I Am Feeling Blue's
Squad Leader
The thing that most concerns students when first entering a new class is the grabbing of the bench. Even though they are already in High School, the superior school as well, still his behavior for this one is not much different from students in general.
As soon as they disperse from the field, they immediately scatter towards the class. Preempting each other, pushing each other, holding each other at the door, there is even a tug of clothes when the desired bench is occupied by his friend first.
"Slow...!" shouted Feby, one of the companions who had already been inside. He who was preparing for a sudden absence was shocked because of an attack by troops who preceded each other to choose his seat.
"Liet, the Netherlands is still far away" he shouted.
"Quiet, calm..the number of tables and chairs in this class are all 25. All in part," he shouted again while shaking his head. This time he was able to control the situation. He stood up while choking, staring in wonder at the behavior of his underclassman this time.
"Old song, so dinget a year ago," he said in his heart. He smiled because he had done something similar with his friends at that time.
Not only in the tenth grade, now he was still doing the same thing. Dateng earlier than others in order to choose the desired seat.
Bella who was still standing at the side of the door did not dare to move. He was still observing his friends who were busy moving from one chair to another. Not because he did not want to join the seating contest like the others, but he knew enough himself. For this kind of business he never got lucky. So he just resigned to sit on a bench that was not chosen by anyone.
After a few moments of new looks, the only bench that has not been filled is the front bench, the bench that is directly opposite the teacher's table. Inevitably, Bella stepped towards the chair.
"I guessed it, it must be sitting in this position again," Bella said in her heart as she stepped towards the spot.
Had not had time to throw his ass, the bench he would sit on had been moved by someone from the left side.
"I'm the only one here, sorry" without asking for permission Fadlan was already sitting on the bench that Bella would occupy.
"Well, there's a boy sitting in front. In front of the teacher's desk again," thought Bella full of question marks.
Bella looked at Fadlan to reassure her choice because she had seen the man sitting comfortably in front of Braga.
"Cock?" bella said restrained. As he wished to continue his astonishment, Fadlan had already given a reason why he had moved into his place.
"The club changed its mind. Males Deket is the same as him," said Fadlan without seeing Bella's expression. He seemed to know what the girl was thinking.
Fadlan was forced to lie, actually not the desire to move to the front bench. He had chosen the most comfortable place as his seat. Right corner next to the window. But on Braga's orders, he was asked to move forcibly. His position was already tagged by Braga, as Bella's seat.
"Move, this is for Bella. Please, yeah. You're the one in front," pinta Braga half forced.
Fadlan actually does not like the behavior of Braga who play orders to him. But he fusses over trivial things like this. For that, without wanting to argue Braga, he immediately got up again and moved to the front seat.
Braga smiled faintly. Bella's been swapping seats with Fadlan. That way he can communicate with this woman.
"Angel my protector" said Braga so softly when Bella was sitting sweetly in front of him. So shrewd. Hardly heard by anyone. But the voice was heard by Bella even though it was not so clear.
"Thank you, yeah!" braga's smile towards Fadlan who still looks dislike him.
Feeling privileged like that, Bella's heart becomes unheard of. He did not have the courage to look back. There was nothing he could do but blush and bow his head. He was embarrassed if both of his cheeks that I might be blushing were seen by people around him.
He felt that he had an unexpected blessing to sit near Braga. Although he is not sure of his feelings, he is certainly very happy to be in the position he is in now. Sitting in front of Braga and it was on the will of the man who had unceasingly released a smile towards her ever since they met for the first time.
"We need to choose one person as the squad leader. The head of this team will be in charge of leading the IPA 1 class during the orientation period. I hope the one with the talent to lead the hand?" Seru kak Rafa, one of the two tasks of OSIS who accompanied the class.
No one answered, even some students looked at each other.
"Come on dong, hands up! That's okay, Sportive. It doesn't have to be chosen. We need a brave man here. I'm sure you all have the ability to do that,"
Just keep quiet. No one wants to show their potential as a leader. Either out of shame or because they don't have the courage to point at themselves.
"Come, who's willing. Show me if you can!" challenge again.
Ah, I don't know what made them stay silent. No one wants to raise their hand, neither Braga, Fadlan, Shira, Bella, nor anything else.
"Braga! I think you can, uh" shoot Feby at once. He was forced to hit Braga because he was desperate. Several times he gave a challenge, no one wanted to answer.
"Yes Braga," cried his classmates.
"Braga, ok," said the others.
"OKAY. Without another election. We assign Braga as the head of the squad," exclaimed Rafa with applause and followed by the members of the class.
"Because we already have a team leader, we will then carry out the MPLS schedule as announced on the ground,"
Rafa and Feby immediately coordinate with Braga for the follow-up. After giving some important notes, the two escorts left the class, it was time for children to get MPLS material from teachers and experts in their fields brought in by the school.
After that, like a class, Braga is in charge of leading prayers, giving reports, putting together a discussion group at the beginning of the material or at the end of the meeting.
In addition, he also led friends to make class yells that will be displayed at the closing of MPLS on the sidelines of activities. The task of the chairman is quite heavy, but not a difficult matter for Braga. This business has become the daily food of Braga since he was in Junior High School. One year as the secretary of OSIS and became the chairman of OSIS in the following year has made Braga quite skilled in handling the organization. The results of its work can make its class superior to other class performance.
"We are not wrong to choose, Braga is indeed the right person to be the leader of the squad," praised Rafa and Feby who always amazed at the work of his underclassmen.
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