Getting Married through Tradition

7. New Kids

"Well, to the right of the front of the office, the toilet is on the first floor. Toilet girls and boys next door, but wide koq dalemnya. There is a dressing room as well, if sports," said Hana while pointing at the toilet.

Hasan nodded his head in understanding. The two of them then walked back.

"Well, it's a court for the ceremony, it's for basketball, and that's the parking lot, you know, and next to it it's the cafeteria. Five foot merchant's selling place too. Directly in front of the cafeteria, there was an English practice room," Hana said as she pointed to the places she was referring to.

Hasan listened well to all the explanations of Hana. After they finished explaining the first floor plan, they continued to the second floor.

"Well, this is our class, San!" hana said as she stood up with a smile, Hasan turned his lower lip around with a beard.

"Back on the right side, there's still an empty seat, like the one you occupy, anyway. And I, sit here," said Hana patting the front desk on the left.

"Gee, that's a long way from our seats!" hasan asked with a smile.

"We continue again well, because on the second floor there is a practice place for our majors, Computer Lab, UKS, there is a toilet too, continues, there is a Mushola, and there is a Lab for other majors, and there is a, and ... Over the front corner there ...." Hana then steps out of the classroom, and Hasan follows her.

"No, San! It's a park, a park up ahead of the school. You can walk there if you see. But, meningan now, you go down and go back to the room BK deh. The other students have already left. Later you will be brought with you the guardian of the TKJ class, his name, Mr. Mardi. In addition to being a homeroom teacher, Mr. Mardi is also a practice teacher in our department, San. The person is friendly and pinter, also quiet ... If there is nothing else you want to ask, you better get off right away well," said Hana flat.

"okay! Thank's yes, Hana. I guess it's not difficult to make a school plan here, I went back down first yeah! See you later" said Hasan, twisting his eyes and smiling sweetly.

Hana was a little fascinated with Hasan, especially when Hasan rolled his eyes, Hana felt something funny, but wanted to see again.

***

After a few minutes, many students and students filled the Angkasa school. The school bell rang with its brisik, all the students entered their respective classes.

"Han, horrors, there's a new student!" yusi said slightly whispering.

"Who said Yus?" ask Hana pretending not to know.

"I heard the kids downstairs, on speaking terms, he said handsomely. It looks like a Korean artist too. Samuel lost. Every time he saw it, his heart melted, he said, "he said.

"Ah, the hell time? What's that bit of water up to melt? Ice cream gets hot, it melts! Ckckckk! Keep going, you yourself, haven't seen yet, Yus?" hana asked while holding back a smile.

"Yes belom lah, I'm also curious, about, the new boy will go into what class?" asked Yusi back in a dream.

"We just wait," replied Hana while turning back the notebook.

"Wait for what, Han!" yusi sumringah

"Let's wait, who knows the new kid, come to our class, so you can, every day!" hana said with a smile.

"Well, don't you know, Han!" yusi said while patting Hana's arm.

No time to answer, Mr. Mardi came to the TKJ class. But only by himself.

"Ahh, Mr. Mardi came alone, Han, meaning the new boy did not enter our class" Yusi whispered.

"Why do you keep doing this, Mr Mardi? This is not the clock!" answer Hana.

"Oh yeah, yeah!" yusi said scratching his head.

Hearing Mr. Mardi's deheman's voice, Hasan appeared from behind the door. And all the children seem to bewitched by his good looks. Especially women, their mouths open, their eyes cannot blink. Stares of amazement and tehek-mehek enveloped the minds of the women.

Hana, who already knew Hasan's arrival, could only smile. Moreover, seeing all his friends who seemed amazed by the charm of God's creation in front of them, making Hana shake her head.

"Cilaaaa! How handsome!" the word eclipse praises

"Oh my goodness, that's the Chinese artist ... Oh, I forgot his name!" sahut Dara excited.

"Already, do not assume yourself, I better introduce to you directly ... The children that you love, he's his name, Hasan," said Mr. Mardi, smiling at the expression of his protege.

Hasan bowed and smiled knotfully when Mr. Mardi introduced him to the TKJ students.

"He's a transfer student from abroad," said Mr. Mardi again make his students on the scene.

"Uwoww .. "answer all students including, Hana.

"The artist-like impression is loh," said Dara again.

"Don't be tacky, Dara!" Cantika.

Cantika was also amazed and fascinated with Hasan, her heart melted, the shadows of India dancing in the middle of the Flower garden, with the play of herself and Hasan.

"Father ask you to cooperate with, Hasan. But don't bother her, especially the girls! Which on persimmon ... Hasan, please sit on the empty bench, behind Narandra, aka Damar. Call him, Damar. Because he likes to be called, Damar!" sir Mardi pointed to the bench behind Damar.

"Thank you, Sir!" Hasan bowed to Mr. Mardi, then walked towards his stool.

All eyes accompanied Hasan's footsteps.

"Okay, you wait for a lesson from Ms. Salma, in a moment or so, don't be noisy! You stay, good morning!" said Mr. Mardi and then left.

"May, Pakkk!" answer the students.

After the death of Mr. Mardi, all women, except Hana and Yusi, approached Hasan. They were very excited to see cogans like angels inhabiting their class.

"Yus, aren't you joining them?" tanya Hana nudged Yusi's arm.

"I admit, Han, I like Hasan too, but, I don't like that, either" Yusi replied as she looked at the behavior of her friends.

"Seriously? Don't want to go with nyamperin?" tanya Hana fishing Yusi.

"If there is time for both, I immediately ask for the number of hapenya," said Yusi chuckled.

"That's brave, you! What if you pass out first, because it's not strong with its charm?" ledek Hana while holding a smile.

"Damn, you!" yusi said with an annoyed face.

Hana laughed at Yusi's expression. He then glanced at Hasan who looked uncomfortable with the presence of girls around him. Hana smiled to herself, looking at Hasan's face.

Hours of rest also reads, usually all children scattered out for snacks. But, another day, they were even on the line ngrubutin Hasan.