HALF-WING
White Grey
This is the last day Hana underwent a series of MOS activities. Hana was impatient to feel what it was like to study in High School. He wondered if he would have the same system as when he was in Junior High? Ah, or maybe different? People say the most beautiful time was in High School, and Hana was trying to find it.
Some people believe that Friday is a short day, this time Hana agrees, because MOS today ended earlier than the previous two days which he felt walked very long.
"Han, if Saturday is Sunday off, what good is it? Come home yuk?" Zia's chirps broke the silence in the room that since MOS had only contained the two of them.
"Males ah, no one picked up. Must be the dormitory supervisor's permission, too."
"Yes just ask to pick up what's so hard? Continue with the issue of permission, yes permission is left."
"Not yet."
"Aren't you home? One week here feels like a year, I really want to go home. I've lived here too long. Oh, myGod!" Zia pretends to be sad, as if being the most unfortunate human in the world, Zia drami, she sometimes does like hyperbole.
"Kangen, anyway. But it's only been a week, the dormitory rule is to go home at least once a month."
"Oh yeah, I forgot."
Hana looked at Zia who was busy beautifying her nails with a manicure set, the type of installment girl but still paying attention to appearance. Another time with Hana, he was very indifferent to her appearance.
"It's serious we're not going to do anything until Sunday?"
"I told you, Han. Hmm, if I could just go home."
"Oh yeah, let's just laze around."
Zia did not understand Hana's words at all, she was still busy with nail polish with almost the same color as her original nails. Occasionally he puffed his cheeks, gently blowing his fingers.
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The day passed, turning into Monday, the first day of school arrived. This is the first time Hana is wearing an OSIS uniform but with a different skirt color and logo, not blue white anymore but gray white.
'Well, I'm in high school.' His inner.
After the ceremony was over, the students spread out to their respective classes, as did Hana.
The atmosphere of the 10th class IPA became very boisterous when 40 students rambled on their respective topics. Like the first meeting, they try to get along with each other, not infrequently there are also students who only talk a little, Hana one of them. In terms of adapting to a new environment, Hana takes a little longer than most people in general.
Of the many people, Hana only knows two names, Aji and Inung. Aji who he knew through his confusion when MOS, while Hana knew Inung because of one group during MOS, happened to be Inung who became its chairman.
"Hana, have you got a bench?" Ask Inung.
"Not yet."
"Just like me?"
Hana nodded her head.
"Fin' there." Inung pointed at the table in the front row, two rows from the left.
"Why in front?" Hana has a little objection.
"My eyes are a bit minus. If it is not visible behind the writing. What's behind him one? It's still empty."
"Oh, it's okay up front, okay."
"You sure?"
Hana moved her bag towards the table in question, "yes, seriously."
Shortly after from the entrance was an adult man around the thirties who was carrying a book covered in mica, and a marker board marker with two different colors.
The whole class became quiet.
"Good morning, kids!" Greet that man.
"After, Sir!" Answer the students simultaneously.
"Include my name Agung Permana, I will be your homeroom teacher in these 10 IPAs, also teach Biology subjects. Can you introduce yourself one by one?"
A total of 40 students introduced themselves from the front to the back without exception. Indigenous at Garuda Bangsa High School, every new student is asked to get acquainted in the same way by every first-time subject teacher. This is so that they get to know each other quickly.
"Connecting with the first entry, how about we determine the class leader first?"
"Agreed, Sir!" A male student at the very end of the line.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"Aji, Sir. Yunanda Faithful."
Mr. Agung opened the lid of the black marker board marker that has been in his hands since, writing the word 'CAPITAL CLASS' on a white board measuring 120×240.
Under this writing, Mr. Agung wrote the number one and spiked a point behind it, then continued to write Aji's name after the number.
"Well, what am I, sir? I don't want to."
"You're still a candidate, which means there's still another candidate." Mr. Agung smiled warmly, "there is another proposal who wants to be made the candidate for class president?"
The entire student fell silent and threw one another a glance.
"If there are no more, Aji will be the only candidate for class president here."
"Ruri, Sir!" Sergap Aji suddenly, he did not willing himself to become the class leader by force.
"Where is the queen? Try raising your hand."
"OKAY. Two more guys, this time a girl."
"Hana, Sir!" Excited Inung who was in the front row, and sat right next to Hana.
"Huh?" Hana was shocked when her name was suddenly mentioned.
"Yes sir, Hana!" Connect Aji.
"Well, this Hana hasn't been anything that's been supported by a lot?" Tempta Mr. Great.
"I'm asking for one more name!"
There's no answer.
"Yes, if no one answers, I choose random from absenteeism." Mr. Agung choose the name that will be used as a candidate with a sequence number of four. "Nawa Ainun."
The dog raised his hand. "Call me Inung, sir."
"All right, Inung." Mr. Agung took a few small pieces of paper on his desk, "I will distribute the paper, later you write the name of the candidate there. Aji, help me hand out this paper, son!"
"Good, sir." From his desk at the back end, Aji walked up to pick up the paper that Mr. Agung meant, then split it into the rest of the class.
The students wrote down the names of their respective heroes. The Great Sir looked at them closely, he saw the only disciples who still looked innocent.
"It's over, kids?" Ask the Great Sir.
"Already, Sir!"
"Now Ruri is trying to collect the paper. Then Aji, Hana, and Inung, please line up in front."
The disciple with the name that Mr. Agung mentioned immediately came forward, lined up facing the other disciple's seat. Pak Agung invited the students to count the votes of the four candidates.
"Ruri, Aji, Hana, Inung." Mr. Agung mentioned the name of the highest vote to the lowest vote.
Because Ruri obtained the highest vote, she automatically became the chairperson of the 10th class of IPA, and Aji who occupied the second position became his representative. Hana is chosen to be the secretary, while Inung becomes the class treasurer. This is where the four of them begin their closeness.
"Who did you choose?" Inung asked whispered as he sat back in his chair.
"Rome." Answer Hana.
"Why?"
"Look at his son."
"It's not that the class president should be Aji's rich installments huh?"
"Instalment? You mean active?"
"Kalo Aji mah, said to be active is not enough, I guess."
"Who did you choose?"
"Choose you." Inung.
"Ih, you are a prick! I don't want to be anything, uh even asked to be a secretary."
"Udah, it's okay, Han. Just try it first."
"The problem is I used to be a secretary for three years in Junior High, so I'm bored and don't want to be anything."
"Oh, that's it. Good dong in fact, you're not confused about your job anymore."
The many remaining lesson hours were immediately used by Mr. Agung to fill in Biology material, Mr. Agung was a meticulous teacher and did not like to waste time, his war was so soft and firm at the same time. Because of his humble nature, Pak Agung became quickly familiar with his students in class. Not only female disciples, Great Sir is also good at taking the hearts of male disciples.
Forty minutes passed, Pak Agung's lesson hours were up.
"Is there anything you want to ask?" Mr. Agung circulated his gaze throughout the entire class.
"No, Sir."
Feeling that there was nothing to talk about anymore, the Great Sir closed their meeting that day. "If there is none, today's material I will suffice. Oh yes, after this the class president came with me to the office, the teacher who is in charge of the next subject will be late."
Ruri followed behind Mr. Agung, and by the time Ruri returned to the classroom, she had already brought the book that would be studied after, she had already brought, the book is almost as thick as the book that Mr. Agung brought a moment ago.
Ruri walked over to Hana's desk, putting the book with the longest Maths on the cover.
"You're the secretary, right? Asked to write this first on the board, so that later the teacher has come, he just stay clear."
Alternately, Hana glanced at Ruri, then moved to the book perched on her desk, then she responded to the command of the class leader.
Without lingering, Hana moved her seat towards the blackboard. Because he was used to being a class secretary, he immediately understood what he would write. Some of the material in the book has been marked, that's what Hana will write.
Hana slowly began to write the material, word by word, formula by formula not missed a single one. Hana's handwriting is as neat as a computer print, even more neat when she writes in her own book.
The reason why his writing was so neat was one of his Junior High teachers, the teacher once told his students in class, "so that person should be beautiful, should be handsome. If you can not, at least your writing must be made neat and as neat as possible. So there's something to be proud of."
Hana is not so sure it is a motivational sentence or just a joke, according to Hana everything sounds the same. I don't know why his heart hurt so much to hear that, even though he knew the sentence was intended not only for him. At that time Hana was in puberty, her originally smooth face slowly appeared acne, her skin became more dull and dark than before. A sense of insecure filled him at that time.
Already various ways Hana did to improve the appearance, but the results still did not change much. He felt desperate, and since then he began to improve his handwriting to 'makep' as his Junior High teacher said.
A while later, the blackboard was already filled with Hana's writing. He closed the marker and placed it at the end of the board, then Hana put the book containing the material on the teacher's desk. He returned to his seat.
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