Dreamy Girl
Part 8 First Meeting
Prom night is short for promenade which means a parade of guests at the beginning of a formal party or event. The practice began in the mid to late 1800s in the Northeast. At first, proms were aimed at developing the social etiquette and manners (manner) of students (at formal events) each ahead of graduation.
Around the early 1900s, the Northeast tradition became increasingly popular and reached out to American High School students. At that time, almost all high schools in various states held prom. Parents and teachers hope that through the official dance and dinner parties, students can learn about ethics. The prom of the 1900s was under close supervision by parents and teachers.
The popularity of prom night is increasingly widespread and eventually followed by teenagers in various parts of the world. In Indonesia, the prom is usually held as a final-level student farewell event. And is a peak event that makes school times more memorable.the participants usually wear neat and elegant clothes. Men wear suits and women wear dresses.
"Eh, ko’ daydreams, what's up?” Gita touched Vita's soft shoulder.
" Ah, there is nothing, sister" replied Vita by scratching her non-itchy head.
" Let's say 'aja.who knows you can help" Vita was still silent, until a few minutes later.
“ Bentar night prom night event nih Kak, but I have no gown” said Vita in the end. He had been wondering for a long time so whether or not he attended the event.
“Oh is?” Gita walked towards her room and then came out while carrying some dresses.
" There is a dress code?”
“hmm...not the important thing wear a polite dress gitu”
Vita pensively, since when did Kak Gita have a dress as beautiful as that. All this time he had never been seen anywhere even with Mas Tama. They never attend parties or anything like that. He was just at home with her making cookie dough.
"Let's try first" he ordered softly. The Vita reverie. She went to her own room and brought a few pieces of the dress. Finally she chose a long dress below the knee from a soft black chiffon material.
"Wow you're so beautiful dear" Gita sparkled happily to see the appearance of her only puppet sister. Vita smiled shyly.
"I'm wearing this Brother" Gita nodded in agreement.
" Hopefully meet the prince of your dreams there" Vita who heard that could not hold back her laughter, the shadow about the prince of her dreams is Pandu who was thick as he used to be. They made a concerted effort to lose weight but it seems like only Vita's effort was successful . Pandu's body has not shifted even a little from the figure of 80 kg.
" Why are you laughing" Gita wondered
" Is this Cinderella's story?”
“ Who will meet the prince at the party?”
“This tuh prom night kak , the same people meet”
“ School friends, plus the teachers, there will be no new people" he said at length with a stifled smile. The gita is only a takzim mangosteen.
" There get ready and don't forget the glass shoes" said Gita teasing.
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Meanwhile at Mr. Raditya's residence. There is still a pretty good discussion.
" Mommy's got an event at hotel X, so you're the one who's going to represent this event, a point of no rebuttal!" mrs Rose Raditya said firmly.
" But, ma. I also have an invitation from a friend." Gala remembers that she will attend the inauguration of Cafe Aril Throw away her old high school friends who are now successful in the culinary business.
" Mommy can't accept rejection!"
“ Just cancel your friend's invitation!” Gala snorted annoyed at the nature of her mother who was as hard as a rock. He finally resigned. Maybe he'll send an apology to his friend later.
" But this is an invitation for the chairman of the Ma Foundation," said Gala still trying to negotiate while paying attention to the invitation card in his hand.
"Prom night" he murmured slowly. But it turned out that Madame Rose Raditya had already disappeared from her sight.
Now he looked at Deka with a frown, waving the invitation card.
"Prom night High School, meet the boys. Boring!”grunt irritated. He was the most lazy to attend a gathering of a boy full of hurrah like this.
Deka smiled calmly.
" Just enjoy as a spectator, wash your eyes, but you can be a mate"Gala directly hit him using a sofa cushion.
“Never!” arrogantly he shakes his head. A soul mate has not been thought of so far, the term is not yet there is a girl who makes her eyes turn away from the crazy world of work.
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Hotel Y prom night.
Many are pangling to see her appearance now, she is so beautiful. High body slim and large in the right places. Clear round eyes with lentic eyelashes. Red blushing cheeks accompanied by a charming smile. Long black hair decorated with butterfly ribbons on the top. Vita Maharani stepped in with Pandu Gemilang as her partner tonight.
“You are so beautiful Vit” whispered Pandu behind his ear. Vita only responded with a sweet smile. He knows Pandu very well. He always praised him under any circumstances, even when he was as big as the Giant, Pandu would always say that.
Vita Maharani seems to be the star of the night. It is so beautiful with all its simplicity.
Nine of the women believed that the casing or physical appearance was the main determinant of any relationship, be it a casual friendship or a more serious relationship than that. The other is probably a reader. His tragic experience over almost many years was his most valuable lesson.
Gala Putra Raditya is the guest of honor at Prom night tonight. Like at previous events each year. Raditya's extended family is the largest contributor of funds in Bangkit Jaya High School. Madam Rawar Raditya is the chairman of the Foundation at this school. His secretary has confirmed to the committee that the one who will represent him tonight is his own son.
With a short preparation, the committee chairman also changed the arrangement of the event tonight. Given Gala Putra Raditya is a young person , then of course the welcome should also be themed musicality of young people.
Gala Putra Raditya steps in with Deka the assistant entering the ball room of the Y hotel. Suddenly all the electricity went out. There's only darkness. Sayup-sayup heard the opening music accompanied by the sound of Via Valen with the song “Meraih Bintang” and then one by one the light points turned on
Every moment, every time
Sweat wet the body
This is the moment I've been waiting for
I proved it today
Today will be remembered
All prayers I offer
History I present
Keep focusing on one point
That's it, that point
Stay focused we're chasing
Overreached
Keep focusing on one point
That's it, that point
Stay focused we're chasing
And grab the stars
Yo yo come on, yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo wo o o o o o
Yo yo come on, yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo come on
We come, we see, we win
If you win
If you lose, don't get frustrated
They win solidarity
We are playing sports
If you win
If you lose, don't get frustrated
They win solidarity
We are playing sports
Keep focusing on one point
That's it, that point
Stay focused we're chasing
And grab the stars
Yo yo come on, yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo wo o o o o o
Yo yo come on, yo come yo yo come on
Yo come yo yo come on
We come, we see, we win
Keep focusing on one point
That's it, that point
Stay focused we're chasing
Keep focusing on one point
That's it, that point
Stay focused we're chasing
And grab the stars
Seen in front of Gala Putra Raditya opening is a flash mob dance from the students of Bangkit Jaya High School. A beam of light is glued to one figure, a flash mob dancer in black dress below the knee. His long black hair waved along with his movements so supple. A happy expression was clearly emanated from within. Her smile from her pink lips was so cheerful. The sparkle of his eyes depicted a young spirit that was tempestuous from within him. His sweat soaked his neck gleamed. Very sweet rejuvenation. Beautiful even very pretty.
Gala looked at him unblinking. The rotation of the earth seemed to stop and only left the two of them there. The beat of the music accompanied by the flash mob dance of the Bangkit Jaya students was unable to turn their eyes on the girl. Gala follows the flow of happiness displayed by dancers.
Deka nudged Gala's shoulder, her body was here but her body was traveling to another world. Along with the voice of Via Valen and the dancers back behind the scenes that have been prepared then he realized that he was still standing in place when the committee had allowed him to sit in the ranks of VVIP guests.
*Flashmob can be interpreted as a group of people who gather at a time and place that has been set to do something like jokes, dances, etc.
