Fake Love !!
Smile
CHAPTER 5
Pov Author's
"Why did I go to IPS? Why am I always fucking? Yesterday I lost my father, now I lost my dream to enter IPA class ! The world is so cruel, God what am I wrong? Why do you test me like this!! Inner mutia.
Notya entered the class, but Mutia ran towards the dormitory.
Innayah who saw him immediately followed mutia.
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Unfortunately Mutia, pursuing dreams can make you more enthusiastic in achieving all life goals. Everyone has a noble goal that they want to achieve.
To pursue your dreams requires hard work, determination, commitment, and an unyielding spirit. However, in the course of pursuing dreams, sometimes encounter obstacles that make your steps stop as well as compare back to Mutia's dream.
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Breezy wind blows as if inviting various clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes of the santriwati to sway, dance together, birds whistling cheerfully add rhythm throughout the fly wrapped in the wind that leads to various goals.
The breeze that hit Mutia's face, always pulled Mutia towards Mutia's own calmness, even for a while, and all needed calmness.
"Mut! Why?" Call inayah.
Mutia silently did not answer, tired, well she was tired because for too long crying made her beautiful eyes swollen.
"Why mut? Please story, since you come along always crying, look at your body start thin." Thishaa.
"Why am I so fucking shit !" Lirih mutia, her voice hoarse.
"Dial what does it mean ?" Ask this confused.
"My father died, now that my hopes for entering the IPA are shattered, I entered the IPS na, and that's IPS B !!" Mutia
All this time Mutia was considered very accomplished, even always ranked best in her class, fate turned around, her expectations based on her achievements were destroyed instantly, no matter what, inevitably, bitter Mutia had to accept it.
"Iielan, all the managers gathered in the Osis Room. Once again all the administrators gathered in the room of Osis, shukron !"
"Mut, there's iielan. yuk to the Osis room, don't be sad." Take inayah.
In the Osis room, berundinh will hold MOS activities for new students, both santriwati and santriwan for 3 days.
School Environment Introduction Period (MPLS), also known as Student Orientation Period (MOS) or New Educator Orientation Period (MOPD), it is a common activity carried out at school every beginning of the school year to welcome the arrival of new students.
During the new MOS santri walk, santri lama still undergo activities as in general, only santri steward task more than the normal santri task.
"Second discussion this afternoon, please go back to each other's classes." Speaker of Osis.
When mutia came out, it turned out that Ami's mother came with Fadil, mutia spilled all her complaints to Ami's mother.
"But mba, mom to the office first. Want to know what the answer is !! Mom growled ami yng can not bear to see her son cry.
Arriving at the office, ami's mother directly faced with the principal of the MA. Ibu ami is also one of the donors of the mosque in Ma'had, and quite famous by the ustad.
"So sir, my goal is to ask, why is Mutia in IPS B class? Though yesterday mutia won the Physics race, the IPA student value is also good!" Ami's mother.
"Okay ma'am, we consider this mutia talented, capable in all fields, I hope in class IPS B mutia can invite her friends to study diligently." Obviously the principal.
"It makes no sense, but whatever it is do your best, and please don't mentally put my son down again, said Mutia just lost her father." Pinta Ami's
"Yes, Ami insha Allah, and apologize if there is a mistake from us." The headmaster of MA
Inevitably mutia had to accept the reality.
"Don't forget to smile" Ami's mother said to Mutia.
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Deadening science is not easy, but life without science is very dark blind everything, like a house without lights when walking it will stumble because it can not see .
With science we can reach the mind, boast both parents, prosper life in the future we will.
Pondok pesantren, is the most appropriate goal to gain knowledge. Not just science, but experiences with friends, hard life, independent learning, away from parents, all that we will feel in that place.
It may be difficult at first, but believe me today's difficulties will make your tomorrow better.
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On this night, a groan of rain fell upon the earth, and dust was destroyed by the rain.
Two days of MOS have passed, today is the third day of MOS or the last day. All the santri gathered in the hall, were holding a meticulous intelligent race.
The beginning of Mutia's love story takes place in the hall. There is a man who is being smart meticulous, humorous, jolly, poetic. Unknowingly the man also noticed the figure of Mutia sitting aloof in front of the hall.
"What class is yak?" Ask the man named Agung to his peers.
"Ouh dya mutia, our friends ege. qism press. If I'm wrong classmate you are." Kholid.
"Either I do not care about others or only my gaze continues to be on him, I don't know I am aware of it. A smile I cannot describe. Is this perhaps a trace of romance? Aahkk I don't know.wkwk" whispered the great little heart.
"Woy, dumbass again.., be called forth!" Kholid.
"Hehe" regal while showing a row of white teeth.
The event closed with hamdalah. Mos has finished, tomorrow new students can enter the class and follow activities such as other old santri students.
The speck of rain still fell and also wetted the book that Mutia was holding. He still did not go away dormitory, mutia sure soon the rain will subside.
"Sir, this is plastic dariiii..duh who was it, he said make the book so let it get wet" he said and soon passed.
"Don't wait. iish says it again." Mutias
"Hmm jaudah, rather than the old wait, tomorrow the picket anyway" said Mutia.
The sound of lightning roaring above the sky, the rain increasingly pouring down on the earth. Mutia ran to the dormitory. Arriving at the dormitory, mutia immediately pulled out her book from the plastic so as not to damp.
"SMILE YA MUTIA" as a piece of paper with a mysterious brief inscription for mutia, only mutia ignored throwing it away.
"Mut, what?" Tanya innaya shocked mutia.
"Ck, gk know tuh gk clear, the writing of a prankster yes." Mutia.
"Oh. nie's secret fan." Innayah ledek.
"Well, go to the room!" Take Mutia.
The night is getting late, the rain subsides making the air so cold that all the santri soundly asleep.
When you feel pleasure, you should be grateful. When you are in trouble, always be patient.
