My Love is Not as Beautiful as a Novel

DREAM SCHOOL

Days changed days, weeks changed weeks, finally my First High School graduation period was announced. It has made my decision to continue to the next level, namely the Department of Fine Arts.

At that time I was faced with a choice of majors, I had absolutely no view. Until I joined the art teacher's orders at my school.

I also chose a fine arts school. In my shadow, there were no math and physics subjects at the school. But it actually remains.

I am indeed an accomplished student, but I do not want to if after graduation I become a Teacher. Because honestly I will not be able to, if later I have a student with a million advantages.

During my three years in school, I had many experiences that I could not forget, especially my classmates.

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In Secondary School, I had one of those boys fans. Just because his face was almost similar to mine, he was betrothed to me.

Damn again .. I had to have a class with him, until for three years, I had to be willing to grow up with the rumors.

But because I can't date, I also don't want to return all his attention, I'm also not too pe-de with the term courtship.

Because dating will definitely demand adult things, which will make me dizzy. And I don't want to grow up before my time either.

I also have a guy temen but weak gemulahinya cawing-ngalahin pure girls. His name is Andy, but he prefers to be called Candy. And he was said to be valiant?slim too no? his posture is rather high but fat in my opinion and his speech is soft.

I have one girl but she's very tomboyish. His nature is completely opposite to Candy the weak guy goulash. If Desty is a slim girl, beautiful but if you talk sengak (somewhat rude and disrespectful) to the size of a girl. So there is no calm in the least.

One of my BP teachers has a killer, though, I think he has the knowledge of kebatinan (can know the contents of people's hearts just by looking at him) and his gaze can make the student silent a thousand languages while in front of him. Her name is Bu Hesti Guru BP the best throughout my school.

Even so, he is one of the teachers I admire the most and most. Because he was also the one who drove me to join the calligraphy competition until the height of the Regency. Although I am not a champion, at least he also strengthened me, also told me about my talent that I do not know.

The Mathematics teacher was the teacher I avoided the most, not because of difficult formulas but because he could also read the contents of people's hearts. Exactly the same as my BP teacher, it makes me a little uncomfortable, let alone intersect with people like them.

Mr. Sugeng is a teacher of art drawing lessons, and from him I learned drawing techniques. I also learned that I have a talent for drawing.

He also told me about high school to develop my talent later and I'm really excited about it.

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...🌹FLASH BACK ON🌹...

"Sorry, may I ask? there is such a school, right?" I asked Mr. Sugeng.

"There's Ryani, but it's in the middle of town, so there's three special schools for all kinds of art."

"Oh yeah?"

"First there are fine arts schools, both dance and gamelan special schools, and all three special schools of music. And from what Mr. Sugeng knows, it looks like you are suitable for school in the art department."

I still speak a thousand languages. Confused and in disbelief.

"Oh yes one more, you will always support your goals and decisions" he said.

"But sir, Ryani has no drawing talent, do you want to teach Ryani how to draw well?"

"Of course, if Ryani wants to" she replied with a smile.

"Thank you sir."

...🌹FLASH BACK OFF🌹...

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From then on, Ryani began a course with him so that he could hone his talent properly and correctly. And of course to avoid the subjects of mathematics, wkwkwkwkwkwk ....

It's a nonsensical reason but it's true. He just wants to develop his hidden talent. When it comes to finances he will try to pursue a scholarship and for his shortcomings he will ask his mother for help.

Until finally I expressed my intention to my father and mother about my desire to go to school in the art department.

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They were also shocked by my decision.

"Are you sure of Ryani's decision? is the school far from home and in the city center? do you also know that at school the majority of students are mostly men?" Refute my father.

"Not even talking about uda on checkmate!" my inner.

I only dared to lower my head, because I did not really know the condition of the school I chose. But I remember there was my neighbor who happened to be a girl and school there. His name is Salsa.

"Sir, Ma and Kak Rega .. sorry earlier that Ryani suddenly decided to go to school there, which I know only in school that I can realize my dream to become a designer," my spoken.

"Know for myself, I don't like other vocations."

"For example, the department of culinary arts, for the matter of cooking I'm sure 'do not need school I can also learn to cook by self-taught."

They were silent and still listening to my reasons.

"For accounting majors, I'm sorry I don't like to count a lot of money but 'there is apparently, a fictitious alias."

"Especially the majors IPA, IPS, BAHASA INDONESIA which will later lead to the profession of teacher. Though I 'have never had the ambition to be a teacher, but if I become a doctor I might still be able to consider."

"Only one that I think is the most suitable is a fine arts major, indeed I am not too talented but if honed properly I can certainly!"

Such were the words of my guiding teacher, who was always ringing in my head. Unknowingly, I spoke at length.

"I'm sorry once again I'm sorry to all of you, I just want to fight for my ideals, may you, ma'am?"

Everything is still silent and silent. I know what they were thinking at the time, the cost. An obstacle that could hinder me later.

"You know about the school fees later I'll try to get another scholarship, but if I'm sorry I still need my mom and dad's help."

I explained at length, because I knew there was a reason why I shouldn't go to school.

"If Sister Rega is worried about me because I will be close to a lot of guys, I will go to school with a hijab, so I can help me and protect me from the eyes of the male students, promise!" I said it earnestly.

I begged the blessing of the whole family that night, I had no way but to tell them the truth. And I can only pray that my wish may be granted.

They were all silent for a few minutes, until my mother spoke.

"If that's what you want, I give you my blessing, but on condition that you have to really go to school and be the best of everything" said my mother.

I only shed tears, because I know very well, all this time that supported me in terms of education was my mother. Because it was my father and the others as if they did not care about my presence in this family.

"As for Ryani, if anything happens don't involve me in it" said Kak Rega as he passed leaving us who are still in the family room.

I just looked down and would remember everything Rega said.

"I will prove that I will not disappoint you and after I graduate I will reach my goals later" I said in my heart.

The bigger I get, the more difference I show the more obvious I feel. I am no one compared to my brothers who have been successful, but I believe I can succeed like them, even though the path I take is different.

Yes this is the path I choose, I will not retreat even though I do not know what obstacles are waiting for me in front of me later.

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My new school life began.

At 05.30 WIB

From today I'm going to go to the school of my dreams.

A few days ago I was admitted to that school. Before, I had taken the drawing exam there, and my test scores were very satisfying, until my upperclassman there praised me for the entrance exam.

The white-gray uniform was attached to my body, not forgetting I was wearing my hijab. And I went to school on public transport.

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...SORRY IF IN MY FIRST WORK THERE ARE STILL MANY TYPO SCATTERED WHERE MANA🙏...

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