Manful Guys Overseas

The thrown hat

In this ticking question, I always look at the mobile phone screen anxiously. The digital clock on the screen shows the number 04:40, I am already 10 minutes late. I bit my lower lip while looking at the driver, as if to signal me too late, please don't shake! While the driver was still busy sucking the poison smoke from his right hand casually.

I: Sir, can you leave immediately? I am late.

Driver: Bade kamana atuh, ieu fajr keneh.

I snorted in annoyance while reaching for a dime in the left pocket of clothes and then hurriedly descended from this curse.

I: This is sir.

Driver: Lho...lho...lho, kamana bade? Buru naek deui mamang indit ayeuna!

The driver shouted to me who had walked away from him. I turned towards him while putting on an annoyed face and walked back inside the angkot. After I sat down, the angkot driver inserted the gear and the angkot shot through the cold air this morning.

I ran towards the gate in a hurry. From a distance, a black painted gate was seen with white lights coming from the security guard post. I passed through the gate while greeting the security guard who was busy copying. I ran and turned to the left, with my constant running speed down the hallway and then stopped in front of the sausage room. I held my breath for a moment and knocked to open the door.

I: Sori sori I am late, angkotnya ngetem continue not to want to go forward.

Manda: Yeee tell me who doesn't have a bike. I already know if the morning mah angkot ngetem continues. Use it directly.

Manda gave a black, white-striped blazer behind her. I unfolded it and measured it with my slim body.

I: Well, Kegedean Mand. Is there anything else?

Manda: There is no Ay, there is that stay. The little ones have been made with Rima and Astri. Elo is late, wrong yourself if you do not dapet small size.

I: Blazer I tukeran same elo aja dong, fit me in my body like.

Manda: Don't want weeek, just use that one.

I snorted in annoyance and used this black blazer then twirled the body in front of the glass. Duh very big. You fucking angkot!

Manda: Udaaah beautiful really, pepet there help others to machine class. At half-six, the new student arrived. Hus-hus!

Manda moved her hand like she was driving away a chicken and I then came out of the osis room, leaving Manda who was giving directions to the other members of the osis about the arrangement of the activities of this event.

I am now standing on the sidelines under a tree holding a tummy that is starting to churn. The entire field has now been crowded with children who smell fast using Junior High uniforms. I smiled and recalled the times I went to this school with my twin two years ago, Amel. My daydream was renewed when Manda, the head of this year's mat, called me.

Manda: Ay, lo stand by in front of the gate with Daniel as Bewok to wait for a late child. It was 6 o'clock less.

Manda spoke towards me while looking towards her watch.

I: Suru the Astri aja Mand, I want to go to the restroom.

Manda: Yee elo, co-chairman of the cake.

I: Will I fart in front of new students? Shy kaleee face tatib I want to be impressed where entar? I went to the toilet, daaaah!

I waved at Manda while walking quickly towards the toilet, this stomach was no longer willing to compromise.

Upon returning from the toilet, I saw a girl whose hair was pigtailed shouting scolding at the students who had arrived late from behind the closed gate. Astri if you yell again a really big cry yes voice, funny! I am still standing in a special place where the tatibs are accompanied by other tatib members who are still waiting their turn to act. A long time later, all the new students were directed to stand up and turn towards the podium. The MOS opening ceremony will be held soon. I was instructed to surround the ranks of the students from the side and back. I'm in charge of guarding behind the line.

About 20 minutes later, a gong was heard and the principal left the podium with the other teachers. Manda had now taken power over the entire field and began shouting loudly from the top of the ceremonial podium, telling the students to wear apron and ball caps. I looked to the right and gave a small nod to code my fellow teachers to begin examining the attributes of the new students.

The ranks of students who were very close have now been arranged to be more tenuous to make it easier for us (the tatib) to check the completeness of their attributes. I started checking the back row, checking all their special costumes. Then there was the sound of Rudi shouting from the right of the field while herding 2 men to advance on the podium.

Shortly after checking the back row, the tip of my eye saw a student throw his ball hat and then the left foot of the student trying to reach the hat. I rush forward and immediately grab the ball hat.

I: WHOSE HAT IS THIS? GOT YOU A DECK? WHY ARE YOU WASTING? DON'T NEED ANY MORE ATTRIBUTES? OR DO YOU WANT TO BE TOLD TO GO AHEAD?

I shouted to the student, he slightly turned his head and his eyeballs were stuck at the left end of his eye socket. Not the fearful expression I got from him, instead he showed an astonished expression when he saw me.

This kid why do I like that?