I Am Feeling Blue's
Day 3's
The body is cramped, pegel-pegel, and not excited.
Still with the face of his pillow, all the students had gathered in the field again. Day 3 MPLS, the last day for introductions.
In the morning, Braga was out in full clothes. Black training combined with white-flagged t-shirts. This time he came out early not for a morning run like two days already, which he did with Bella, Sella, and others.
He intends to meet Adelia, before his upperclassman is busy with his duties as the highest command in this activity.
"Sister, sorry to interrupt. Permission to have a minute,"
" Yes, what's up Braga?" As chairman of OSIS he is quite familiar with this class adek. In addition to being the head of the squad, he also knew from the board of teachers if this handsome guy was the son of the number one person in kodya, where he lived.
"I want to report the condition of the class. Yesterday after the morning run, one of the class members had a seizure in his calf. My friends and I have permission to report this so that he can rest again. But the boy refused. He did not want to miss the MPLS material, so I came here to ask permission from the chairman, could not if he did not take part in the morning run but still follow other activities,"
"Oh, in whose name?"
"Bella Partition, sister,"
"Anyways, the reason is acceptable. Should have reported yesterday. our UKS also served during MPLS, yes to anticipate if there is something like this,"
"It should be like that, it's just his son who forced himself. But it's been given action by classmates. Although it's better, but it's good if you don't go for a morning run first,"
"Yes, Braga. Doesn't matter. I will make a special note on the report if he is injured in the leg. Its, okay. Thanks for the information,"
"Yes, brother, thank you. And please keep it a secret if I'm the one who conveys this. His son wanted him to be treated like a healthy person, but we as his friends were afraid that if forced would be even more hurt. I've experienced something like that, it took me a few days to recover,"
"Ok, it can be set,"
"Thank you brother,"
"OKs. Same with Braga,"
When the children warm up by running around the field, Bella was asked to the UKS room by the head of OSIS.
"Why are your legs, why walk with tiptoes like that," asked Adelia as soon as she saw Bella heading for the line.
"Yesterday suddenly cramps abis run,"
"Why not report?"
"I think it's getting better soon" Bella said, lowering her head.
"This morning, don't run. Take a break in the UKS,"
"Good, Brother. Thanks,"
"Have you got first aid?" ask Adelia again.
"Already in pijit kemaren trus use foam rolling as well,"
"Oh, is it okay?"
"Yes, that's pretty good. It wasn't as painful as yesterday,"
"Yes, already. Just rest,"
"Well, thank you," Bella turned her back, heading for the UKS space just south of the field.
After the third day, God turned out to be very php. The route is still like two days ago. It turns out that now they have to go out of school and run in the morning to make up the road around the school complex which covers almost 2 hectares. Even though it is only one round, it is enough to make the sweat pour.
"Hoam, Bella won a lot. When he rests, our burden is added. Hik..hik.
"His feet haven't healed?" ask Shira.
"Looks like. Earlier, the cave saw him when he headed for the line, the road was still that tipjit. That's why I stopped Adelia and told her to rest,"
"Kasian, you have no injuries," human Shira again.
"Yes. Aamiin, sir,"
"Now our burden is getting heavier, no one may faint" Shira said
"Ha.ha. We've trained our feet for two days. The calf is like a football star" said Dara.
"Ha. ha. Looks like something's changed. Our calves are getting tighter" said Witri.
They continued their run with irregular frequencies. Sometimes racing quickly, sometimes stumbling to hold the breath that has been at the end of the neck.
Almost forty minutes, those who ran around the school area had appeared one by one. Special treatment happened this time.
After the warm-up that they should continue to the following activities, now they gather in the middle of the field, sitting on the ground while stretching their legs.
One box of milk and green bean porridge packed in one-time use glass divided evenly. They enjoyed the breakfast menu.
"Nyamiiiiii..," their cheers and applause as soon as they got the rations. Exactly like refugees who have not been fed for a week.
"Ra, Shira," call Fadlan slowly.
"That's not to drink for me," Fadlan's eyes were fixed on the milk of Shira's box left lying.
"Take it if you want?"
"Don't like milk?" ask Fadlan again.
"Ga likes the white ones. Eneg,"
"Good, cave catet nih, tomorrow-tomorrow if there are rations again inget cave ya. Ready to accommodate," said Fadlan without shame.
"Basic, Lo...,"
"Cut, don't go ahead" Fadlan cut off hurriedly before Shira continued her words.
Dapet one from Shira, now Fadlan spread his gaze times. This time it was Roy.
"Roy," said Fadlan as he played his eyebrows and glanced at the milk box in front of Roy.
"Ogah, the cave is also willing," he hurriedly put the milk in his pants pocket.
Fadlan was not desperate, he was sure of all his friends this must not all doyan milk. For that need an initial survey to fill the hull of his food later in the day.
The guess is right, from his own class, Fadlan can pocket 7 boxes of milk. He remembers well the names of his friends to facilitate his business in the future.
"Basic padlocks. Eat only thought," exclaimed Braga inwardly looking at Fadlan who was so busy asking for every milk belonging to his friend who was lying.
******
At 07. 30 all were reassembled in the auditorium. His schedule was the exposure of the head of the library.
Abis run, continue eating of course makes the eyes so sleepy. Moreover, looking at slides that hundreds of numbers read one by one.
"Duh gusti, can't be dipped a little. Love the pictures - images that can make the eyes so seger that," complained one of the students who could not resist being closed.
"I'm sorry sir, your style is so boring" another complained.
It is also a pity to see the father who can only communicate one way. Either he is aware or indeed pretends not to know if in fact the children are starting to fidget. They choose to find their own activities.
Some make quotes, write poems, draw cartoon characters, even paint the father who is talking with funny expressions.
In the question and answer session, none of the students sat sweet as if listening to a slide show that was more like the novel script was asking.
Many times the father repeated the question
"Come who wants to ask, I give you a chance to ask three questions in the first session?"
Long enough the atmosphere of the room was silent. Each other spread their eyes to find out who is ready to show hands.
Because three times the father gave the opportunity and no one heeded, he casually thrust a mic on one of the children who look dumb without thinking who.
"Thank you brother, Ridwan. Please what do you want to ask?" todongnya subtly while spelling the name written in the nametag the child
"The feeling of the child did not raise his hand, why is it directly sodorin mic? Duh.lawak also nih the father," said Braga who felt funny. He wanted to laugh but the atmosphere of the room was quite serious. Seriously, he means. The.he......
Long awaited, Ridwan did not ask a single question. Suddenly the father pointed the mic to his mouth again, casually he asked Ridwan
"What explanation can I understand?"
"alright. If we understand we go back to the others. Is there anything to ask again?" Relaxed words.
Original, it feels like everyone there wants to laugh at the actions of the father who is so shy, or it could be frustrating because no one wants to listen and respond to the slide that has been shown following the bonus, he said, read until it is finished.
After walking a few steps from one line to another, he muttered to himself.
"again?"
"Unfortunately, our time is very limited. If there are still people who do not understand you can visit the library. We provide services from 08.00 to 16.00 WIB,"
"Hadeh..feelings from earlier nothing nanya hahaha" muttered Fadlan who consciously followed the behavior of the father despite his skillful hands produce a beautiful painting.
"Ha.ha." As soon as Fadlan's voice broke. He couldn't stop himself from laughing.
The light of his behavior invites others to do the same.
"Such a mockery of the child's behavior, don't see how the father is treated so," Shira grumbled.
As if nothing had happened, the father went up again to the podiuum. He closed the conversation and did not forget to say a lot of thanks for the children's appreciation of the appearance.
"I'm sorry, sir. There is no intention to defend father. Really," Bella could only look pity at the teary-eyed man, who was still passionately giving material despite no one responding.
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