
Art performance in order to commemorate the independence day of the Republic of Indonesia soon in the title. Preparation for preparation is done by the students.they are busy with the tasks that have been carried out by each.
The paskibra is busy practicing so that later it can be compact in its appearance. Likewise, those who have been appointed to represent the class in the school august competition.
"Mom, sorry. Can I have a minute? There's something I want to say to my mom" Prisha told Ammy as soon as work hours were over.
"Can. What's going on Sha? It looks serious?" Ask Ammy curious.
"I was with another friend of mine having the task of designing a dress for the Augustusan race at school. But I lack PD with the results of our plans. May I ask for a moment to go to my house to see our work and give input so that the dress looks elegant and classy. Our dresses are not made of pure fabric. But from the recycling of household waste" explained Prisha. He explained with his face bowed with his hands squeezing each other. Seeing Prisha's attitude, Ammy immediately stood up and approached Prisha. He held Prisha's slightly sweaty hands and raised his face.
"If he speaks, his eyes are fixed on his interlocutor. No need to be afraid to express an opinion. Consider this mama your mother who you again mintain please. Let's not groggy gini" said Ammy gave advice.
"Good ma'am" answered Prisha with a face that was bowed.
"Tu. It's that again." Ammy was anxious to see Prisha's cowardly behavior. He believes Prisha has potential in the field of fashion. Just need to train mentally and increase his self-confidence.
"OKs. I'll help you. But you have to follow all my rules. How's it?" Ammy feels this is the right time to change Prisha's attitude. Because he knew Andrian had more attention to Prisha who had always been oppressed by his school friends.
"Good ma'am" answered Prisha. He immediately left the Ammy boutique to go home soon because it was late afternoon.
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[Temen-temen later come to my house a bit unfortunate huh. The boss I work for wants to give us directions]
Some of them replied, but many did not respond.
[Ta', Ntar came to the fucking house. There is my boss who wants to give directions] Prisha wrote on the message sent to Gita.
[Sorry, Ta. It's not that I don't believe your mother's opinion. But I think it would be even better if there are many who guide] Prisha wrote again.
[Yes, yeah. Understand me] Reply Gita. He was not at all offended by Prisha's decision to ask Ammy for help. Because he knew Prisha would want to show his best so as not to be a material teasing his classmates.
[Let me visit tomorrow. Let it be more cozy] Gita wrote again. They also exchanged messages until the evening.
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A thrilling day happened. Each class contingent tries to show the best in each branch of the race. So did Prisha and Gita. They help models who are none other than their own classmates to prepare for a fashion show with their dress designs.
"Git, Sha how is this. Jihan just told me she couldn't get in. He said his leg was sprained and fell in the bathroom" Shouted Gunawan with a panicked face.
"Where is dong Ta? Cook a dress that is not in the kitchen. Ntar thought we were the same sentiment that was presumptuous." Prisha said she was busy helping her friend wear a dress.
"What if you mean to Sha?"