MAY

2. Nature Shows His Name

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Confused, I don't know what Intan should say when asked by his friend about the incident a few days ago on the edge of the field.

"Who the hell?"

"Cie, girlfriend?"

"What's her name? It's in vidio not looking clear his face."

"Unclass, isn't it? What class? Eleven what twelve?"

Kira thinks that's the question asked by her friend about the events of time.

Basic Mia, he just spread the vidio in the class group, fortunately not to spread to one generation.

Amidst the sad interview session, a male figure from outside entered while pounding the door. The class leader came, he brought a stack of forms. "Huh, sit it all down!"

Some children still stand, finally, the Bahar—–-chairman of the class––-talking no matter the circumstances.

"It's no formul––-Ndra! Sit down!"

Indra who was teasing Gishel immediately sat down. Ah, you Bahar, get angry easily and cold. It looks like his body has been doused with gasoline, so it is easily ignited by fire.

Bahar cleared his throat for a while, then returned to speak, "this is an eskul selection form. You just fill in the name, class, same phone number. Keep in this column, write you want to follow eskul what."

Shoulder raised high a sheet of paper containing the form, "continue, each child a maximum of 2 excules. Keep this scout mandatory."

"Yeah!! There's a scout!" one of the children clucked, followed by the other.

Indeed, the class of 9 Junior High time there are no scouts, they are required to focus UN. However, after their status changed to High School and also returned to being a junior high, scouts are mandatory again. In fact, the hot heat will make some girls mumbled for fear of his skin darkening.

"Diem!" Bahar jerks at some protesting children. His eyes clinched and then glared.

One silent class, "gue for, a second rest break. I've got to fill it up, complete."

After the form was split, Intan looked towards the paper. Then he put his name, class and phone number.

The tip of his pink gel pen floating an inch on the paper, he was confused what to choose eskul.

"Pick what Tan?" Mia approached him with a curious look.

"Lo what Mi?" Intan asked back.

Mia showed me the paper, the girl chose the art of painting. Intan hesitated, could Mia indeed?

"One doang?" Intan asked with a furrow of her brows. Yes, even if it's not strange.

"Take a lot of Tan, one is enough."

Intan mangut mangut, he sighed then chose eskul journalism. He likes writing a little.

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Halah, Intan stroked her stomach area slowly. After holding back a few hours of pee coupled with a long bathroom queue, he was finally done with the bathroom affairs.

"Early to the toilet, lo boker?"

Intan nodded and took the eskul form from the bag. "Where's it?"

"Must go to the teacher's room, cuddle for––"

"Mia!! Got me not lo kumpulin too!?" Intan clucking, where can the girl next to him not include the Intan form?

"Ih, I'm gatau. Forgetting to." too." Mia then spoke without showing her sinful face. Want Intan kick the taste.

"Bodo iii...ayo, anterine to the teacher's room!" Intan got up while pulling Mia's arm.

Honey, the subject teacher's coming in an hour. Intan biting the lower lip and standing in front of the classroom door.

"Where are you going?" The fat teacher asked with a probing look.

"Mom, I'm authorizing the form." Intan spoke politely.

"Yes," he answered slowly and interrupted. "One person only."

Mia chuckled then returned to the seat. Intan mumbled slowly and stomped his feet along the 10th class corridor.

His eyes spontaneously widened when he saw Bahar walking from the opposite direction, the man was now walking through the stairs, about to go upstairs, yes class 10 is in latai 2. "God!!"

Bahar looked up, then continued his steps. "Why Tan?"

"Now, got me no lo kumpulin."

"Form? Didn't I ask who was the bell? Why was it just?" Bahar looks upset, aih, why should he choose the chairperson of the class sensian cake anyway? Look angry at his work.

"Gue went to the toilet, so I don't know." Intan snorted afterwards.

"Lo kumpulin!" Intan handed the piece of paper.

Bahar followed snorting, "lo aja. I'm calling Mr. Rohman."

"Well, but I don't know where Bahar's Teacher's room is."

Intan swore to absorb the theme, he then went down the first rung of stairs. I don't know what his life is. Until the wind came flying that piece of form.

Then there is the flying shawl, and Intan is a jogger like Tina in the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.

Ah no.

Intan glared and immediately ran, huh fortunately the paper just fell at the end of the last rung.

But his steps were stuck on the 4th step from below. Someone picked up the paper while frowning.

Then he read the form. "Intan Gem Areta. Missing number 15 class 10.3. Good name, I'm sure the guy's pretty."

Then he looked up, and their gaze met a second time, "oh, so lo?"

Intan nodded broken. The whole air runs out around him.

"For the second time, baby?" The upperclassman of the time was singing his lips to be dramatic.

Intan down one staircase. "Darling why?"

His face turned serial then looked up at Intan. "I don't know who. It only hurts a little."

Intan froze and then salting, "that's not what it means sister. That was the brother who said 'honey huh?' well I'm nanya, what's that unfortunate."

"Ohhh," he said as he muttered. "It's a shame you don't participate in basketball or painting. So we're not as elkul."

Intan bit his lips again, if you know there is a big brother participating in painting art then he will immediately choose it, an idea immediately appeared in his mind. "Eh, I'm with eskul painting."

The upperclassman looked down at the form. "It's...."

"I wrote a pencil. You are still doubtful, maybe I just deleted it."

Well, the name is also a business, a lie in no matter what. The yakan? The yakan? Yep.

"Ouwh, we're looking?" The upperclassman took the hp in his pants pocket. Then he took a picture of the form while chuckling. "Make memories."

Then the upperclassman handed the paper to Intan. "Do you know where the teacher's room is?"

While raising an eyebrow he thrust his hp. "In the play store there is, in the app store as well."

Intan chuckled faintly, "not that. The school room we mean."

"Ohhh far away is space, need I pesenin gojek?"

"Eh?"

"Don't, it's expensive. How about riding on my back?"

"Sister... Seriously."

The upperclassman chuckled then pulled Intan's arm to perfectly tread the ground, no longer a rung of stairs.

"The room of the teacher, lo luruuus, continues in the corridor turn right, continue right again. Well there." He said while pointing somewhere.

"Oh that's the teacher's room, huh, brother?"

"No, there's our wedding party."

Intan's cheeks warmed up to hear him, making the upperclassman chuckle a little. "Joking, that's where the teacher's room is."

Intan nodded her head, "thank you, brother. Excuse me first."

"Eh wait!"

Intan turned his head and stopped stepping, "yes?"

"The form was photographed. Now the man."

"Oh?"

"Yes, let me not forget if the name Intan Permata is––nah already, beautiful Yes Allah."

The upperclassman observed the results of Intan's facial shots.

"HELL!!! YOU TAKE MY NOTEBOOK YES!!"

The cry echoed in the corridor, from the 2nd floor a woman was walking while stomping her feet on each step of the stairs.

"Eh Mel––"

"Diem! Eh deck, mission bentar ya, I want to teach this damn guy."

Intan smiled awkwardly and then excused to leave the 2 people who were arguing.

When Intan's step was far away, he turned his head back, which he found was the girl nagging while the guy was waving a wave at Intan and then giving kiss bye to him.

Intan gulped then immediately ran towards the teacher room.

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