Love Flips At The End of the Season

LATE TO SCHOOL

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Abas Residence ....

"You will enter the third grade, according to your age," said Grace.

"Not from first grade, Bi?" ask Abas again.

"No, Bas. You used to ask to drop off class time in SD because Loli, now he is lost somewhere, so you enter the class as you should," said Graceful full of emphasis.

"Yes, Bi," Abas answered briefly. There was a sense of sadness when her ashes mentioned Loli's name, somewhere she was now.

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Abas and Hanafi were already preparing in their gray white uniforms, they looked a little different. Who usually always use black peci and cocoa clothes and sarong cloth. There is a sense of awkward for both, although the uniform they use deliberately made standard eyebrows are not tight.

"Bi!"courtesies. Abas on Mercy.

"Why?" Grace stared in amazement at her son who looked dashing in a white-gray uniform.

"Can I wear a peci?" Abas held a peci in his hand.

"There's no prohibiting high school kids from wearing a peci, just the principal said Monday if Monday had to wear the hat." Rahmat pointed to a white hat with a gray Tutwuri Handayani logo in front of him. Of course, making the views of Abas and Hanafi follow the direction of Grace.

"Kayak SD son again dong, Bi. If you wear it," Hanafi opened his voice.

Grace smiles."Yo'dak to, Fi. If the SD child is red and white, if the SMP is white blue, well if your High School is like that, white gray." Little chuckling grace followed by the laughter of the two teenagers who were in front of him.

Now the two have replaced the peci with a gray white hat, which makes the good looks of both more radiant. Abas with yellowish white skin, pointed nose, natural red lips, pointed nose, sweet dimple, with a bit of hair because it was only a day before to Jakarta he trimmed his hair yesterday a little curly.

While the Hanafi posture is not as high as Abas, but the skin is clean white, the lips are also natural red because it has never been touched by the name of a cigarette, a runny nose, and so on, with a few fine hairs growing thin over her thin whisker-like lips, it made her look sweet. (Sweet iced orange times yes, wkwkwkwkkw).

"Hows it? Are we ready to go?" Grace looked at the two.

"Inshaa Allah, ready Bi!" Both of them saluted like respect to the flag.

"You guys, like soldiers want war" said Grace laughing.

They are also preparing to leave for High School.

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Meanwhile, at Fatim's house. She also looked prepared, appearing elegant with her neat white hijab, with a pink rose bross adhering beautifully to her shoulders as her hijab clamp, so as not to float.

"Darling! Haven't come down yet, it's half seven less this." Nadya shouted to remind her daughter to hurry up, even though the school belongs to her family does not mean she can come as she pleases.

"Yes, Ma. It's ready." Fatim immediately went out of his room to the family room where his mother had been waiting.

Map ... tap .. tap ...

The sound of Fatim's steps down the stairs with a little haste, because he felt bad luck. Not to mention having to pick up his super catapulted best friend.

"Ma, Fatim's leaving huh." Fatim immediately approached the mother and did not forget cipika cipiki as well.

"Yes Dear. Have a nice day. Learn right and remember to take care of your body." Nadya kissed her daughter's forehead softly.

While walking out of the house Fatim waved his hand until finally he climbed into the car and closed his glasses. Slowly the car driven by Mr. Amat also began to move away from the Fatim residence.

Fatim was busy re-examining his textbooks because his plan today was to repeat some of the lessons he had left behind yesterday while he was in the hospital. So excited he forgot that Pak Amat did not turn to pick up his best friend Yati.

Eventually Fatim's phone rang. Fatim quickly received a call from his best friend.

*Yeah of Allah, Oneng called. I forgot to pick it up. Forgive me, run my life will get a free lecture this morning.*

"Assalamu'alaikum!" satu Fatim pretended not to know.

"Frennnn loe whereaaaaa?" yati shouted with her merdunya voice.

"Loe yes instead of answering my greetings, even nyerocos aja. I'm on the road to your house!" fatim replied calmly.

"Loe, yeah. I've made this fancy. Wait in loe from six o'clock this ampe is already the clock. Do you want to pick me up?" yati's nagging at length that makes Fatim feel guilty for forgetting him.

"Sir, turn around. We pick Yati up, forget Fatim if we have to pick her up. Nih his people have been tearing," said Fatim to Pak Amat.

"Ready, Neng!" Pak Amat immediately turned back to the house of Yati, his employer's best friend.

In just ten minutes they arrived.

Tin ... tin ....

The sound of car horn Pak Amat has sounded a few times, but the nose of a true sohib Fatim has not been humbled.

"Sir! Just wait here, please let the horn sound. Not good with our neighbors we make a storm early in the morning." Fatim immediately opened his car door and went down to his best friend's house.

With a little run Fatim arrived at the door of the house Yati. He immediately knocked on the door and greeted.

Tok ... tok ....

"Assalamu'alaikum!" fatim said several times.

But there was no answer. Fatim immediately headed for the back door that looked like it was open.

*Any, where's the kid? Tumben is quiet, om and aunt are also not there. But the back door is open, just try to get in.*

Fatim entered through the back door, carefully walking. Worried that his best friend is going through something bad. When he arrived at the door of his best friend's room in the back room before the kitchen, Fatim just wanted to hold the doorknob but simultaneously the back room door was open and both were surprised.

"Bujikuns! Loe's thief?" yati yelled who was about to take a broom.

"The ghost! Loe what's in me the Oneng?" yelled Fatim no less surprised. Because Yati came out of the room still with a mask attached to her face.

"Enak aje says I'm a ghost, it's me Yati! Temen loe." yelled annoyed Yati.

"Loe is also nice to say I'm a thief," replied Fatim no less upset.

"Say it's muted, but it's still a mascerine. When are you leaving, huh?" omel Fatim's.

"Yes, sorry. I woke up from dawn. I took a shower already wearing a uniform, uh suddenly kebelet, so deh open it all again and continue to use this masceran," replied Yati innocence pretender.

"Loe yes, really for me. Yes, I live. It's seven o'clock if you wait in loe change clothes, wash your face. Maybe next year we'll go to school." Fatim started to tease his best friend.

"Eits! Can't do it dong, tim same temen own loe tega. It would be fun if the school next year we have to go to class," replied Yati who is not less silly.

"Yes, it's a hunt. I've had a lot of follow-up today." Fatim began to put on an annoyed face in the hope that Yati could quickly pack up.

"Yes .. yes .. wait for this." Yati ran to her room to change clothes.

Almost seven minutes Yati was ready with her uniform, but her face was still wearing mascara.

"Yuk off!" Walk to the back door to get out.

"Loe's face?" fatim asked while poking his lips in lieu of his finger to point at his friend's face.

"Let's go, help me get rid of this mascerine on the road!" pinta Yati without load.

Fatim could only shake his head at the behavior of his best friend. Both of them immediately went to High School.

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Featured SMA ....

Rahmat's car has been parked on a very wide school hall, even almost exceeding the breadth of boarding schools in his club.

"Let's get off! We've arrived." Rahmat invites Abas and Hanafi to come down. The two looked amazed at their new school's success.

"This is really the school, Bi?" asked Abas who began to descend and set his foot on the ground.

"Yes, this is your new school. The school here are all children of the rich, except those who pass the path of underprivileged scholarships. So you're good at not looking for trouble with those rich kids." Rahmat explained a few things about the school that his son would occupy.

"God's Inshaa, Bi. We will try our best to keep the good name of our cottage and also Abi." Abas shakes Grace's hand and bids her go to her new school.

After delivering his son and Hanafi to the main gate Rahmat immediately go home to the house that will be occupied by his son, the plan was that he would also stay for a few days until Abas and Hanafi understood the path they had to go through.

At the main gate, Abas and Rahmat have been welcomed by the security who has been assigned to take the two to the Principal's room.

"Is this Nak Abas with Hanafi?" tanta security's.

"Yes, Sir. That's right." said Abas politely.

"Then follow me, we go to the principal's room and we're at the flag ceremony" said Security.

The three started walking towards the headmaster's room. The appearance of Abas and Hanafi so stole the attention of all the princess students who had arrived earlier. Many were amazed by the good looks of the two, plus the friendly smile of the two that melted the air.

Meanwhile, in the parking lot of Pak Amat just parked, the sound of a long bell has sounded and the gate will usually be closed soon. Fatim and Yati immediately ran scattering towards the gate, they were late. And sure enough the gate just closed. With great difficulty Fatim and Yati pleaded for security to be allowed in.

Did they make it in? Wait for the next episode.

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