Kara's Girl

CHAPTRE 28

Exactly at 9.30 am, all students of SMK Saraswati gathered in the field. They will eat together with the food they make themselves.

Each class distributes their food to another class, so they can both taste the cuisine of the other class. In addition, they can learn to share with each other and also not selfish let alone stingy.

"Where is this sitting? Very narrow place," said Riski to his friends.

Each class divides itself into two groups, namely the male and female groups. This is to make it easier for them to take food while they are eating.

Seen trays made of iron are full of rice, Love and his friends sit in a circle with the tray position in the middle. They added side dishes to the rice served by the tray.

"Yuhh! Gini rame-rame meal with one container anyway, later if your hands are full of bacteria how?" chirps Cantika who is not used to eating together like this.

Eating together like this is called 'Megibung' which is one of the Balinese traditions.

"Don't be a clean ass, if you don't want to eat with us, you don't have to eat" Erna said.

"But I'm hungry" Cantika complained.

"No, let's not say much, we're all here to wash our hands!" erna said with a slightly high tone.

"After that, we want to eat anyway even quarrel. It's not good we make a fuss in front of the food," said Love broke the commotion.

Erna and Cantika fell silent, no longer daring to deny or continue their quarrel.

The usually quiet field is now very crowded because the school held a cooking and eating competition together. This is quite fair, because in addition to participating in the cooking competition the students can also fill their stomachs with various dishes. So, not only jurors who have a full stomach but who cook also part.

As people say, the stomach is full.

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After the meal together (Megibung) is finished, it will be continued for the next race, which is a poetry reading competition.

Erna who was the representative of the Love class immediately prepared to change her clothes which had been sports clothes now became white ash. A little complicated but the terms of the race must be followed.

"I can't wait to watch Erna's performance reading poetry" said Cinta when Erna had finished changing her clothes on the toilet.

"Other times" said Erna.

"By the way, I tipped the bag yes," said Erna to Love.

"Safe!" sahut while fusing the index finger with his thumb to form like the letter O.

A few minutes later, an announcement ordered that students attending a poetry contest gather in XI J class.

When Erna went to the class, she walked nervously. His heart was very pounding following this race, although he had many times participated in the poetry race but of course above the sky there was still the sky.

"Everything's gathered?" ask a teacher who will be a judge in the poetry contest this time.

"Already Sir!" participate in a poetry contest simultaneously.

"Then you can get ready because the race will be held soon. You can sit at the table to wait for the call, yes" said Mr. Teacher.

Erna and the other participants sat in the chairs in the class. Erna unintentionally turned her gaze towards the window and she was surprised by the crowd of students watching. Even though it looks just his head, but it really adds to Erna's anxiety.

Erna took a deep breath and threw it away through the mouth she opened slightly. That way the worry and geroginya fade away.

The race was started, one by one the participants were called forward to show their appearance to the jury.

Erna who was the last participant advanced with a relaxed walk. He had managed to dispel that worry.

"Include my name Erna, representative of the XI C class. Today I'm going to bring you a poem called "True Friends".

Erna began to bring her poetry, she really enjoyed every word of the poem she made herself. Because of his good fantasies, everyone who was watching including the jury was like getting into the poem.

"Thank you" said Erna, bowing her body, and Erna returned to her desk.

"Erna, this poem you made yourself?" ask one of the judges.

"Yes Sir!" sahut Erna's.

The teacher who became the jury just nodded without showing any expression. This made Erna think badly of her own poetry.

'What poetry do I make ugly?' thought Erna.

The race is over, the assessment results will be given when all the race ends. The winner of the entire race was also announced.

"What a great poem Erna!" praise Love with sparkling eyes.

Love is very impressed with Erna who can bring poetry very well.

"Then anyway? But why was one of those teachers?" ask him who is less confident.

"How's it?" Love asked back.

"Lo didn't hear? She's just my own poem, what?" Erna asked the question posed by the teacher.

"Perhaps because it's too good that he asked like that, besides you also did not say who the creator was, right?" the word Love tries to make Erna think positive.

"It could be yes" Erna said.

"We're going to yuk's class!" bring Love.

"Yuk!"

They both went to his class, when he arrived there Erna was greeted with various compliments from his friends.

"Lo's poetry is very good Erna, thank you for representing our class. Honestly, the poem that you bring is very good, you can live the contents super cool in my opinion," said Riana as the class leader.

"Yes Erna, how the hell can you be so smart as to live the content of his poem?" ask the others.

"Thank you for Riana's praise, and for the way I myself also do not know for sure the point must be diligent learning certainly can," said Erna.

"But thank you so much to all of you who have watched, at least I feel appreciated by you," said Erna.

"That's so proud!" sindir Cantika who deliberately said like that when passing in front of Erna.

"What did you say?" erna asked while pulling Cantika's hair in the braid one.

"Araghh! Sick knows!" cantika shouted while enduring the pain.

"It hurts?" Erna was getting stronger pulling Cantika's hair so as to make the woman grimace in pain.

"Please b*ngs@t," Cantika said.

"Gak ah, I don't want to let go before you apologize to me," said Erna.

"Gue is not wrong, why do I apologize" said Cantika who did not want to lose.

"Judah I will not be separated," said Erna relaxed while continuing to pull the hair belonging to Cantika.

Until Andika entered the class, that is where Cantika issued her talent to become a professional artist.

"It hurts Erna, I'm sorry even though I don't know what my fault is," said Cantika.