EPOCHS

Chapter 3

The weekend has passed. Now everyone is back to their routine. In contrast to Kinza, the spoiled girl was still fast asleep on her soft mattress. He buried his head deeply and pulled the blanket over while curling up. For Kinza, the morning is indeed a suitable time to fall asleep while covered. In addition to the cold air, her usual beautiful dreams sprung up.

The sound of knocking on the door was ignored by him. He was even more aggressively covering his ears with a pillow that may have been flooded with saliva.Extra kinza-he was able to make an island containing saliva in one night only.

The sound of knocking on the door has begun to change, which earlier said 'Tok tok' to be 'bag bug bag bug'. That's a sign that my mom is upset waking up her kids.

"Kinzaaa wake! Count ten if you do not wake up too, mama cut money to buy your snacks." shouted mama from behind the door. A streak of emotion was already clearly emblazoned on her pretty face.

******! inner Kinza.

"Yes, Kinza is awake!!" kinza shouted as she inched up and walked towards the bathroom door. The girl continued to yawn while walking staggeringly.

"The habit is always to get up during the day, shower and morning prayers!" my mother screamed again. Swear only for food, for food! For food, I would do anything.

Almost half an hour passed. The girl named Kinza has not yet revealed her nose. Supposedly breakfast has been started since, now they have to wait a long time because one member of their family has not appeared.

The door of Kinza's room opened, displaying the figure of the girl who was now in a complete ash-white uniform. Face beaming. Yes dong beaming, lha wong today get weekly rations. That's extra money to buy a snack. Usually mama Kinza will give additional money on Monday, then will be spent out of stock for one week.

"Abis semedi, you?" asked her mother with a tone of judes, instantly made Kinza smile in embarrassment.

"Anu, prepare the training clothes, Ma." reply Kinza accordingly. He then took a plate and weeded the rice and its side dishes.

"This is the provision of mama readyin. Remember, a spoiled mama's child, can not be lost or missed again mama tupperware!" mama's slacking with cynicism. This is a threat again. Mothers are usually. Kayak more affectionate tupperware ketibang his own children. Hellooow, tupperware is expensive!

"Iyaa siaaaap." reply Kinza ala-ala paskibra. Then they all went back to eating their breakfast.

Finished their breakfast activities. Kinza's taking papa to school. Usually, the boy departed with Kenzo, but his brother had left since early in the morning because he participated in a basketball tournament. Inevitably the girl was forced to be escorted by her papa.

"What time is it today?" ask papa on the way. Kinza who was playing her phone then turned to look at papa.

"Fifth hour, even if there is no additional exercise. You see five more days iza there is a paskibra race." reply Kinza as it is.

"Lho, already in the twelfth grade, why are you still in exculciation? Iza should focus equally on learning dong." said papa slowly, the middle-aged man frowned his thick eyebrows.

"Why did he? There's no connection, Pa. Nine hours of study still lacking?" kinza said casually. Yes, it is relaxed, although the behavior of the girl is strange and magical, but she is one of the best students in school. In both academic and non-academic fields.

"Okay, always able to convince papa well. But remember yes baby, do not be too cape, you will have anemia" said papa and immediately in response nod by Kinza. Papa is very over when talking about health. Even at that time Kinza was told to fakum excul due to always fainting after performing. But the girl always tried to convince her parents, as a result they were devastated and allowed back Kinza to participate in the Paskibra excursion.

"Kinza come in first, Pa." said Kinza while kissing his papa's burly hand. Then the papa kissed the top of his child's head with love.

"Learn good, papa will pick her up." reply papa after that reinstate his car. Leaving Kinza right in front of the school gate.

The girl began to step foot into the classroom. He passed through school parking lots, fields, labs like Biology, Physics, Chemistry and Computers. And classes that line each other up.

"Za, Kinzaaa?!"

The voice of someone's call stopped his steps. The girl then turned right and found a maroon-red man. His name is Jadan Abhimanyu – Paskibra chairman who will soon depart along with his graduation this year.

"Why?" ask Kinza. The man was silent for a while, adjusting his breath that was slightly breathless as a result of chasing after the shoulder-haired girl.

"Gue asks for a year's Paskibra proker. Graduation is soon, so I have to make revisions and reports from now on" he said slowly. It's better than before. Seen from the breath that has returned to normal.

"Okay, I'll train you later. I'd like to take care of the budget for the race."

"Sip, all forms for a new capas. Later stay in the same print RC seven." continued Jadan, then leave his place.

Kinza again continued his steps towards the top building. SMAN 38 Bogor has several school buildings with two and three-storey buildings each. One of the schools in the city of Bogor with students who are very accomplished in both academic and non-academic fields.

"Teh Kinzaa?!" call someone back there. His steps stopped again. The girl then turned her body and faced directly with a beautiful girl with dimples and shoulder-length hair.

"Eh Sirin, what's wrong?" tanya Kinza was friendly while frowning her thick brows.

"It's got a seat from Bang Juna. I met him at the gate when he wanted to serve." said the girl named Sirin. Kinza grabbed a brown envelope and a small diary.

"Thank you, if that's the case, then go to class first." said Kinza thanked and immediately said goodbye. Sirin nodded and left her place to enter the class.

Kinza entered a class that was already quite crowded. The greeting appeared from everywhere as he entered. The girl then put the bag on the table and opened the brown envelope that she knew what it was. Slowly, his tapering hand began to open the adhesive envelope and remove the contents inside.

Five photos of a man. The first photo shows a person standing handsomely with a White-and-white dress typical of Paskibra. The second photo shows the same man dressed in Paskibra Cakra Yudha pride dress. The third photo, still the same person with a black-and-white dress typical of a chassis. The fourth photo, still the same person also with a typical dress of the Military Academy in sea blue. And the last photo, still with the same person wearing a full striped uniform.

Oh My God! muttered Kinza with a sparkling heart. Kinza's heart warmed up instantly. The man in the photo is Kinza's senior since Junior High, ah more precisely his full-time. His article when Kinza was first grade Junior High, his senior was already sitting in the twelfth grade. A memory of the past rotates in the girl's brain. Ah, it feels too beautiful to remember. The girl opened her little note and read the letter.

To: Kinza Irsyania Malik

From: Arjuna Bima Nusamalima

Hello little boy, how are you? May you always be healthy and cheerful as before. Do you remember the same brother? I hope Kinza doesn't forget. Thank God about one year ago, my brother graduated from the Military Academy. Now in Jakarta. Not far from Kinza's house. Sorry just gave me news now. The time in AKMIL my brother's phone is gone, everything inside is gone. So brother can't call you. We meet sometime? I miss Kinza. I hope Kinza doesn't refuse.

^^^Salam.^^^

Arjuna Bima Nusamalima^^^^^

Yashhh!!

Kinza's heart warmed up again. Kinza is really happy now. Thank you for returning my brother Juna Kuuu. The girl muttered in her heart. Her smile incessantly expanded after reading the letter. Kinza was happy, really happy.

"Claudiaaaaa, arghh I'm so cute!" peek at Kinza while hugging Claudia's body tightly. Makes Claudia claustrophobic and feeling uncomfortable.

"I swear to you, Arghhh!" say it again while shouting.

"Well, now the story goes why?" ask Claudia curiously. His eyebrows shot up and his forehead wrinkled.

"Bang Juna has gone home from education, he is confident in meeting." replied Kinza with a face sumringah. Claudia was happy too. I'm happy, who is not happy to see his sidekick is being hit happy?

"Well, this is a windfall. Cieee, the love story repeats itself, euy!" claudia murmured quietly.

"Ihh deg-degaan, really want to meet the idol of the heart."

"In the pending first, then go home to school again." said Claudia when she heard the bell that boomed. Kinza. Then they both sat on their benches.

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At four o'clock exactly, all members of Paskibra Cakra Yudha are ready in the field wearing PDL clothes pride their unit. No exception with Kinza, Claudia, Jadan, Ilham, Kinan, Intan, Kharisma and Annisa. Everyone is equally busy taking care of some important files that must be ready immediately before graduation is carried out. Ah, more precisely before the national exam is carried out. The eight people are the fifth generation that will soon be overthrown.

Three laptops are used to each make forms, budget funds, and work programs. Been busy. A word that describes the eight people.

While on the field, their junior brothers kept training as usual. There are also senior coaches who help. Usually, the full and senior will arrive when their junior will take the race, or come to miss and help train in ordinary days. The Paschibra Cakra Yudha. It is commonplace even considered a tradition.

"Kang Jadan, Teh Kinza, is called kang Yogi" said a tall man. Who else if not Jojo aka Joan. Commanders of the troops who are their younger class.

The two people called his name turned their heads.

"Okay deck, thank you." reply Jadan accordingly. Then the two of them got up to meet their coach-Kang Yogi.

"Punten kang, what's up, yeah, call me Kinza?" ask Jadan to the point but be polite. Kang Yogi who was watching his protege lined up then turned his head.

"What are the budget funds? Is the combat equipment ready?" kang Yogi asked while taking them to the edge of the field.

"Fighter equipment is ready kang, only funds that have not been liquid. That's a submission letter stay at print aja." reply Jadan politely.

"Good, oh yeah twelfth class can still go down the race, right one more time?" ask Kang Yogi again.

"Yeah kang, it can still be up to semester one."

"Okay, you guys come down again. So, go ahead and take care of the funds."

"Ready, kang."

Jadan and Kinza went back to class. Immediately back to work on the task. Kinza gawked for a moment.

"So what am I called for? In tanya kaga ngejawab also kaga!" snort Kinza while folding her hands on the chest. Making Jadan who was walking beside her chuckle.

"Lo is my assistant, so where there I must be lo." reply Jadan nyeleneh make Kinza enek.

"Dream aja lo, do not mostly play PS deh later become a rich halu man my brother!" cibir Kinza was lazy after that to walk ahead of Jadan, making the man shake his own head.

"Still mending ngehalu, than you spoiled chick who rese and bring her for mercy!" chirp Jadan but ignored by Kinza. He just kind of just stumbled. Leaving Jadan with all his talk.

"Bodo I don't care!"

Time keeps going. The sun that was burning brightly has now begun to dim. At half-six, the eight people were still struggling with laptops. Forms and budget funds are ready, stay program work that may be in the next day.

Kinza wears a black drawstring bag on her back. The girl was ready to go home soon. Claudia and the others were riding motorcycles. Unlike Kinza who had to wait for papa's invitation. Several times the girl tried to call her papa but never picked up.

"Come back with me, bokap lo mah his work hangs just like that." Claudia sneered slowly and then chuckled. He and his loyal friends still accompany Kinza to immediately get an invitation.

"No, the problem is he told me to pick me up. Maybe now again on the road and his phone is low" said Kinza trying to convince. Make his friend mangosteen-mumble believe.

"You guys go first, I'm not ko papa. There's a mang Jajang who keeps me." said Kinza slowly. That girl is not tasty being the reason why her friends are still here.

"Seriously, Za?" ask Annisa's worried.

"Yeah dong, it's back home." kekeh Kinza. With his friends forced to agree. As a result Kinza di befriended mang Jajang waiting for his papa to come.

"Non, the papa hasn't picked up yet?" ask mang Jajang worriedly.

"Yes mang, very soon." reply Kinza accordingly. Honestly, the girl was just as anxious.

Suddenly his phone rings and displays the contact name 'My Hero'. Kinza's face immediately sparkled.

"God...."

"Dear, sorry papa couldn't pick up. Papa told bang Al to pick you up, just wait a minute for him to come. Papa's really busy right now. All right, son, I'm sorry papa."

“Tuuut..”.

What's?! What the fuck? Getting picked up by Al? Bang Al gais, bang Al, hellloowww bang Al? muttered Kinza half in disbelief.

And it's true. A Kijang Inova car has been parked smoothly near Kinza and Mang Jajang. Sontak Kinza looked up and saw the car owner.

Bang Al's.

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