FRIENDSTHAT
Episode 9
"Lo emang most consistently said I was cool playing percussion from the past. And I'm also consistent to make you my wife from the past.”
August 2005
Every August 17, the school must always hold an Independence Day ceremony and then followed by special performances presented by each class or exculpation. For first graders, not many actually volunteered to perform on the school grounds and be seen by the three forces. Shy, risi, and feeling that nothing could still dominate them. Even if there is a forward, keba-turn on because of the order of his homeroom.
It was different with Ditto. He with some friends who can play musical instruments agreed to give a musical performance in the middle of the field. Ditto of course with his wedding tools. Which makes it the highlight of most High School 82 students.
Ceremony participants who did not perform were given a place on the edge of the field and corridors facing the field. That's where Ayu sits clustered with her classmates while using a hat as a fan. The sun was quite hot that morning, but did not dampen the spirit of the school who wanted to encourage his students to dare to appear in public.
The first appearance was opened by the exkul Saman. Last week Ayu signed up as a new member and now sees her first public appearance. The compactness of Saman and the combination of movements that are so bewitching makes him eager to follow the excrement.
“Lo so follow Saman exkul, right?” asked Icha, her classmate, who was sitting next to her.
Ayu nodded while tightening her ponytail. Her hairstyle still remains the same as when she was still Junior High, although her current dress style is already somewhat better than SMP first. At least the uniform this time is not too thick.
“Eh, look, look. That's temen lo who's next-class kid, right?”
Ayu's attention was immediately drawn to the middle of the field, where Ditto and his classmates began to show abilities.
Ditto's class featured a class band for the current Independence Day celebrations. Ayu could hear many women cheering loudly when Ditto made his marriage steady.
Ayu looked at the show with interest. He was sure, it would not be difficult for Ditto to enter the ranks of the school band members, as in the past Junior High.
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“Crazy, so cool am I?”
“Lo has spoken so a hundred times, To,” taunted Ayu. “Freak lo.”
Being ridiculed so, Ditto just laughed. “Lo tuh the freak.” “So, now you join the school band?” ayu asked, ignoring Ditto's reply just now.
“Iya, I was met directly by them to the class,” replied Ditto, remembering a week after the celebration of August 17 yesterday, his seniors from their school band immediately came to him in class to recruit him. “Gue only junior, man!”
Ayu patted Ditto's shoulder proudly. “Keren lo, cool.”
“Who was first!”
“Introduction, yes!”
“Iya!”
Ditto stared at Ayu's departure for a while before returning to school, preparing for the premiere rehearsal with his current new band.
As he explained to Ayu for half an hour while waiting for the girl to get a taxi home, after his performance on Independence Day, the school band members came to him.
It's common knowledge that there may not be juniors who immediately join the band since long ago.
And now, there is, only one Ditto. Because no one can and has experienced playing percussion. Of course this will bring a fresh breeze to their school band.
While passing through the edge area of the field, Ditto stopped for a while. Stare at a group of first-class girls who are dribbling in half the field. In one excrement will certainly look which is still first class because they still do not wear uniforms or other attributes that indicate an excrement.
Like this basketball exkul, for those who already sit in second and third grade, they wear school jersey with their back number and name on the back. On the front of the jersey is their school logo.
While the first class, some wear t-shirts and training pants, there are also those who wear their Junior High jersey.
“Bengong aja.”
The rebuke made Ditto turn his head, finding a girl with a black jersey striped with a golden edge now standing next to him. His breath was wheezing, his horse-painted hair was messy and sticking out of his pussy, in his hand was a basketball.
“Ngeliat doang,” says Ditto. He watched the girl next to him more closely. “Lo Icha, right? Ucha classmate?”
The girl nodded, making her shaved hair sway. “Lo next-class kid, right? Who is now a band boy?”
Ditto nyengir wide. His reputation has risen sharply due to his recruitment after an appearance on Independence Day last year.
“Iya.” He pulls the phone out of his pocket before Icha moves back into the field.
“Eh, I'm asking for your number, dong.”
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