My Dream Is Doctor's

Entry Trap

As usual Amira spent her school time in the library. This was done to minimize friction with Liona's men or other children, especially he got threats from Akmarahulla's accomplices - families he did not know to know

Sayup-sayup sounds boisterous girls make the concentration of Amira terbuyar. He moved to the corner of the library.

''Move!''sniped someone fiercely.

''Oh my goodness, it was like a dream to meet him...!''muttered the girls.

Amira breathed a sigh of relief, as the noise subsided. The library was silent again. He was again lulled in a row of sentences containing the basic science of medicine. Smiling to himself, frowning, so serious no one noticed.

The book was snatched away from his grasp, making him exclaim softly, ''Gosh.'' His eyes widened when he saw a handsome young man smiling innocently

''Hi, miss.This book I confiscate.''

''What...?'' Mouth gaping. ''Why ''Why?''

''Because you're my class child.''

''Huh? What does?'' Amira increasingly does not understand the behavior of people who seize her book.

''According to class regulations, members are prohibited from borrowing books that are not related to schoolwork.''

''Huh? Is there such a rule?''

''That's right, because I'm the head of his class. People who are not subject to my rules will be sanctioned.''

Class leader. Regulations. Those two words swirled in Amira's mind. What does the class president have to do with the rules? thought.

''I don't understand that there are such rules...Has the class approved?''ask Amira later.

''The decision of the class leader is the decision of the king. Once the decree of all members shall be subject.''

Hearing the words, Amira's teeth chattered, Okay, now how do I get the book back...?''

''Go to this place.''He put down a piece of paper containing an address, then left while carrying a basic science book of medicine.

Amira reads the address, 'The great house of Akmarahulla. Shit, I'm in a trap. If I don't go there my book doesn't come back. What was that guy planning anyway?'

"Sister, called the chief. He said he was told to go to his office."Call the class from the library door.

Amira's moving. For a moment forget the problems that plagued him.

Pak Kepsek's room is not far from the library, so to get there does not take long.

Upon arrival in the captain's room, Amira knocked on the door that was opened by him.

"Good day, son.''s welcome to the captain with a big smile.

Amira returned her greetings. Amira is welcome to sit down.

''So, son, after reviewing your progress these few days we declare that you graduated to become an official student of Elite High School.''

''Huh...'' Amira's eyes sparkled. It was nice not to hear the news. The school, which was filled only by nobles and the rich people, accepted it.

''Since you have officially become our disciple there are some things you need to do.'' The secretary opened a map.

''What is this, sir?''ask Amira

''This is the thing that every disciple should have.''

Amira opens the map carefully and reads one by one the form sheet. One of them is extracurricular. There are so many choices that make Amira confused to choose.

''Sir, can you only choose one activity?''

''Yes, because our student is highlighted on the field he wants.''

Amira gulped, she felt her life had been very narrow. He has nothing but a lesson.

''If you do not choose, sir?''

''Must choose son.''

Amira frowned, as if the sheet before her was the duty of a college boy.

His final step was to count the buttons, though,

''A,B,C,D,E,F, U,....F!!!!"

The extracurricular choice of Amira fell swimming, Amira a little regret because all this time he mastered the style of stone.

"The best option for a child as short as you." praised Mr. Principal while patting Amira on the shoulder. It makes Amira embarrassed, because it is high as SD children who want to go up Junior High.

*****

"I'd guess. That exchange of students is just a code to get you there."

"So yesterday.I'm sorry I didn't make a promise."

"Ah, what the hell is Mir. As long as you can pursue your dream I support 100%."

"Yes, thank you very much Karin."

"Yes, you have to succeed."

Their call was stopped because Amira's quota was running out. "Ihh...hp make a bete." Amira almost threw a phone belonging to her brother who was deliberately left so that Amira could contact her if there was anything.

Amira reached into her pocket her uniform which she hung on a hanger. Wish there was money he could use to buy a quota.

Nought."Ahh..forget the weekly allowance is up to buy comics." he muttered. Instead, he found a piece of paper given by the person who stole his precious book. Remembering that made him rush to the bike to the given address.

In his mind, he was determined to break down the door of the usurper of his book, then it would crash into him.

Finally he reached the Akmarahulla family mansion. "It's really big like a colonial-era house" he murmured.

Amira enters the courtyard. Park his ontel bike under a tree. Then leave the house that looks lonely.

Not long to wait, a maid greeted him. "Aman, huh?"

"Parent? It's safe."

The maid who greeted Amira in a uniform like a restaurant waiter took Amira into the room.

"Safe.please change these clothes."The maid offered the clothes as she was wearing. Amira almost shouted. The chief aide of her fifties approached Amira.

"Don't say much, new guy. The madam ordered you to mop up the living room." she snapped as she thrust out a washcloth and a small bucket of soapy water.

"Haha...do you think, class president?" Theroaksa Amira follows the orders of the chief aide, fearing unpleasant things to happen. His grudge against the class leader is getting hotter.

The experience of mopping Amira is very bad. Because at home he never mopped the house, boro-boro mopping, washing clothes just washed his brother.

Just five minutes of mopping without a handle made Amira ngosan. Performance's fucked. As of...

PRANGS...

Amira accidentally nudged the family's antique urn, the urn broke.

"Who is that?"ask for a voice that looks like a prick in broad daylight.

"Sa..maya." said Amira stammered. The one who snapped at her was Madame Akmarahulla. Both his voice and his looks were very frightening.

"You're the new guy making trouble." - Nah.

Amira is getting bowed. He did not expect, Lyon's mother was a person who was not easy to negotiate."I'm sorry."

Other helpers no one dared to defend, because the urn that Amira accidentally broke was a hereditary relic from the ancestors of Akmarahulla in the colonial era.

The situation became tense. Amira shivers as a puppy outdoors in winter.

The situation has become liquid since the arrival of the second son with his lover.

"Mrs, I'm home!" greet Liona who does not know the situation that is happening. He glanced at Amira who was shivering in fear."Amira?" the whisper doesn't understand.

"Liona..my daughter and daughter.Welcome." The madam greeted Liona with a hug.

"Amira.eh I mean Aman. Sorry to keep you waiting." Lyon approached Amira, helping Amira to her feet. Then take Amira to her Mommy.

"This is mom.assistant I said."

"Hmff."The madam shakes no fancy.

"Please Mom... Mom khan has promised."little Lyon.

"Keep your Dady urn how? Maybe his whole life serving here can't afford."challenged Mommy Lyon.

Lyon thought for a moment, "We use the system up and down salaries. If the performance is good the debt is considered paid off. If it's not up to Mommy."

"Huh.let's see later."

Liona chuckled, 'Bakal is interesting news.'

"Aman.began to this day officially become a personal assistant of Lyon... Beti..make the schedule of her duties."decret Madame Akmarahulla.

Today there is happy news as well as sad news, thought Amira.