I Am Feeling Blue's
Room 301
This magnificent 5-story building is better known for its dormitory than its other functions although not all the spaces in the building are reserved for student residences.
The ground floor of the right side of the building is intended for public kitchens and dining rooms with a capacity of 500 people. All children get free food and drink and should not be taken to the room. For that provided a spacious hall more resembling a restaurant as a place for students to enjoy their food.
The left side is intended as a cooperative or economic workshop for IPS class children. Management in cooperatives that are more suitable is referred to as minimarket is taken care of entirely by children of economic class. Likewise with HR that is used there. No wonder if every day there are children who get picket duties as cashier officers, services, and stokes. Operational hours of this cooperative from six in the morning to nine in the evening, three shifts.
They carry out their duties under the guidance and supervision of teachers who are assigned as the head of the economic workshop. The shopping center is also equipped with ATM machines and rental and photocopying services. Everything that supports the needs of children is available here.
The second floor is functioned for library, IPA laboratory, auditorium, student organization room such as OSIS room, Scout, P3k, BP service etc.
The 3rd, 4th, and 5th floors are designated as a place of rest or dormitory. The arrangement of the levels. 3 Floor for 10th grade, 4th floor for 11th grade and 5th floor for 12th grade.
To be more orderly, avoid things that are not desirable and limit the privacy of children, provided stairs on the right, left, and center of the building.
The right side staircase for male student traffic goes to his room, the left staircase for female students, and the middle staircase is just for mobility towards the room on the 2nd floor.
**dormitory Illustration**
Braga is already in the room that will be occupied for the next three years, namely the room with the door number 301b. The room measuring 3x4 M 2 was equipped with a 3rd level bed of wood material and mattresses, bookshelves as well as clothing, and other equipment, such as study tables, chairs, etc.
The space reserved for 3 to 4 students is also equipped with a bathroom and air conditioning. Facilities that can be said to be luxurious are free of charge, free of charge. All borne by the government as a means and infrastructure to support education.
The mother who first entered the room put a bag containing her son's belongings on the tile, in the middle of the room. He spread his gaze across the entire corner of the room. Occasionally his clean white finger he rubbed on top of something nearby.
"Clean clean, dust free," mumbling.
Then he stepped into the bathroom, checking the cleanliness of the room. His expression shuddered slightly, but he did not make any comment. Mama immediately closed the door and returned to the side of the bed.
"Nothing's left, is it?" mama asked Braga who was checking her wardrobe.
"Already," said Braga briefly.
"The clothes are small, can't hang clothes. Mama's gonna bring you an iron hanging rack so you can hang your clothes,"
"Whatever, mama. Can I add stuff? Will it make others uncomfortable?"
"Look on, Mama's gonna take care of it,"
As they were talking, there was the sound of people greeting. Braga and Mama immediately turned their eyes towards the door.
"Waalaikum salam" they said almost simultaneously.
Standing in front of the door with a fluffy smile, a tall man with a slightly fertile body. His right hand still holds a suitcase with LV motifs and a backpack that is still wrapped around his left shoulder.
"Excuse me, Mum. I inhabit this room," he exclaimed still with a smile and his friendly voice.
"Oh, please. Means you're one room with my son" said Mama.
"I'm Fadlan, Mom," the man introduced himself. He extended his hand towards Mama, then turned towards Braga.
"Braga, we're a class too, right?" braga said as he shook the man's hand.
"Yes, I'm in IPA class 1" Fadlan said.
"How many people are in this room, huh?" ask Mama to Fadlan.
"If I see in the room division list there are 3 Aunts. Maybe another OTW," replied Fadlan.
"Oh," Mama nodded her head while looking at the bed in front of her.
"I'm up to you, Auntie. Where can I,"
Braga glanced at his mother. He began to dislike the attitude of the woman who began to organize. If left unchecked, this space can be controlled on its own will.
"Sports can be below or in the middle. No problem, Ma"
"Don't talk about it again. Fadlan agreed. Only he made a deal with the other friend," mama hurriedly cut off Braga's words.
Long enough Mama Braga was in the room, she helped her son clean up until all the items he brought were neatly arranged in place. While Braga and Mama are in order, Fadlan is also doing the same. But he did it alone.
"You're alone" Mama asked Fadlan because she had not seen a single family that had come along.
"Yes, Aunt. My aunt and uncle are still working. The night they just got here. My house is out,"
"Where do you live?" ask Mama Braga again.
"At the front beacukai complex there, Auntie,"
"Oh, did your parents work at the Beacukai?"
"No. I live with my aunt and aunt. If my parents were out of the area,"
Mama Braga nodded her head sign already understood the condition of her son's roommate. He did not continue his question until he finished his work.
After everything was neat and it seemed like the guardian of the students who delivered their children was also deserted, Mama Braga finally decided to return home. Not to forget, before leaving the room thousands of messages he delivered to Fadlan and Braga. Braga could only endure the shame of seeing her super protective mother's behavior.
"Udah, Mom. He said he wanted to have Arisan. Later Mama is late, you know," said Braga trying to remember her mother so that her friend immediately free from her mother's banquet.
Braga finally clutching his name hand to rush out of the room, he was worried that the friend he had not known closely was disturbed by the wobble-wejangan the mother.
Braga drove her mother to the parking lot because she had forgotten to bring the pillow that mom had prepared for her. Along the way, he still reminded of things that his son had actually understood.
"Inget yes, the pillow should not be dipake your friend. Mama deliberately chose the top mattress so that your two friends do not carelessly sleep on your mattress,"
"Yes, ma. Mama repeated this talk many times. Braga can remember it very well" said Braga holding a smile.
He immediately closed the door of his mother's car, so that she would leave immediately. Her ears felt so pengangang hear the suggestions that never finished and already like a tape recording played repeatedly.
Braga kissed her mother's hand before she closed the windshield and immediately waved her hand as the car her mother was driving in moved away from the parking lot.
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