mom.

"What's up, Al?"

"That, Mom. This is his seventh grade. He's been punished."

"If you can, punish him if he confesses his guilt. Don't just embarrass him!"

"Yes, Mom. Sorry!"

"Don't repeat it like this. Disturbing another class!" Miss Intan's out of class, great. This drama is over after the arrival of Bu Intan.