Love Comedy

EPISODE 4 SCHOOL ICON

"**Our class will not win, there will win.is"

lydia**

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LYDIA who was sitting in the classroom was very bored. His pouting face saw Desy who had just read a novel, Hilman next to him scratched his crystal hair, maybe his hair could make a pencil case. Ridho next to Desy is the same daydreaming.

"Ridho, I'm really good at it, play yuk. Play what that is," said Lydia.

"Come .. with Desy and Hilman,"

"Woiii Hilman don't run mulu lice let's play. Des, you also read mulu play napa," snapped Ridho.

Hilman propped his head with the back of his hand and the look on his face was weak. "Gue waited for the teacher during the first lesson but did not come. I'll call you to the office."

"As a good class president should make all students happy. So don't be called yes" Ridho said with a smile.

"Let me finish reading this" Desy closed the book and put it under the table.

"Main what?" ask Lydia.

"We play the King ...." Shouted Ridho, thus making the girl who was gossiping shocked.

"What kind of a toy? I just heard," said Desy while scratching her confused head.

"So we ready the paper rolled, the amount corresponds to the player. Keep writing the numbers on rolled-up paper. Did you know this?" ask Ridho.

"Guerti, the rich arisan gitukan continues to be shaken so that the numbers are drawn," said Hilman.

"Well, keep one of the papers there's the king's writing. If anyone can the king means he has the right to send any number as long as it is not excessive. For example, ask number 2 to pinch number 3. Wanna?"

"AWAY!!!!" answer everyone together, the girl who was gossiping next door was immediately shocked again.

They made the paper rolls. Keep writing numbers and kings on paper.

"Let's start ... I shuffle keep throwing yes," Ridho shuffles and throws at the table. They took the paper.

"Yeay I'm king" said Desy girang. Those who get the numbers must be careful not to be caught by the king.

"OK ... absolute king order yes, so it must be obeyed. I want number 2 to be number 3. Observable?" Although the king's orders are absolute, if his orders are beyond the limits of humanity they cannot.

"Geez, I'm number 2, who's number 3?" said Ridho.

"Gue is number 3. I www. I'm on a Ridho's hold. Don't lo mode" said Lydia, who got number 3.

"Let's go carry. Good thing Lydia. Try if the kribo, I can gout." Rido is an art. Ridho held Lydia, and ran around the classroom.

"Cie ... Rido ... cie ..." said all the students in the class.

"Lo is running. Udah, even the pleasure again," grumbled Lydia annoyed.

"Let's go again ...." Now it's Hilman who throws at the table not to cheat.

"YESSE!!!! I'm the King" cried Hilman as he stood on the chair.

The gossipy girls saw those who were playing. The gossip girl glanced at Hilman who became the king, and they gave the code. Gossip girl secretly behind Lydia, Ridho, and Desy, she gave Lydia number 1, Rido number 3, Desy number 2. Hilman just nodded happily and gave a thumbs up.

"Number 1 kisses cheek number 3" says Hilman.

"Gue objected, didn't want to" Lydia said.

"Lo number 1, huh? I don't mind. Hehehe," Ridho smiled happily and happily.

"Because one of them doesn't mind so the order has to be implemented" Hilman said.

"OK .. okay .. his cheeks are yes, look out, later my kiss marks, I change the same fist." Lydia was preparing to kiss Ridho's cheek. Lydia kissed right on her cheek.

"Ehhhwhy be photographed? Deletess!" Lydia between angry and shy tiger. If he were Rido's girlfriend, Lydia would. Ridho his son is handsome, tall, simple, funny, and kind.

"Assalamualaikum Wr. Wb. All students who are in the class are expected to go to the field immediately. There will soon be a flag ceremony and a welcome from the principal. Thank you.." sound notification on speaker.

All students must go to the field. Some are running, some are pushing, some are still gossiping, and some are still playing. Finally everyone gathered in the field. The line is neat by all SMAN students White Blue.

The headmaster went up in the pulpit made of wood complete with his microphones. "Good morning, I will tell all the students and students of SMAN White Blue about the school anniversary. So we're going to hold an Indonesian Language, Cultural Arts, and Sports competition."

"Indonesian Language Competition is a competition to write and read poetry. The Cultural Arts Competition is a singing competition. Sports is a relay race. Each class must have a representative" continued Mr. Kepsek.

"So I wish you happy birthday SMAN White Blue. And happy fighting in the race. And one more school icon is Lydia Selenia because of her achievements in all fields, so I invite you to give a welcome," said Mr. Kepsek.

Lydia what was the dream last night? He became a school icon. Lydia still did not expect to give a welcome to all the students. Lydia went straight to the pulpit while catwalking and waving a rich miss world hand.

"Hello good morning," welcome Lydia.

Crick ... krik ....

"No one answered. I'll give you a long speech so you can go home long."

"GOOD MORNING!!!!" shouted all spirit disciples.

"It's rich, okay thank you all. I'm Lya from class X-1 wishing you a happy Eid al-fitri, uh wrong means, saying good luck!" All students just mangap and bengong with a speech that he said was long turned out to make a head bobble.

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Miss Sari homeroom X-1 entered the class and brought a piece of paper. Bu Sari stood in front of the class and read the sheet paper.

"Mother here just wants to convey a class representative who will participate in the race. First race of poetry Lyya."

"Kok me ma'am, I can't make a poem ma'am, let alone read it" Lydia said scowling.

"Don't lie to me. Your Indonesian value is 100," said Bu Tari.

"But ... but ...." Eventually Lydia surrendered. Indeed Lydia if the matter of Indonesian repetition often gets a value of 100, but writing and reading Lydia poetry can not.

"Hilman's singing competition. Ridho, Lya, Seli, Wendi, and Karim relay races. The competition is held tomorrow. Those who participate in two races can, because the clock is different. Thank you, may our class win."

"Our class won't win ma'am, who won it, i.e.," in Lydia's heart.

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After school always accompanied by twilight. Beautiful view of Bandung, pampering the eyes. To watch the twilight it is good in the field that there are large trees to shelter. The place where the poet men respond to the beauty of nature.

Tama sat on the slightly wet grass. His hands hugged his knees. He still wears school uniform complete with his bag. I first moved to Bandung, but Tama has found her favorite place.

Then Tama took out the book from the bag. A small notebook for writing poetry. The cover of the book was brown and there was a bit of decorative spongebob squarepants sticker. The pen that the pen used cost five million. The pen was covered in gold and silver, at the end of which was a white butterfly. The pen was a gift from his grandmother.

"Watching dusk alone is bad. If there is someone close to you, why not be with him? Dusk will not be jealous, because of its beauty to be seen together." Lydia stood behind Tama who was still sitting and wrote a poem on her note.

Tama looked back, "Lya, Lo here? Come on over here sitting next to me?"

Lydia was sitting next to Tama, "Gue's in a poetry contest,"

"I am too."

"Please teach me how to make a poem," Lydia suddenly said something and asked Tama for help.

"Poetry is a beautiful work of literature. Remember writing poetry should be based on our feelings. Make the poem memorable and have art," Lydia responded to Tama who spoke wisely with sparkling eyes and pretentious understanding.

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