Manful Guys Overseas
Unexpected Tatib
The day before the MOS began, I prepared everything I needed to carry. Starting from the normal like stationery and hats used SMP, to the strange kayak hunted for aprons from coffee wrappers and hats made from plastic balls cut in half. And during that day I was also taught to sew an impromptu apron by aunty, because I can not-can and do not want to take ribet finally I buy iron glue to the stall and I glue all the coffee packs and be a stiff apron almost can not be folded bonus hand me straws with hardened iron glue. Scolded yes scolded, ribet I was hunted for a ginian
In the morning, I was woken up by my aunt from Semalem nginep in my house. At that time the clock showed at 04:30 and without further ado I immediately took a hot bath with cold water. The cold water here is actually ice-cold, different from my home city which is normal cold. At 5 hours less, I have finished bathing and complete using SMP uniform. I had breakfast fried rice while aunt checked my luggage whether there was anything left behind or not. At about 5 o'clock, I went straight to school. Although in the leaflet paper is required to arrive on time at six o'clock, but I am sure if the dateng mepet at 6 o'clock (let alone really fitting at 6) will definitely be scolded by the same antagonist drama players at the school.
At 6 o'clock, the school gate was closed. I saw some new kids coming in late and they were all held back by seniors (probably OSIS kids) who were wearing black, white-striped blazers on their backs. I guessed again that they are the playwright antagonist aka orderliness because from afar I can hear the cries of those who scold the children who come late. There are approximately 3 people who guard the border between heaven (out of school) and hell (school hallway).
Tatib 1 (Cowok): YOU WANT TO BE WHAT YOU HAVE DARED TO BE LATE ON THE FIRST DAY.
Tatib 2 (Girl): HEY YOU GUYS, ANSWER IF ASKED NOT DOWN.
The guy who got sprayed like it was directly jiper because I saw his body slightly flinch and more subdued his eyes.
I was still watching them, my old friend, who was being scolded for being late. Incidentally me and the children who survived the rampage of the drama actor are now sitting cross-legged in a field deliberately positioned towards the gate to watch a free drama spectacle in the morning. We all dared to speak because there were so many mats pacing around the line. If I total-total, there are 10 tatib on duty today including those who are standing by in front of the gate.
... : That pigtailed chick's tattoos are pretty too, bro.
I turned to my right, there was a guy with glasses nudging my arm while looking at the mat that was angry at the gate.
... : Oh yes knowin, I'm Fauzan. Call me Ojan.
Ojan looked towards me while extending his right hand. I welcome his hand with a small smile.
An absurd introduction in the middle of a live-broadcast drama film.
We are all now preparing for the opening ceremony of MOS. I stood up and kept all the luggage I carried behind my feet and then put on my Junior High hat. This ceremony is not an official flag ceremony that must be sequential, only the raising of the flag continues the speech of the principal as well as the beating of the gong as a sign of the start of the MOS event which will last for 3 days.
When the ceremonial coach got off the podium and was accompanied by accompanying teachers who left the field, there began a tense moment with the matrices.
A shrill cry rang out from the ceremonial podium, telling all of us to take off the SMP hat that was being worn and replaced by a red plastic ball cap as well as using a coffee wrap apron. We were all given 10 counts to do it all at once tidying up all the attributes.10 counts that had been replaced by silence, no sound was heard other than the chirping of morning birds.
The tatibs are now starting to wander around to check our attributes. Clean warrior shoes, plain white socks, belts, shirts should be included, hair should be neat, aprons, and ball caps. Then there was a shout that Squid the ears from the row of the far right followed by 2 men who were told to come forward for not using an apron.
I don't know what bad luck befell me today, there was a big wind that hit me which resulted in the ball hat detached from my head and fell a bit far on the left side. I try to take the hat with my feet while looking straight ahead. Because my feet do not have to keep taking the hat, my eyes slightly glanced at the hat that fell. A little bit more of the hat was hanging at my feet, but it was forcibly snatched by a girl who was wearing a black blazer and yelling beside me.
TATIB: WHO'S THIS HAT? 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 slightly turned my head to look at the face of the tatib.
Loh....
Amel?
