HALF-WING

MOS

"Zia, let's go!"

Hana shouted right outside the door of room number 27, the room that Hana and Zia occupied. The princess dormitory that morning was crowded by students who were preparing to leave MOS (Student Orientation Period).

"Yes, come!" Zia hurriedly put on the shoes she brought from inside the room.

"Buruan, put on old shoes." Urge Hana.

"Udah, here. Come on!"

The two of them were pushed out of the dormitory to his new school which is only five minutes away if passed on foot.

Deg.

In the dormitory yard, just a few steps walked suddenly Hana pegged for a split second.

"Hm." Hana clenched her lips together while glancing at Zia with a feeling of uneasiness.

"What's? Someone must have missed it, right?" Zia's probing suspiciously.

"Hehe..." Hana grinned guiltlessly, "Sorry, Zia, please wait for me, I'll take the stuff for a second! Wait, yeah!"

Without waiting for Zia's approval, Hana ran back into the dormitory. Zia is not at all surprised by the behavior of Hana who sometimes upset her own, other than because they have been together since childhood, also basically their nature of eleven-twelve alias almost the same.

No matter how long, Hana also appeared with a signboard of cardboard measuring 10×20 centimeters that read Hana Sastika right in the middle.

"Hadeh, even though you are noisy, tell me to spit, itself even make long!" Groused Zia.

Hana who saw her best friend nagging can only grin for the second time, revealing her teeth that make the tiny girl look even sweeter.

Arriving at Garuda Bangsa High School, a sea of prospective students are gathered in the main field, gathered based on a group that has been previously determined. So did Hana and Zia, they joined their respective groups, they were different groups.

"Hey, I'm Inung, what's your name?" Someone poked Hana's arm from behind.

"Eh?" Hana was surprised, turning to her interlocutor, "I'm Hana."

"Ooh, your name is Hana. Greetings, yes."

"Yes, greetings know too, Inung."

"Oh yeah, tomorrow-tomorrow you don't be late, yeah! One group we'll all be punished."

"Eh, Yes." Hana replied clumsily realizing her mistake. Only the first day has been rebuked, his mind.

MOS activities that day were filled with the introduction of the school environment, prospective students are now gathered in one hall for seminars, the system is still as in the field during the morning apple. Each group lined up according to the number, the number was carried by the group leader who was usually in the front row, then followed by the members behind him.

MOS seminars contain school history, organizational structure, facilities, various academic and non-academic activities, motivation for prospective students, and information about other schools.

In the first minutes Hana was still eager to listen to the explanation of the speaker in front, because so enthusiastic he would change the status of a High School child.

Explanation after explanation was conveyed, but over time it only sounded like babbles that made Hana start to feel bored, especially Zia was far away there, too, and he was still very embarrassed to start a conversation with a stranger.

Hana circulated her views to the people around her, some of them were recording what the speaker said, some were even fun to joke until several times reprimanded by the committee.

Lazy to pay attention to the lecture about the school that was so long, Hana chose to spend time by doodling obscure books in her hands, and on boredom next, Hana began to draw manga.

A slender boy sitting next to Hana was quietly observing, as if he was interested in the image of Hana.

"Hey! Psttt!"

There's no answer.

"Hey! You are the one who drew!" Half whispered he went back to calling Hana.

Feeling called, Hana turned to the source of the voice.

"Me?" Hana pointed at herself.

"Yes. Do you like manga? The anime?"

"Hmm, like it, but not really."

"Keep that what? If you don't like manga, but how good is it?"

"I'm just from earlier the material is not finished."

"Quiet, it's time for a break soon."

Hana nodded. It was very strange for him when suddenly there was someone who asked him to talk to him on a special topic.

"I'm Aji. The IPA." While thrusting his hand, the boy named Aji slowly picked up Hana's book without the owner's permission.

"Eh?!" Hana surprised.

"Whose name?"

"Who? Suzanna?"

"Hana!"

"Ooh, okay Hana."

The clock shows at 10:30, the committee announced it was time to rest on condition that they could not get out of the hall building, they were only allowed to be in the building while enjoying the food that had been determined by the menu, the menu they bring themselves according to the theme of the committee.

***

Still in the euphoria of MOS activities, that night Hana and Zia began to talk about things they encountered while in the crowd.

"Han, you know, tall, white chicks in your group?"

"That beautiful novi?"

"It's pretty, anyway. But I can't wait for it." Zia is acting coquettish.

"Did, idih." Hana taunts her best friend who starts acting in front of her.

"He was, right, so the talk of one group was me, you know! He said he was a blaster. Did ya?"

"Where I know, I'm not very familiar with one group." Hana leaned towards Zia and started a struggle. "But the horrors are so. His looks are supportive, no? Rich is not the same age as us, looks rich college kids that way."

"Well, yeah! He's still our age, but he's been dancing."

"Eh, but the Novi is still mending, I saw three girls whose makeup is more shaky, the eyebrows are drawn, you know."

"Then anyway? How can I not see, huh?" Zia curious.

"Yes, really. I'll tell you tomorrow."

The dorm room containing the two girls suddenly became a gossip room, they discussed anything while waiting for drowsiness to come.

Tok to tok.

The sound of knocking was heard right in front of the door of Hana and Zia's room right now, the instant the two of them were silent, and one of them opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Novi, just moved in the next room." Said a girl standing opposite Zia.

"Hi, greetings, I'm Zia. Come on in here."

As Novi enters, Hana and Zia cast glances at each other. Just a moment ago they talked about it, suddenly God sent the person directly before their eyes.

"Hi, Hana, I said that there was a MOS group with me, so I just came here, so tomorrow we can go together." Novi smiled sweetly.

"Oh, New. Yes, you may. By the way, when did you come here?"

"I've been in the dorm since this afternoon, but came out for a while as my brother looked for necessities for me. I really wanted to come here yesterday, but my brother only has time today." Obviously Novi.

"Aren't your parents the same?" Zia asked curiously.

"No, because my parents live off the island, they work there."

"If your parents live off the island, why don't you go to school there? Why come all the way here? Wouldn't it be kangen?" Ask Zia again.

"Yes, you know. I'm a city that's still a city just miss the old man." Timpal Hana was trying to sympathize.

"My brother is both studying and working here, there are also brothers here. If for example kangen will stay on the phone, easy I tuh."

"Ooh, that's it, yeah."

Novi.

"Oh yes, I brought martabak for you, eaten, yes. I'll pull it off."

"How to pull it? Just stopped by." Say Zia pleasantries as complex mothers.

"Yes, here. Want to neaten the room first, not good with my one room cement if I stay long after the room is still a mess because of my luggage."

In an instant Novi disappeared between the doors.

"Almost hang me Han. Suddenly nongol him. Where he's so chatty." Zia's eyes widened funny.

"May Zi try to talk about your ex, who knows he suddenly appeared rich Novi just now." Hana chuckles.

Zia grabbed her sleeping pillow, threw it at Hana and hit Hana's face.

"Damn you, Zi!"

As quickly as possible Hana took the pillow that had just been thrown, hitting it many times into Zia's body. Not wanting to lose, Zia also returned the blow after the blow that Hana threw. They joke around with each other as the night gets late.