Mitha's Love Story (Bloodless Wound)
ospek and incident sucks
Monday morning of the new school year at the new school but in the old town. This morning a tomboyish girl, MITHA INDRIANI was named. It can be called mitha .
She's a 10th grader at SMU NEGERI 1 in G city. His return from D city and continuing his High School in his hometown was the choice of both his parents.
Mitha is a proven student who can enter the best SMU school in the city and enter the Superior class.
She is also a friendly girl because just entered a day at this school she already has a new friend.
Arnita Hapsari. He's my friend Mitha. Even this afternoon that brought Mitha home was her new friend Sari because her father did not know that Mitha had come home earlier today.
Sari has allowed her parents to drive their own vehicle. Mitha has not. Sari to school riding his metic motorbike.
And Sari had also asked her mother for permission over the phone, and her mother allowed it.
Next Day
This morning Mitha left to be escorted by her father again. Not to forget complete with atribud ordered for ospek activities by wearing a bag of black swipes and tying his hair into 2 parts like a child Kindergarten.
After saying goodbye to their mother, they left. Mitha in between the father by riding his father's favorite motorcycle.
The journey takes forty-five minutes. Mitha's father's motorbike arrived in front of the school gate. After saying goodbye and salim, Mitha came in.
At the school gate Mitha met with Sari, After Sari parked her metic motorbike she approached Mitha and then walked along to class.
"eh..tha klo I see you look like a village girl who wants to go down with hair in kat two..hahhh". ledek Sari.
"eea..emang kmu not.. tu see your hair already like a child Tk ask for candy..hahhhh". Timpal Mitha replied to his new friend.
Then they laughed together, Of course the teasing was just joking because they felt funny about their appearance this morning.
After the announcement via loudspeakers, 10th grade children ran to the field. They are not punished for being late.
So did mitha and their sari hurry to find a place. The event earlier today was an introduction.
All the new students introduced themselves. Mitha and Sari were no exception. Now, Mitha's turn came forward and introduced herself.
"assalamualaikum warohmatullahiwabarakatuh ..good morning all..introduction friends my name Mitha Indriani..you can call me Mitha only..I graduated from SMP NEGERI 1 in the city of D but aq was born in this city. Hopefully in the future we can be friends.Salam knows from me.."ujar Mitha introduced herself.
After 3 hours and 30 minutes ospek or mos today passed. A very tiring day with many activities that sometimes do not enter diacal, but must still be lived.
When finished, the students disperse and rest. Mitha and Sari also chose to spend their rest time in the school cafeteria located at the back end, to the left of their school building.
Until they get their bags they order 2 chicken noodles and 1 avocado juice as well as 1 sweet iced tea, then find an empty place to sit while waiting for their order.
There is only one table that can be occupied by more than one person.yes the table is at the end near the side door, because the other table only tells each of the 1 chair only.
While they want to talk a lot by sitting close to each other while eating. Arriving at the chair Mitha was about to occupy the chair but suddenly...
bruugk...!!!
Mitha bounced and fell apparently there was another person who along with her was also about to sit on the chair .
Mitha so excited that she did not see left right.
"aww..sick". Rintih Mitha while holding her waist.
"loe.no eye what a hit". The jerk that collided with Mitha.
The voice sounded not loud but sniffling.
Mitha looked up at the voice that sounded with that poignant tone.
Oh.it turns out he's a guy. It's handsome but its mouth is spicy.
"look for another place..this is my place.and another one...other times let this place be empty do not you try to sit here..understand !!!". He insisted that the table was his.
" tap...". Not done yet Mitha spoke sari pulled him away looking elsewhere.
" sar.gk can do it donk..This is a public school". Mitha protested.
" tha...kmu know gk...who is he?". Sari asked with a serious face mimic.
" no.. Who is he? ". Mitha asked still with an annoyed face.
"he's the headmaster's son, also the head of OSIS". Sari Evidently.
"just so he dagu.jd he wants to be power-supporting here..ugh! sucks". Mitha's grumbling was upset.
After their order came, But Mitha did not spend her chicken noodles just drinking her iced tea.
The bell also reads the sign of re-entry. The kids go back to their classes.
Upon arriving they in Mitha's class still showed an annoyed face. He didn't think there was a guy whose mouth was so spicy.
"donge tha.not to be thought of". Habur Sari's.
"no idea how.sick my waist is". Mitha said while snorting in annoyance.
"yes sorry.I don't know.the next time we don't deal with them...". Sari.
" how the hell are you.sar. can not dong.it is not fair tau...". Mitha's protest was unaccepted.
"not that tha.. find it safe aja.biar no fuss..kita is a new student..later in law loh..". Sarin Saran.
" yes, too.but I'm still very upset..huft...". Mitha said while exhaling a rough breath. His heart was not treated that way. But he can't do anything.
The problem is that he is a new student if he makes trouble especially with the upperclassmen, there will definitely be a punishment.
So yes, he chose silence. From later add new problems . Which will lead him to punishment. Then I will be ashamed.
Mitha could only snort in annoyance without being able to do anything. His heart was really upset because of the work of the ketos.
The class was quiet again due to the presence of a teacher, who made an announcement for tomorrow morning.
Then the students are returned.
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by: Alan Mylla
