
"Balloons... Balooons"
"The baloon"
"Present"
"Hahaha rich in absent aja mang"
"Is it okay neng hehe, balloon neng?"
"Not a mang, man"
"OKs. Want a human to buy a balloon?"
"Well, hahaha yes one mang"
"Ashiaaaaaaap"
Hi, please introduce my name Cikal. Ashilla Cikal Maheswari's. I bought a balloon because today was my first MOPD day and I had to carry a balloon. MOPD (Student Orientation Period). I entered one of the Private Vocational High Schools in Bandung City. Why private? Because I want to study abroad (private) HAHA.
"Thank you mang"
"Yoi neng, the same"
I continued my journey to school. I bought a balloon on the side of the road. Because in the middle of the road, afraid of being hit.
Arrive at school. Wih. Lots of people, but strangers. It is the name of the first day of school. Huft.. And I wish there was a handsome guy who didn't accidentally hit me, kept calling, yuhuuuuu...
"Tests.tes.. Attention to all MOPD participants is expected to gather in the field according to their respective groups".
Group 12. Yeah, I'm group 12 and I'm looking for group 12.
"Group 8"
"Gugus 3" Shouted OSIS' sister who built her respective groups.
Yaps, that's group 12. I walked halfway up to the line of prospective friends in group 12.
Sampe in the line
I just stood up, though,
quiet, man,
without a word,
right lyrics, right,
left lyrics, left,
see front,
look behind, man,
Anjir no one knows!
The first day of MOPD, I went through with one-on-one introductions to the front per group, haha hehe himself with building materials because no one was chatting, let alone invite acquaintances of private lines. M E M B O S A N K A N. Fix it! I got the wrong school.