
"Montrolly..." The sound of the students' exclamations shocked the two people sitting opposite each other in their classrooms.
"Endrooooo...?" A student responded to the man's call by pretending to be a Mentari. The sparkling faces of the two. They are so excited to play the figure of Endro and Mentari.
They're not mocking. But that's how they make a furore there. Since Endro insisted on finding the missing Mentari during the camp, they became objects that were used as Romeo and Juliet by their friends.
Their friends are also so proud of the love that is clearly painted in the eyes of Endro for Mentari. And since then Endro blatantly approached his Minister.
Endro smiled shyly staring at the action of two friends who play themselves and Mentari in front of the class. Yes, there was no more learning. They attend school only to take absences and prepare for the school's farewell.
Mentari no less blushed. His pale face was suddenly like a lot of blood. He looked blushing with his reddened cheeks.
"You're like there's no work..." Hardik Mentari was angry.
"We want to put this on our farewell stage later, Mentari. But we'll make it as romantic as possible." Tell another friend. They seemed to have really planned before, even without Endro and Mentari noticing.
"What?" Endro and Mentari were shocked and got up almost simultaneously. "You're just kidding, aren't you?" Ask Mentari later. And Endro nodded in agreement to Mentari's question.
"Who said we were kidding? We spoke the truth times, Mentari, End..." Sahut the girl who just played Mentari in front of the class.
"Why don't you guys say something, huhh?" Ask Mentari again without diminishing her sense of surprise.
"Initially, we wanted to keep it a secret from you. But it looks like we need an example from you guys...
That way... Anyway we'll make it as it actually happened. Then we will add a parting-themed musical poem.
Endro, you're gonna play the guitar. And the Mentari who recites poetry. The rest of us take care of it. For the song, we will share it later. You two just stay calm.
How's it?" Ask his friend. And others participated in waiting for the approval of Endro and Mentari.
Endro and Mentari looked at each other. They ask each other's opinions.
"alright... On one condition." Endro finally. The sun turned towards Endro. He was flabbergasted by Endro's agreement, plus the man made a condition as well.
"What's the condition?" Ask a friend.
"We don't need a lot of practice for that?" Ask Endro again.
"Yes... It does.." The other law.
"I'd like an official license to practice until the afternoon..." Pinta Endro's.
"Why? We don't even need until the afternoon, End." Kimpal.
..."We need... Isn't this our last offering for teachers, underclassmen and even parents or guardians? So, we should give it an outstanding performance. At least above the maximum." Endro convinced his friends. While Mentari just glared to listen to Endro's speech which is not at all understood....
"Yes too... But we can exercise from morning until noon. Like the usual class hours, End." The other tukas. And some of them agreed to it.
"It'll just make the atmosphere noisier. And the underclassmen will be disturbed by it. They also have to study to prepare for a class improvement exam. And indeed, you do not want to spend time together before the separation later.We will not often see you again. As if you will not continue your ideals out there, hmm?. looking for a job, or a lecture for those who can afford." Endro again. He tried to incite his friends to approve his words.
"It's you, too, End. But we don't need a license. Kitq's parents would've allowed it." Said one of them.
"Yes... You're delicious... While me? My father would never allow it." Endro said a little.
"Huu... Say from now on. You need it, we're the ones who bother." Grunts them almost simultaneously.
Endro. He blinked his eyes at Mentari.
"Ish..." Mentari acted angry with his murderous gaze. He just realized, that what Endro did was for himself. But he was also happy about it. Free for a few moments from prison, the hell of the world created by his adoptive family.
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