Friend But Manja

Ch. 13 - The inspiration of a teenage fiction writer

“Sya, betting car want to be flanked?” Mita asked as she walked to Tasya's right.

“No plans yet, just past them.”

“Sya, whatever you will do I support. Continue if there is nothing do not forget to share any story deh like any sorrow,” pinta Teresa and Mita also nodded.

Tasya smiled widely, “Great I met you two,” Tasya and his two best friends embrace each other.

“Direct to nih class, Sya?” Dimas turned his body around asking Tasya who was walking behind him.

“Live to class aja.” Tasya nodded.

“Oh, yes Yes. You did not know what the same class 12 children, because you long ago there.”

“Cause.I don't know anything kok.” Tasya could still see the worried expressions of Mita as well as Teresa.

“There are teachers In class,” Dimas start to panic.

“New also teacher, how about satan.” Rian flicked Dimas' forehead.

Rajaya first opened the classroom door and then followed Farel then Rian and Dimas and finally Tasya, Teresa and Mita.

“This handsome-looking pretty-beautiful abis from where? You're already an hour late for your lessons. Stand here no one sits.” Pinta guru tagged Redy Firmansyah, S. Pd.

“Abis from where?” Mr. Redi walked back and forth in front of his student who was told to stand up.

“Abis grab car letters sir.” Tasya showed me the little book and the papers he had in his hand.

“New father see you, new student?” Mr. Redi raised his eyebrows and examined the book and the papers from Tasya's hand.

“Take a gini doang book during that time, indeed take from whom all the letters?” Mr. Redi turned over Tasya's belongings and went back to pacing.

“From class 12, sir.” Tasya answered.

“Where do the others come from?”

“Dimas? Rajaya, Farel, Rian, Teresa, Mita?”

“Anter Tasya sir,” Reply dimas Spontaneous.

Tasya who was at the end furrowed his brows, while Teresa who was beside Dimas immediately stepped on Dimas's feet.

Mr. Redy breathed a short breath, “Introduction to this many people. You guys want to sit down?”

“Mau bang Pak already pegel this foot.” Only someone who answers.

“But sing first, You, Dimas sing song area.” Pinta Mr. Redy

“I doang sir?” Dimas pointed at himself.

“Both choose your friends one.”

Rajaya was already staring at Dimas so sharply. “Sama Rajaya, Sir.” Dimas immediately embraced Rajaya.

“Jay, you have to sing yes, cover the false sound I” whispered dimas.

“Now, sir his mistress?” Dimas still could not believe that he had to sing first if he wanted to sit down.

“Cepet sing before father add-“

“Nyok. Kite watch ondel-ondel. Nyok...” Dimas dominates in singing, actually not dominating anymore but the song is full sung Dimas because Rajaya does not make a sound for a single note.

“Singing fool,” Dimas hitting Rajaya's ass while whispering.

Rian and Farel were no longer able to laugh their typical whiny laughter, including the entire class boisterous when Dimas sang.

“Already, both of you can sit.” Mr. Redy cut the dimas song that was just sung in half.

“Which can answer questions from you can sit. On what date is this school's birthday?”

“15 September, Sir.” Teresa, Mita, Farel and Rian answered in unison, only Tasya was silent.

“Foursome of you can sit,”

“Live one more person, Tasya?” Mr. Redy is back on his way.

“Iya, Sir.” Answer Tasya.

“Who does not know Tasya?” Mr. Redy saw that everyone in the class already knew Tasya.

“Tasya know all the friends in class?”

“If his face is memorized, but his name is still many who do not know.” Tasya answered according to the facts.

Mr. Redy nodded while continuing to pacing, “try who has not been acquainted with Tasya, acquaintance, multiply friends. I don't want to be friends with Tasya.”

“OK, Tasya. You actually ask for anther of all your friends who stood with you earlier?”

“E, yes Sir.”

“Ready, Sir.”

“Pak, actually not Tasya who asked to be escorted, but all of us who secretly follow Tasya.” Mita is speaking from her stool.

“Oh, so. So you're arresting the wrong guy. But for everything, I ask no one to come out of class during class hours, Ready all.”

“Tasya can sit. Who wants to re-explain the material that you have said earlier so that new friends come to know.” Mr. Redy raised both eyebrows, not a single student wanted to explain the material he had conveyed.

“Keano, re-explain.” Mr. Redy is sitting in the teacher's chair.

***

“Truly, members of his group can not choose themselves?” Tasya patted Ilham's shoulder in front of him.

After listening to Keano's explanation, Mr. Redy turned out to be an Indonesian teacher and next week the schedule of group presentations on Biography materials and the members of his group had been divided according to Mr. Redy's wishes.

“Can't, Yes. Mr. Redy's decision was absolute.” Rian turned his stool. “Fadil, come here. Lo muter dong sits Bro.” Inspiration flicked Keano's forehead.

Fadil immediately sat on his empty tasya bench.

“Sya, sorry. Not one group.” Mita and Teresa put their lips together.

“It’s okay. Schoolwork only doang.”

“So guys, where and when is this group, at home you want to not, Sya?” Ask Inspiration.

“Gak ah males, not in my place,” Tasya glanced at Nia spontaneously.

“At home,” Tasya patted Fadil's shoulder.

“Don't Sya later thought we want to open socialite group.” Ilham refused while Fadil chuckled, only Keano who remained flat was not affected by anything.

“Do not in my place, my mommy is a rese,” Ilham first refused before appointed Tasya.

“Planing last, in place of lo Kea.” Ilham patted Keano's shoulder.

“Weekend want not to, but malem because the afternoon there is an osis activity, can I am malem?” Ask inspiration.

“Free me anyway.” Tasya agrees.

“Deal, yes. At the Kea house around 7 o'clock. Do not forget to prepare good food yes bro.” Ilham patted Keano's back but was immediately patted by the one with his back.

“It's good you bring a girl malem-malem to the house,” Teresa patted Keano's shoulder, then told fadil to move sit down.

“But in my opinion, it's better than bringing a guy anyway let alone a guy inspired. You see, Keano's identity is dimly lit, with a flat face but his brain and mind that went nowhere. Usually the ones in them are like gini that must be watched out for. Lo be careful, Sya.” Mita put one hand on Tasya's shoulder.

“Ta, don't do it dong. Gini-gini Kea is a candidate for chairman of the osis that you must succeed. Yes, do not golput yes, choose Keano only.” Pinta ilham's.

“How to switch.”

“Lo must support dong, the time is already in tandem with the same hoes, do not want to support,” Ilham held back his laughter.

“Ilham full story dong, let us not think you are just nonsense doang,” Mita complains while Teresa approves the words Mita.

Laughter inspiration broke when glancing at Keano, “So gini yesterday it was I accidentally-“

“Start deh lo, why do not you become a writer of juvenile fiction anyway, so there is a benefit.” Cut Tasya.

“Gue has writing skills anyway even a little, later I make a story with Tasya and Keano,”

“So much life lo, Ilham.” Teresa rolled her eyes lazily.

“Re, try if you saw this morning Tasya same keano. Want to know not?”

“So early morning Tasya same Keano what?” Mita thought for a moment.

“Kok me so ambiguous, Sya lo say the same I lo abis diapain the same Kea. Say no papa.”

“Kok brain lol cepet really wash as Ilham. We have nothing and nothing to do.” Tasya placed his right hand on Kea's.

“It was nothing?” Ilham shouted while pointing at Tasya's hand that was superimposed on Keano's hand.

Tasya whispered to Mita, Mita immediately told Teresa then glanced at Nia according to the instructions ordered by Tasya.

Mita and Teresa giggled, while Keano pulled her hand and folded it over her chest.

“Wah, well,” Teresa rounded her eyes seeing Keano's reaction while Tasya raised both eyebrows.

“Boggy range lo,” said Mita with her face judges.

“Ah, how the hell lo Kea.” Inspiration flicked Keano's forehead.

“Eh, where are you going? Re, Ta, Sya?” Ask Inspiration.

“Come out, country affairs,” Tasya said while playing his phone that just rang.