Love Sejagat, Love Friend
Good Morning Mentari ?
Point of view Author
Maybe you'll never know
how easily you admire...
na nana nana nana na nana nana nana
Maybe you'll never realize
How easy it is to be loved..
(Secret Discoverer-sheila on7)
Alarm hp vibrates many times playing songs from 05.00 to 07.00 am. The owner was unmoved still wrapped up in a beautiful dream. He forgot that today is Monday where as a school child must attend the flag ceremony.
In another room, a 50-year-old mother looks freshly finished in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her son. But the nose in question has not yet appeared. The sun began to penetrate the windows of the house.
"Okay, kebluk habit ! breakfast is ready, outside is bright, still not awake!" The mother nagged stepping towards the master's room in question.
Chequelek
Not in the lock. The alarm sounds. At peep.
" Um, really, that kid's missing ! Tariiiiiiiiiii..wake up !" Yells
"You if you don't wake up in three seconds Mamak flush with water comberan ! Mak itung yes... Satuu... Duuuaa...."
One more breath comes out three, wake up the bereaved master with a sigh.
"Eh uh yes Mamauu... I woke up." Reply to the master while raking. He immediately woke up out of the room regardless of his Mama who was lunge beside the door leaf, Almost making his mammoth stray. Her mother just shook her head to see her son's behavior. Immediately he took a hasty shower like a duck bath. The important thing is to get wet, he thought quickly. After taking a shower, she changed into a white-gray school uniform. She wears a makeshift rectangular hijab, just stamped a pin under her chin, the tip of which she ties behind forming an ambiguous ribbon. He polishes his face slightly using powder sprinkles, his lips do not forget to be wet with lip balm. After that, it immediately splashed out her mammoth nyari who was again drying clothes next to the house.
"Mom, Mommy, I'm leaving. Doain I mak let's not hit the law teacher BK..." Pamit Tari's leaving.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" Ask Mama.
"Yet Mak, let me make this bad luck ! Later at school just after the break." He answered while walking on foot.
"Hat habit ! It's hard to get up!" Seru Maknya
"Udahlah Mak, gausah discussed. I'm goin. Assalamu'alaikum !"
"Wa'alaikum hail... Heart of Nak in his path."
His son had disappeared behind the turn of a narrow alley.
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Teeett.... Teett... The school bell was already on the push. All students of Bakti High School run to the field to perform the flag ceremony. Some students who had misfortune rushed in, running around afraid the school gate was closed by security guards. They do not want to be punished by the fierce teacher BK for mercy. Except for the bad boys, they deliberately pushed back when they entered and did not participate in the ceremony. They prefer to skip and hang out in the stalls while smoking.
From the direction of about 3 meters again to the gate that was about to close, Tari who was struggling because of running from a house that was about 200 meters from the school, which was, immediately hold Pak Satpam while shouting "Pak Ujang, please do not close first ! I'm going in." Dance hold down the turnstile so it's not in the lock.
" Sorry, you're late. Please line it up with your other friends.the business will be the same as the teacher of BK." Reject the security guard called Mr. Ujang.
"Please sir, I'm only late today ! I don't want to be in law ! I'm PMR sir's son, I have to guard behind the students.later if anyone fainted who did not please sir..." Pinta Dari pleading.
" Yes sir ! We're going in, too..." Shouted the other.
" I beg you sir, I will never repeat, sir..." Pinta Tari flanked both of her palms pleading to Pak Ujang.
Suddenly came the teacher of BK: The fierce Ismail sir told me to keep locking the gate. Do not mind Tari and friends behind her who number 4 people. There are two women and two men. Dance only resigned when the request was not in gubris.
" You guys keep on going to the ceremony ! but outside the school fence ! No one is sitting down ! Mr. Ujang, please keep an eye on them !" Mr. Ismail's orders.
" Ready sir!" Say Mr. Ujang with a respectful hand gesture.
Huff ! Ready to be ready to be told to squat down to the flagpole.
Pasrah dance.
Mr. Ismail directed them to attend the ceremony outside the fence like Dance. And say don't be noisy, threaten him. Dari saw the glint of Ismail's sharp eyes make the body of Tari shudder. As per the instructions they finally followed.
The sun was rising, an hour more the flag ceremony was finally completed, all the students were relieved. Finally, the boring routine was passed.
They relax the tense and achy parts of their body. Dance also sighed 'finally.' to relax. Suddenly from behind someone slapped. He turned his head, frowning at the look of a student with the appearance of a messy uniform, disheveled hair, throwing a grinning smile at him.
"Good Morning Mentari..." Soft sweep.
A few seconds Dance's body was locked until she regained consciousness.
"What the hell ! Gausah sok familiar !" reply Melengos Dance,
But no so sir Ishmael stood in front ready to give punishment. Finally got punished too.
***
At 01.30 pm all students of high school bakti scattered out of school. Dance was also among the horde. It was like a bunch of goats running from a cage, impatient to find food. If they want to quickly go home, rest, or hang out with their friends.
'Huft ! finally home too. ' Dancing Mumbam. He walked out the gate. Suddenly from behind someone called his name. He looked back looking for the origin of the sound. From a distance seen the hand of a girl waving into the air giving a code.
Hm...Dian. He murmured in his heart.
" What's wrong Yan?" he waited for a friend to catch up with him. Dance actually already considered him a friend. Because only the one closest to him. His best friend is different class, he is class X IPS. Dian looks pretty bored. Then he set the rhythm of his breath while juxtaposing his body with Dance.
"I kept calling you, not at all?" Tanya dian started.
" I'm sorry, I'm not surprised that you called. What's wrong?" Answer Dance.
" April 21, will the school not be Kartini Day, you want to join the race?" Dian offered while taking out two sheets of paper contents of Kartini's day race. He handed it to Dance.
"what the hell is the sheep?" Dari asked while looking at the contents.
"read it yourself." answered Dian. "uh yes, you mending join the poetry race?!" dian gave a suggestion while twisting his eyes.
Dari looked at her strangely looking at Dian's wink.
"There's a Star knows! she's on the list too" whispered the tease.
suddenly Dance's eyes were rounded.
"are you serious?" Tanya Tari is impatient. Dian nodded cheerfully. Dance smiling gleefully. He clenched his hand into the air.
"Yes ! I also want to go with yan" Dance immediately agreed. Dian laughed at his best friend's excitement. He knew that when it came to matters of the Star, Dance always exuded a happy aura and spirit.
"OK. if so you immediately prepare the script.it's only three days to know !" Dian reminded.
"some of me was her role model" Dian continued.
"okay sip, yan. thanks well.you always make me spirit continue.help me make deket same to Bintang.hehe" whispered Dance while holding Dian's hand. Dian just nodded in a smile.
"what the hell is not for friends.."goda Dian glanced his eyes again. Dance eyes sparkled, then they laughed along with continuing their steps towards home.
At the crossroads they split up, because Dian's house is far away. He crossed the road through many passing vehicles, then took an angkot who was waiting for the school children to disperse.
Dance sighed. her mind soared to imagine something that never happened. He put a happy smile on his lips.
"Sister Star?ahhhhh...." Dari wiggled her head in excitement. ran small to the alley of her house. a sign of her heart is good.
point of view author end.
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