Love At SMK
Chapter 43
August is a historic month for the people of Indonesia. Because in that month exactly 78 years ago, the people of Indonesia managed to declare independence. Indonesian people hoisted flags in front of their homes. Various races are also held to commemorate the historic day.
Not only in the community that welcomes August with joy. The school environment is no less vibrant. They formed a 17th committee to enliven the month of Indonesian independence. Their various races. There are individuals, there are also groups. They are so busy welcoming August in their own way.
"Friends soon August 17th. Our school is going to have an art competition. What if we were doing a fashion show of our work?" Said Gunawan who is the head of class X majoring in fashion. Gunawan deliberately gather their friends during the break to discuss anyone who will represent their class in participating in various branches of the race.
"If I agree anyway. Because we are fashion children, we must show the results of our designs." replied one of the students in the class.
"If in my opinion, if only fashion show is less exciting. I'm afraid we don't have any other talent. What if it was a musical drama. More interesting. There will be singing, there will be role-playing, and then clothes will be our own work. So once appearing can explore many things" proposed other students. They argue with each other with their own arguments. But as the head of the Gunawan class must be firm and able to make decisions. He accepted all the opinions of his friends, sifted through them and collaborated on a new idea.
In this case, all members of the class play an important role in decision making. Because Gunawan voted so that no party felt cornered or not heard his opinion. Until finally they choose to show fashion shows and sing at one time.
"Why if Prisha and Gita are the coordinators for the clothes that will be displayed? Prisha is basically sewing pinter from the beginning. Plus Gita, the boutique owner's child must have understood what to do for the independence theme stage later" Gunawan's proposal was immediately agreed to by others. They all recognize that Prisha's ability in the world of fashion design is not in doubt.
That afternoon their rest was spent in class. They appoint students who will represent various branches of the 17an race later. At the same time prepare funds to buy items that will be used.
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"Gimana nih Sha, we are appointed fashion show coordinator. What do you want to do on stage?" Ask Gita as soon as the last subject is over.
"Clothing fashion from recycled used goods only Git. Ntar we ask for help to meet the design. Later we will take some of the best to be shown" replied Prisha. They walked to the parking lot to pick up the vehicle.
"Ntar we discussed in the class group. I'm in a hurry to work" said Prisha. He walked hastily leaving Gita and Hani who were still busy discussing the 17th race.
"Not run. Ntar I anterin" Shouted Hani who was only answered with a hand gesture raised up indicating unwillingness. Finally they walked separately to their destination.
"Good day ma'am" said Prisha as she opened the door to Ammy's mama's boutique as soon as she arrived.
"Siang is also Sha. It just so happens that you came. There the game of change of clothes continues to eat at home" replied Ammy who was still busy with her stationery at the work desk. Prisha came to Ammy and kissed her superior's hand. That is the custom of Prisha. Every time he comes and goes home he will greet the hands of his boss like a child who asks for his mother's blessing. Ammy doesn't mind either. Although most of the women in the boutique no one behaves like Prisha. And just say hello when you come and go home from the boutique. But he always welcomed Prisha's hand warmly. Prisha behaves as a form of respect for a child to the older person as well as his superior.
Prisha walked to the dressing room and changed her school uniform with material pants and short-sleeved t-shirts that she would use to work.he put her bag in a locker that had been provided for kariawan. He then set foot into the house of Ammy's mother for lunch. At first he felt bad but after it was explained that all kariawan also did the same, then Prisha also enjoyed the lunch without shame.
"Good day" Sapa Mbok who works at Ammy's house.
"Monggo please enjoy lunch" Tawar simbok who always faithfully accompanied Prisha's lunch mall. Prisha smiled kindly and sat down and prepared to take food. Prisha took the prepared plate and filled it with a piece of rice.
Sounding deheman from the front makes the symbol that was sitting now standing up to welcome the owner of the house.
"Eh den Rian's. Have lunch too. Monggo symbok fetapin" Bid symbok. Andrian sat across from Prisha who was taking vegetables and side dishes. Feeling noticed, Prisha became misbehaved until the vegetable sauce she took fell on the table. Prisha stood up and bowed his body apologizing
"Sorry sir. I didn't mean it" Prisha said with a bowed face.
"Let me clean up" Prisha was about to step back in search of a crook towards the kitchen. But prevented by Andrian.
"No need. Let me clean up the symbok. Spilled parts are also just a bit. Mending now you eat. Your task is waiting" replied Andrian with his flat face.
"Good sir. Again I'm sorry"
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Andrian clucked at Prisha's behavior. It is not mindless with Prisha's behavior that has been misbehaved just because it is observed by him. Though out there a lot of bright schoolgirls looking for his attention without shame. Seeing his attitude that is so innocent sometimes makes Andrian want to judge him.
"Please grab some rice and side dishes" Andrian ordered as soon as Prisha sat back in her chair.
"Alright sir" answered Prisha with a bowed face. He then took rice, vegetables and side dishes for Andrian and put the plate in front of Andrian who was still watching him. For Andrian Prisha's naive behavior is an entertainment that he rarely meets in the present era.
"Where are the breaks? To miss class. Wear the show hit people again. Basic careless" Andrian asked in between his lunch. Prisha stopped taking food and put down his spoon for a moment.
"I'm sorry if I hit you yesterday. I hurried after from the toilet" answered Prisha still with my head bowed.
"To the toilet is a 3. Cook a treatise" Andrian ate while observing Prisha's gestures that looked timid and misbehaved.
"Don't tell me you're out of the law" Andrian's question made Prisha who was sipping gravy on her spoon choke.
Uhuk uhuk
"Eeeem is anu sir... Anu"
