Love is Not Just a Word

What a bad day(2)

"Maybe I'm just shy or the fans are still shy to approach me Hahaha". My mind without seeing the front of my other foot stepped on the gutter and I finally fell down. Fortunately the new gutter was dry because the weather today was just hot.

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"Timing time pulanggggggg" cried one class as in the era is still sd..

With full spirit me and my friends immediately clean up the textbooks that are still scattered on the table. Do not forget every time before getting out of the chair and table each of us pray first.

There was only one lesson today. What I want now is to get home quickly. And if during an exam like this class and the exam hours rotate with other classes, so the class must be completely clean so that there is no dispute between the other cash if the class is still in a dirty state. I checked back my desk drawer maybe there was something left behind or a cheat I slipped there. UPPSSs....

I swiped my bag and I took the key in my pocket. I held it to my neck so as not to fall and miss it again. Remembering I'm this young, forgetful person. After wearing shoes each of me and my friends down the stairs carefully though actually not as sharp as imagined. Arriving at the parking lot I was surprised not to play.

"Lho.... Where's helm? My helmet was on the motor above the sepion." While continuing to search and rather than wasting time in the parking lot I decided to ask Mr. Satpam.

'' Where are you going? Has anyone missed out on class? Asked my friend who saw me confused walking hastily.

"You go to the Ma''' security guard post''.

" What's up? How do you cry too? wh why? What the hell is it? Story dong same to me you why?" Ask Sukma my chatty best friend.

" How do I want to tell the story of your guy just nanyanya nerocos that". I was upset with my best friend Sukma who started to relapse.

" Lunch on mom? Can anyone help? How did you end that cry? ". Ask the security guard who knows I'm crying.

"I... This sir wants to report that my helmet is missing, but it was still there before I entered the class and still in my motorcycle helmet". My answer is still as much as it pleases.

"Ohh if so I write the characteristics yes mbak helmet like what? Let me search immediately''

Finished noting the characteristics of my helmet earlier. Pak Satpam walked towards the motorcycle parking lot which is a motorcycle and bicycle parking separated.

Not because of the expensive or the brand I cried. Just don't think of a cheap helmet like mine no one stole. Why not steal the other ones whose helmets are expensive and branded. Why my helmet. I murmured in my heart.

'' Udah dong do not cry, I at least have the heart to see a cry, let alone my own friend ". Said Sukma who embraced and calmed me.

I see Mr. Satpam is still looking for my helmet. Thoroughly he checked one by one from different motors.

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