HE'S MY CLASSMATE
This Morning Drama
In a house that is quite beautiful and comfortable began this story with all the details of the drama about the life of every human who is destined to live in one roof with family bandrol. Four humans live together in this one house with a color of silliness and laughter , but this is a happy family with all the complexity of its residents who are already mature in age without having to see their respective behavior. Hopefully the reader understands what I mean by the above-level explanation.
" Astagfirullah..jam 06.10", I was surprised to see the wall clock in my room all adorned with cute-faced yellow pandas with their red shirts which I thought were very harmonious. Well, Winnie the Pooh, without warming up again I immediately invited my body to move quickly to the bathroom. I have to be ready soon if I don't want to have to go back today to respect the flags without friends. Fortunately last night I was being protected by a good angel so that all my needs from clothes, hats, ties to books I have prepared everything. Try if the prank demon who accompanied you last night will be all messed up because of course I will be busy relaxing without having to think about my needs this morning.
"Morning all my beloved.".", so I said to all my family members who were ready all at the dinner table. " Oh, I am so late to wake up" I said as I immediately took a seat by my papa. This morning, as usual with the drama that was already standard happened in the morning when we were going to school.
" Wooooooi hunuan kak, aq there is a task that has not been done yet", shouted Irfan, my sister who is quite annoying.
"The task is so that it is done not just you see the deck, do you think that the task is your ex?.....which can only be considered aja", I said I tried to raise the war flag in a quiet and comfortable morning.
And finally a piece of fresh bread fared less fortunate because it landed on the floor runway that had previously stopped by my cheek. The ending I had expected, the battalion commander who was prepared with punishment had already made my ears and Irfan a victim of his power. Yes that's Beby Larisa. A woman with the name of a baby when not he..he...he...he.
Unfortunately the commander of the battalion was a very very dear person I and Irfan because of his cruel cruelty, Irfan and I still ask him for pocket money every day while kissing the back of his hand accompanied by the word "Mom, I'm leaving first yeah". Yes, you are right Beby Larisa is our mommy. My father as usual just smiled while busy looking for HP who had gone somewhere he put it. I'm not surprised anymore because HP papa drama that likes to play hide and seek it has happened every day.
" Paaaaaah, this is what HP is in the bathroom, papa was washed out HP had forgotten not lifted yes", cried my mommy with a very useless explanation. My father immediately tepok jidat because after this there must be a speech from the drama queen who found her HP.
"Well, Sandra's leaving first huh", I say hello to this man who already has my first love as I kissed both cheeks and wished there was extra pocket money this morning for me. And it's true too, papa's already taken the wallet out of the back pocket of his pants.
How not did my once happy heart break when I saw my papa wallet coming out of his garage and now feel crashing on the ground leaving a disappointment that I can no longer express. Ir. Robby Wira Prasetya, that's the name of the greatest man in my life and also my guardian angel all along, my papa.
Wuiiiiih Thor feelings that drama queen is your mother why now so you become princess of drama also yes. Gua thinks you're like you've got some drip talent from your mom.
Alleysandra Neyra Putri Prasetya is my name and Sandra is my nickname. I have a younger brother, his name is Allexandro Irfan Putra Prasetya and he is commonly called Irfan. My mother is an ordinary housewife with the rank of official wife who also has activities that are not less exciting than my papa. Though according to me who is my papa official why my mother also has a density agenda that is not inferior to my papa. My family is a well-off family even though we don't overdo it either. At least my parents did not have to bother to meet the needs of their children. My father was a civil servant with a decent job. You could say my father is an official with a position that makes me calm to ask for an Avanza car when he graduates High School later. Well if this is just my delusion that I hope to be true ..he.he. Car problems how will I whine while crabbing or if I need to cry kejer on my papa ..wkwkkwkwk.
The morning drama at home is over and I have also stepped my feet to immediately go to school.
"For Non, the motorbike was already heated and gasoline was safe Non, anyway ready to stay use only" obviously Mr. Tomo is my papa driver who has a fierce face with a thick mustache but his heart is really like an angel without wings. " Thank you, Mr. Tono is indeed the best" I replied while showing off my horse's whin. I saw the smile of happiness from Mr. Tono who hopefully it is sincere for me not because of coercion because I am the son of a state official. That was the word in the opening earlier yes ..remember ..I played as the son of the official yaaaaaa........
Actually in my heart I feel without the presence of Mr. Tono what is my day, I imagine how difficult my life is if this bike I have to take care of before I go to school. At a time when my turmoil that can never wake up in the morning, I can imagine how much I will be protested by my limbs. Can U Imagine?......oh nooooooo........ It was clear how much fun my life was because everything could be so easily obtained.
I immediately left for school on my motorcycle because the clock was already showing at 06. 45. I only have 15 minutes to get to school immediately while the punishment looms over me and the omnipresent teacher is ready to pounce on anyone who reaches the school fence after the bell rings.
