Lala The Dancer

Financial

'La, what else?' Farel's message when I finish my mask dance class.

'Again, change clothes. Continue to take theory classes.' I replied.

'Whose name?' ask again.

'Just like a classmate, cook with you.' I slipped the emotion of laughing in a row.

'I can't be the same guy I'm jealous!!!'

I just laughed in response. I didn't get the message. He did turn jealous this late.

Go to the bathroom, change politely. We are allowed to wear t-shirts while dancing, but for theory classes we have to wear polite clothes. Be this bag there must be a change of clothes. There are two classes of theory and practice in a day. Not yet if the practice must use a pull, sampur, and stagen. That's the contents of the student bag of the other dance majors than others hihihi.

Finished my theory class to the parking lot that became one with the karawitan department. Today I hung myself. Nita's been out of nowhere since yesterday with her boyfriend who's paying for college. Lola gets in the wind. This morning was already gedor gedor room ask for scrapings.

"Mr eee ..... Your name is Lala, right?" ask a guy in the parking lot. I just smile in response. That gondrong guy came to me.

"I am Riko Mbak from karawitan department," he said, extending a hand. I'm not feeling good. I received his hand.

"Lala," I said briefly.

"Yes I know, Vanila Jean Aliee is a dance boy from Solo. The birth of Solo, the 24th of January xxxx year," he said mentioning my data in full. Hummmm means caper apparently.

"Woooow is great, know where?" tanyaku relax.

"I'm the BEM chairman. I watched you from the beginning. Ye... Interesting," he explained while intensely staring at me. His gondrong hair fluttered in the afternoon breeze. I smile.

"Thank you for the attention. I'm thrilled. Next, do not pay attention anymore. I'm not lacking attention" I said, throwing a smile. He was dumbstruck for a moment, but managed to master face mimic again. I tethered the gas passed.

I came home riding my red vespa. Nita's in front of her boarding house.

"Home home?" ask me while taking off my shoes.

"From this morning it was 10, but the males did not," said Nita.

"Why?" ask again.

"Again males, all night worked much the same Romi." Nita said without aling aling (without using sensors). I just scratch the head that does not itch while grinning.

"Get down, rich campus work Nit," I said. She laughs.

"Enak La is rich. Hasn't it been like that?" ask Nita again. I bengong. Nita looked at my expression for a moment.

"Enak you know La. What else if we lick it. Hummmm make the brake sticky. I can't stand it for long if the heating is so rich" explained Nita again. I'm not so nervous because of Nita. He knows my expressive changes. Add his mouth.

"Don't try La? In jilatin aja first... or have you ever tried?" tanya Nita looks like a detective.

"You know what." I said as I ran into the room. He who talks about me is ashamed. That's the Nita's jerky.

"I'm sure it hasn't been Laa.. You're an innocent rich country girl!!" nita shouted from outside the room. Still her effort. I change clothes, and sleep.

I left the room when it was night. Complete cost dwellers huddle in the yard. Except two music majors. It's a thesis, so they're busy. I brought the setoples of tempe chips and dry sus that Mama brought me when I came home last week.

"This child is not just any college student like us" said Lola. While picking up chips.

"Who said I was just a college student. If I'm rich I've bought a house" I replied casually. They began to suspect and question my family. The reason is simple, I never make a fuss about money. Even Lola often minjem money the same me at the end of the month.

"Low him down, but only he here who never fuss money even though girlfriend jajanin dinner every day," said Lola.

"Yes yak, good to be Farel. Come for a meal, ask for milk on both mountains and fold apem cake as well," Nita's mouth began to drool. We giggled at the terms Nita coined.

The one being talked about came. Already a sweet smile while taking off the helms.

"Long the life of Rail...," said Nita.

"What's? You guys talking about me?" ask Farel.

"Yes, about the rations of milk and apem cakes that you take every day," said Nita. I hit him on the head with the lid of the jar.

"You're a mess every day" I said. Nita neccik.

I walked closer to Farel.

"Want to eat now?" my many.

"I am hungry" replied Farel. We ate a barrage at the end of the boarding driveway. It is true, Nita said. I'm the one who always pays for our dinner after last night's lull. Even at the end of this I also pay the fare home. I also use my motorbike again. Looks like Farel needs are a bit much so I often back up our expenses. No problem for me. Mama said first, she also had a long financial distance with papa. But Papa accepted without any problems. I'll do it to Farel, too. My boyfriend from childhood.

"Laa.. Can I ask you a favor?" farel asked when we finished eating.

"What's? Justsaytheword. If I can help you, I will help you, "I replied while sipping orange ice. Farel was confused to convey.

"What the hell? Make me curious," my fancier again.

"Can I borrow some money?" ask Farel.

"Money?" manywould be surprised. Is he really having financial difficulties? Wh why? Isn't the class free because of student fees? The cost of living is not much either. He was misbehaving with my probing gaze.

"Did Aunt Ine not give me pocket money?" my many.

"I'm with my dad, and he stopped my pocket money" explained Farel.

"Why did you get to the same marahan?" kepo many.

"Yes the same cause as La, he wants me to be a cop. Now there will be an officer registration opening, but I still want to go to college," said Farel.

"What because of me until you're forced to be a cop? Sorry, yesterday I had a chance to steal a listen when baking for Aunt Ine. Do I need to talk to Om Nando if my family won't mind your job?" I asked Farel.

"No, no need La..... I'm really ashamed. His face looks terrible. I feel guilty. Hah, when we were little there was no financial distance. It's fun playing both. Now the more mature the more distance and the problem that separates.

"account number. Call it the nominal you need," I said as I opened M bangking on my phone.

"Seriously La?" ask Farel. A bright smile was drawn on his face. I'm a mangosteen. The results of the distribution of furniture that entered my account reached two digits each month. My mother gave up my finances and needs. But the nominal that came in was still too big for me to spend a month. No problem to help my friends, friends, and girlfriend.

We went home to my innocence. Farel immediately opened the laptop. I think his job is a lot. Lha good dance majors yes this is another lot of tasks, we are a lot of motion hahaha. 80% of our tasks are nari. Even though there is a theory. I hang out with my friends in front of the room. Jump in there, huddle here. Including the BEM chairman who said he was the son of a rich man.