Love Cross Regency

Chapter 2: The Introduction

Still in the same place with always different times,

now all the new students' eyes are on me and Yusro. Well this is

the result of the behavior of a big tall boy with mature brown skin that I have not

know who his name is.

“Eh, what the hell,” I said while releasing his hands from

my shoulders.

“Asik ni son,” said Yusro while replying rangkulanyya

from behind.

“City boy yes ?” ask the young man to me and Yusro.

“Iya city, lost city,” Yusro replied with a laugh.

“Eh, really bambang,” said the young man again while

tightening a hug on Yusro's shoulder.

“No, we are from the village,” I replied slowly.

“Lah, cook ?” he said again with a shocked tone facing

to me.

“It is, if the city, what city of Hong Kong,” said Yusro again

the young man who was now embracing him from behind.

“Lah, you again,” replied the young man while tightening

hurt again.

There the three of us went on by themselves. No

it took me a long time to find a young man who was no stranger to me

speaking in front of group C while instructing to immediately enter the

room G5 on the first floor in the north corner. Well that's Agni.

With such clear instructions, we all immediately

walking with a stranger to the location that Agni had instructed earlier. Arriving

we were all inside the classroom, now Agni was in front of the class back to

introduce yourself and invite to determine who will be assigned

to be class leader in PBI ROMBEL C.

“Allah aja,” sahut a young man with long hair

the bearded man now sits in front of me, bench number two from behind.

“Ya not so Mas, if I directly take over,

my case is somewhat authoritarian later,” replied Agni from the front.

“Allah over time, who does not agree Agni so ketu

class !!” asked the young man gondrong with a loud voice dank eras to all

who is present in the room.

“It looks like it can be class

bar – bar,” I said inwardly while smiling – smile yourself.

“no one objected right, if Agni became class president,”

said the young man again to all of us.

“Well, legitimately already,” replied the young man himself because there was none

who said no one.

“Already, thanks for the support from friends – friends,

I will try my best to be class president in the PBI

Rombel C,” said Agni loudly in front of the classes.

“It looks like we all need yak acquaintances,” said the young man who

stand against the wall behind me.

“It looks like a good idea, you already please introduce yourself,

address, and school origin,” Agni said from the front to Las.

One by one students who are sitting on the bench each –

each of them, now alternately stood up and introduced themselves. Till I

knowing the young man's big tall mature sapodilla skin that was outside with

familiarly chatted with me and Yusro bears the name of Jazul, the young man with hair

gondrong complete with a beard that has since spoken aloud

bearing the name of Sharif, and the young man in the arms who stood as a foamer, though

I myself doubt it bears the name Fauzi.

I nodded my head slowly and began to remember their names

each – each with an impression as their marker. I go back to every

foreign face that I see in this room, arrived – arrived my face stopped

when he saw a young man from the back of the west corner, straight

my row to the side. With a very prominent characteristic, I immediately

knowing the young man, and immediately gave a report to Yusro.

“Eh Ro, you see the boy,” I said as I pointed at him with

eye glare.

“Which son?” tanya Yusro tried to look in the direction that had been

“Mana anyway,” Yusro told me back, because tiddak

finding results from my orders.

“Lu remember enggak, the child who used to be one room with us

exam time? meticulous boy,” I told Yusro, and now he's direct

staring at.

“Metic ? hahahaha.” His laughter immediately broke considering a

the young man knows what his name is that we once met during the entrance exam

The University. Because we didn't know whose name it was, we ended up

he gave her his own name to remember. Meik, that's our name

both give.

Yusro immediately scanned each face, and

as a result, he found what he was looking for. For the umpteenth time our laughter

regardless jarring.

“Apaan sih rame very,” said Syarif, gondrong youth with

a beard that throws every word in a less friendly tone.

“Not what – what, this lo, decrepit funny very,” replied Yusro

he plainly pointed at the thumb of his own hand.

Seeing Yusro's ridiculous behavior, added with memory

will “Metik” now make my laughter more so again. Plus, now Syarif

just keep asking us what we were laughing about. Yep, yeah,

the gondrong young man was not as bad as his logic,

although he always blurted words with a tone that I was less friendly, but

he was actually ridiculous when he spoke.

There was not long a lecturer with his quick little steps

immediately go in and sit on the teacher bench in front of the class, like halya early –

entering school, he introduced himself as Suprapto, can be called

with Mr. Prapto while telling a little about the scope of the University. Well, yeah,

his name was also a new child, we all just quietly heard the story from him.

“That's the last twin, I see his hobby

fight,” Mr. Prapto told me.

“Hahh, I ?” ask me slowly in shock, looking left-right and only then did I realize now all eyes

directly to me.

“I'm a fighting hobby ?

not only,” I said in my heart while grinning thin.

“Halo fighters.” Sapa Yusro mocked me with a laugh that he

withstands.

“Apaan anyway,” said I answered the lead from Yusro.

“I see – see you two like fighting yes, yes,

his hobby nyari sebut,” said Mr. Prapto again while holding his chin.

“No, you guys,” I said quietly whispering a little

to Yusro.

“Gua has been silent lo, still hit too,” replied Yusro with

whisper to me.

“If it's his right, two beautiful girls..” He stops,

not continuing it, well once again all eyes are fixed on the speech

Her.

“I don't know what his hobby is,” after a long silence

thinking, Mr. Prapto continued he said.

“Yang brought Wawan yes,” he said again to two girls

who sits on my right row.

Long story short, now Mr. Prapto back a long story

wide about the history of the establishment of the University that we sit at this time. I

assuming, maybe his far-missed guess earlier, is just the media

to draw the attention of all the kids and try to be in control in the classroom, well

that's what I see right now.

Unconsciously, my eyes have now tried to glance to the right, now,

seeing two girls who are so eye-catching to everyone who

saw it. With the white powder that looked so thick, red lips lit up,

black hijab pointed upward, white shirt inserted, and complete with

subordinate a tight black skirt that was so high above the ankles, yet still far in

below knee.

"This must be a hit boy," I said inwardly drawing a conclusion.