My Avocado Boss's
Episode 7's
It turns out that in the Room isa has gathered all members, there is already a treasurer, he said,secretaries and sections have been gathered unless the event section is still outside collecting votes that have been distributed to the student leader (KM) in the class, about what events are preferred by students to retire this time. For the pension event this time the choice is prom night, acoustic indie band and stage event
customary.
Shortly thereafter Tuti and members of the event section came carrying boxes containing the choice of students to retire this time.
“Guys, I have the same event team already made a vote and after we counted, the winner turned out to be prom night same acoustic band the result was a series, so how ?” Tuti. Everyone in the Osis Room made a statement agreeing and disagreeing, most of them prefer prom night for 3rd grade and custom event stage in order of ascension of 1st and 2nd grade.
"Once I'm in 1st and 2nd grade we hold the stage of the traditional event and the new 3rd grade prom night, how ?" Tuti.
“Gue more agree with Mother Head anyway, in addition to introducing culture we can also make this a beautiful memory with culture.” Navin answered confidently, in addition to literary lovers he is also a lover of culture and tourism.
“Oke Chairman has determined this policy, does anyone have any other arguments ? if there please lift and voice your suggestions now,” Tuti said to all members of the isis, it seems like all have agreed with the idea of Navin.
After getting the idea, the members of the osis also gathered in accordance with their respective fields to determine the concept, the players to be included and so on. As a chairwoman, Navin has to go home later than everyone else to check on the ideas her friends have made. Navin does not see other members as his subordinates, instead, he considers other members as friends or partners, so it is more delicious and relaxed.
The clock showed at 18:00 AM local time, it was time to go home and Navin was getting ready to go home with his motorcycle parked near the security guard post. The wind blows lazily, boisterous sound of tree defense while heating the engine motor, and, someone patted him on the shoulder and he was shocked half to death because the lights were dim and the clock was sure no one passed by at school, except the school guard.
“Vin,” Sounded a sound from behind him, then there was a hand touching his shoulder making him shudder. His body reflexes moving.
“Who lo,” Scream a little fear of haunting.
“Bwa..” Mang Diman surprised Navin by jumping from below, which he had earlier called Navin's name.
“Whose chair, I'm ready for the horses, haha,” replied Navin to calm himself down,
“tumben just came home, sBundak really well so that osis it ?” Asked astonishment, even though he often saw other extracurricular children coming home at night more than 21:00 to prepare for the race and the stage
“Obias ajalah, the name also makes a postponement so that you get bored at home.”
“I first ya kang,” said Navin then left Mang Diman in the parking lot.
Navin also rode the iron horse that has accompanied him for 2 years, the bike is the legacy of his grandfather, Vespa GS 150 red. And his age must be older than him, besides that he takes care of his motorbike like his own family.
Arriving at home and parking his motorbike, he went to the room and cleaned himself.
“Buenas Noches (good night), Aden Nice.” A warm welcome coming from Bi Neir, Navin called him Bi Nair. Domestic workers who have been considered the second Mother and her Spanish discussion friends, because Bi Nair was once a TKW in Spain.
“Buenas (night), Mami sama papi has not come bi?” Ask Navin while looking around. “Tonight will definitely not come again, whereas his promise today will go home turned out to be a lie, “ He said in his heart, Navin seemed to be used to boasting from both parents.
“The food is already available at the dining table, his favorite is Aden loh, maknyus pokonya,” He said while imitating chef Bondan Winarno. “Aibi to the back first yes, want to read the Spanish-indonesian dictionary of debate preparation with Aden,” and then disappear from the dining table area.
“My dear Aunt's spirit,” shortly afterwards Navin called Bi Nair to accompany her to a meal,
“Bi, come here for a while, eat first.”
“Iya Den,” Bi Nari agrees and does not reject it.
“Bi, why in a house this big I still feel empty huh ? though people seem to want this palace, but I'm the opposite,” said Navin then devoured a really good aunt's cooking.
“why think like that ?” sahut Bi Nair tried to open the view of his Master who was considered a child, because from childhood Navin along with him. On the other hand Bi Nair was upset by Navin's words because he did not know how to feel he had no place to live, and stayed open to the sky, on the other hand he understood why Navin was so.
“Already, it looks like I'm thinking a lot. Eating a lot of bi,” Navin diverts the conversation.
The sound of a dry night wind with a distinctive smell entered into Navin's room, through the air vents above his bedroom window, Jared Leto's voice singing from yesterday.
