GHOST VILLAGE
SECTION 19: SCHOOL CANTEEN
Friday morning I was at school, still being delivered. While waiting for another friend to come, I carry out my daily task of monitoring the movements of Mr. Rengga and the vocalist. The vocalist came a little afternoon, while Mr. Rengga since I came at half-time this morning, he was already in the library. I don't know what I read in the library.
At seven o'clock, less than a quarter of the other friends finally came all. As usual, while waiting for the bell to ring, we gathered together first. In addition to discussing MOS-related duties, we also discussed our confidential investigation.
"Where are the tasks, are they all done?" ask Dawn.
"I have difficulty with the item that clue 'half-sealed bottled water'" said Lidya
"continue, what are you carrying?" ask Dawn again.
"Yes, I bought bottled water, then I punched the packaging with a needle without removing the seal until half of it was left. Honey, when I put it in my bag it turns out the water seeps through the hole I made. Finally the water is not half, but only a quarter of the bottle. Fortunately I wrapped it in plastic so that the seepage did not wet the book I brought," explained Lidya.
"Ha ha ha ha .... You're funny, Lid," chirped Dawn.
"How did you laugh, Jar?" ask Lidya wonder.
"I mean half a liter, not half a bottle. So you should bring bottled water that is still sealed and the contents are limited to milliliters aka half a liter," explained Fajar.
"Yes, too, sich. I was very confused by the codes," Lidya said as she scratched her non-itchy head.
"Yes it's okay. Now we turn to the baby ghost. Is there any additional info from you?" ask Fajar again.
"Jar, this is the name of friends who are familiar to you along with the activities that followed. Please find the complete biodata in the school data. Who knew they had anything to do with the ghostly appearance of the baby" I said, handing Fajar a piece of paper.
"good. Later in the day me and Cindy will look for these data in Ms. Nanik's room. Is there any information from other friends?" ask Dawn. All the friends shook their heads.
Finally the bell ringing, we marched in the field while depositing the items ordered to be brought. We earned seventy points on the task, as a result our group as a whole was in the bottom two.
In the morning apple activity was also conveyed that there are still two assessments that will be carried out, namely post-test that will be done later in the afternoon and a show of ability that will be done tomorrow. The best and worst groupings will be done in the afternoon. The best group will get trophies and prizes, while the worst group will be given sanctions, namely cleaning the school from the remnants of MOS activities.
After the morning apple activity was carried out, the event continued with the provision of "Anti-Drug Youth" material delivered directly by police members in the hall building. It turns out that the speaker is Pak Prapto's men who helped catch Mbah Kardi two years ago. At the beginning of the material, he had said that he had just been transferred from the old Police Department to the current Police Department. He introduced himself as Mr. Anton. It turns out that Mr. Anton was transferred to the Police Department which is now not without purpose, but he is trusted to handle the special division of drug handling. And reportedly, in the vicinity of the present sub-district, drug trafficking is rife. The exposure of the material presented by Mr. Anton was very straightforward and clear, his style of speech was relaxed but easily entered in our brains. When explaining the material, Mr. Anton is far from the impression of hard as a member of the police, but very humble and humorous.
"Assalamualaikum, do you remember me?" I'll give Mr. Anton a hand when the show's over.
Mr. Anton stared intently at me with a big smile.
"Yes Allah .... The imran? How could I possibly forget a brave boy like you" replied Mr. Anton.
I immediately kissed Mr. Anton's hand. Mr. Anton patted my shoulder.
"It's your teenager now, Im. Oh yeah where's your friend named ...,"
"Parto?" cut me
"Yes ... Parto. Where's dia? Does he go to school here?" ask Mr. Anton.
I looked down for a moment, then answered his question.
"Parto didn't go to school, sir?"
"Why?" ask Mr. Anton in wonder.
"His parents did not have the cost to continue their schooling. I can continue because I got a scholarship," I replied flatly.
"Keep what's Parto doing now?" ask Mr. Anton again.
"Had one year focused on farming, helping his father in the fields. One level above me" I replied.
"O .... Poor that kid. His son is smart and agile, eman once if not continue school. Next week God willing I will go there, I will persuade him to want to continue school. The cost problem, let me handle it," said Mr. Anton.
The conversation between us flows. Mr. Anton asked me about my parents, Mbah Nur, and the others. He also told me to often play to the police who were not far from school. Finally he came home with a great hope from me, hopefully Parto will really go to school with a scholarship from Mr. Anton. If you can, continue your school here as well. If there was that child, I wouldn't be so worried about the ghosts in this school.
After Mr. Anton died, I followed the children who were resting in the backyard of the school. They were gathering while enjoying the food they had brought from home or bought in the cafeteria.
"Where have you been, Im. How did it just come?" ask Gatot.
"That's the cop I knew well. So I asked him to talk" I replied.
"Where Dawn and Cindy, why not come with us?" I asked back.
"The two of them were going to Ms. Nanik's room to look for the data that you gave them this morning" Lidya replied.
"Ooo so. Yes, we've just waited for them to come" I said.
"Im, have you heard nothing new yet?" ask Lidya.
"What news, Lid?" I asked very curiously.
"That was a commotion in the cafeteria" replied Lidya.
"What's the commotion, Lid? I didn't hear it," I'm getting curious.
"There's a new kid, buy some fried food to Ms. Mat. Ms. Mat was still returning to the official house for a while. Pas Bu Mat returned to the cafeteria, he saw the new boy had finished three fried bananas. The new boy suddenly wants to go back to class, billed by Ms. Mat. The new boy did not pay the man who served him. Ms. Mat was in disbelief, as there was never anyone to help her serve the buyer after Mbah Iyem passed away on a class hikes holiday yesterday. The new boy insisted on paying, he said who served purple kebaya. The guy just got to the back as hugged as Bu Mat came. Bu Mat was surprised, because the one who used to wear purple kebaya was Mbah Iyem. Then he tried to open the money drawer. It turns out that it's true, the drawer that was originally empty already has money amounting to the price of three fried bananas." Lidya continued her story.
"meaning?" manya curious.
"Bu Mat now does not dare to be alone in the cafeteria," Lidya replied with a slight sigh.
Gatot and I looked at each other. My feathers suddenly goosebumps. Suddenly ...
"Hey guys!" someone shouted from a distance. It turned out that Dawn and Cindy were running towards us.
"What's the matter, how come you guys are so bored?" my many.
"Im, I just checked the names you gave me in the claper, the student mutation book, and the student coaching book in Bu Nanik's room," Fajar replied in a chat.
"Continue?" manya curious.
"It turns out, your father and three friends were once called by BP's teacher?" answer Fajar is still boring.
"Called because of what problem, Jar?" my question is getting curious.
Dawn looked me in the eye. Then he sat down in front of me, Cindy taking a seat behind him. I was looking forward to waiting for the answer from my two friends.
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