Love At SMK
selection test announcement
For some, Monday is a tough day. They should return to activity after the holidays. But that doesn't apply to Prisha. For him there is no hard day because every day he must be eager to help his parents make money. Prisha is a very hard girl. At the age of just 17 years he was independent. Every morning he helped his parents prepare breakfast. Cleaning the house, washing clothes, then helping Ratna sew. That way he will get a wage from the results of his sewing. Sometimes he is also assigned to deliver stitches to customers using a bicycle. If lucky he can get wages from these customers as transpot money. But sometimes he also had to be sincere when they did not give a penny. Because according to customers, inter-service includes facilities from tailors.
This morning after her morning routine was carried out, Prisha immediately put on a neat outfit and immediately went to school to see the results of the selection test according to instructions sent by the committee through a short message yesterday. Not to forget, he also said goodbye to Ratna. Her mother's. He did not say goodbye to his father because he had gone to the fields to work.
"Prisha left first, ma'am. Pray that Prisha will be the highest-rated participant" Prisha said, kissing her mother's hand.
Ratna said that to her son. Then as usual he will give 20 thousand pocket money to Prisha who is always greeted with a happy smile.
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By 07:30 the school was crowded. They all surrounded the school to see the results of the selection test. But there are also students who choose to sit in front of the room and access the school website to see the graduation announcement. With a thumping chest Prisha immediately headed for the school mading. He looks for his name from the bottom. Until finally he saw his name in the top 3. Prisha's heart was so happy. He believes his parents are also happy and proud of Prisha's test results.
Prisha's happiness only lasted a moment. Because again and again unwanted coincidences always happen. He meets Elina end the gang in front of the classroom when he wants to see a class division list. Seen from far away his mortal enemy was already paying attention to him. That means that soon he will get unpleasant treatment from them. Prishapun can only take a deep breath and throw it rough. Until finally Prisha passed in front of the gang Elina and the gang. Suddenly Fita pushed him from behind until he fell down.
"Oh" cried Prisha who fell because of Fita's encouragement.
"Ups sorry accidentally. Sick huh?" Ask Fita to pretend to care.
"It doesn't look like it. Kirain was a scarecrow. The clothes are not worth going to school. More pantes on display on the ground to keep pests."
Fita's ejek was immediately greeted with laughter.
Prisha's heart must again and again be hurt by the bull Elina and the gang.
Prisha is a poor girl, but she has tried to wear decent clothes to come to school. He wears a batik shirt combined with a black span skirt. Even he himself made the batik clothes. It is not expensive clothes, but it is quite polite and worth wearing to school.
Prisha really doesn't care about all Elina's taunts. He stood up and cleaned his dirty hands and clothes in the dust. He won't answer anything. Because the objection will actually make the situation hotter. He doesn't want to cause a fuss at his new school.
Prisha intends to continue the steps to her class. But Elina purposely reached her feet suddenly. Unprepared, Prisha stumbles at Elina's feet and falls again. This time he got up and walked away. No matter the pain. Because in reality the physical injuries he suffered were nothing compared to the heart wounds that continued to be scratched by his friend.
Elina and her friends still chatter mocking Prisha. Prisha, however, held her ears as if no one was talking. He continued, until finally he came to the classroom of the fashion department and found his name in class X D1.
As we know, SMK Kusuma has several majors to choose from. And the department is divided into several classes. Nursing majors inhabited by Elina and her friends are in class A. Office administration in class B. Multimedia in Class C. Fashion department in class D. And there are other majors. They divide the class according to the major taken by the students. Not from achievement or regristration number.
The class that Prisha entered was already so crowded. He tried to blend in with his female classmates who were the majority. At first he was less likely to see the appearance of his friends who impressed glamorous. But he dared to say hello to them. It is up to be answered or dikeki or worse still despised as Elina has done. Prisha doesn't care. Every day, he also bullied his friend.
"Hi friends" said Prisha to a group of friends in a group.
Prisha could only smile to get that answer. At least his new friend would answer his greeting. That means they still appreciate Prisha. And there's a chance they'll be friends.
"Take fashion majors too?" Ask a woman with unknown hair.
"Yes. My name is Prisha. Prisha maharani. I majored in fashion. Are you the same major as me?"
Prisha held out her hand as a form of introductory invitation.
"Yes. My name is Gita." replied the girl. Her smile was sweet and there were dimples on her cheeks.
"This one is Manda, that's Sinta, and the most beautiful one is Hani. We all majored in your kayak fashion. So we'll see you in the same class"
Gita points at her friends and introduces them to Prisha. Then one by one they shook hands and became acquainted.
Actually Hani is not the most beautiful friend but the most unique. His appearance is somewhat tomboyish. This is in stark contrast to her feminine-looking friends.
"Good day children" said the female teacher who suddenly entered paused their introduction.
"Siang ma'am" they answered in unison.
"Let's all find a seat. And sit neatly. The teacher will make some announcements." Said the teacher who stepped foot towards the teacher's desk.
"Yuk sit next to me" Gita asked.
"In this front seat?" Prisha asked as she pointed at the empty seat beside Gita.
"Yes that. Cook sitting in the back. Distance" said Gita.
"But I'm afraid to sit in front. Ntar if there is anything told to go forward with the teacher again" Prisha said.
"Ngapain is scared. A child is afraid to go forward. Here sit." Take Gita while patting the empty chair beside her.
Prisha still refused to sit down. His eyes scanned here and there to find a seat that was located in the back and was still empty. Gita finally pulled her hand impatiently.
