My Love is Wrong

Ara likes to grow crops

Ara

The next day, I went to school as usual.

I love when I get to school, because I get to meet my friends.

There is Wiwin who is always cheerful and always has a myriad of stories and topics of conversation. Haris who is clever and likes to make funny stories that enliven the classroom atmosphere when the lesson hours are empty. And there is Pram who always accompany me during the break even though sometimes I am often nervous if close to him. I don't know what to say. Because I'm not good at telling stories. Oh yes there is Budi who often debate ma Pram, the person is smart and smart too. There are many if there are them.

As usual, we took the scheduled lesson.

During the 3rd lesson, suddenly our class leader, Eki entered and announced that Biology lessons could not be filled by the teacher, because there was an obstacle. So in order not to make a fuss, we were told to read in the school library.

I walked to the school library. And so did my other friends.

The situation outside is actually hot, but because near the library a lot of flowers and trees so it feels very cool, and the wind is very soothing..

The library is not far from my class. I saw the atmosphere of the library was quiet and deserted. There were only a few students and Herry the library guard teacher. My eyes are fixed on book2 how to grow crops. I picked up one of the books, then looked for an empty seat.

Not long after Pram came to me .

"Ara, you like to grow crops ya. wah cool nih". said Pram and immediately took a seat right in front of me.

I just smiled and looked at the book that Pram had brought. It turns out that Pram likes poetry. I continue reading my book.

Silent... My friends picked up a book they liked and started reading it.

Sometime later Pram suddenly took my book. "Ar, seriously very si" said Pram in a soft voice. Pram. I caught a glimpse of it, and I tried to get my book back. But Pram gestured with the index finger on his lips so I wouldn't make a fuss.

This pram's behavior pisses me off. "Hmm .. why is this child so nosy.nyebelin:" my inner.

I took the book, and smiled. I continued reading and Pram also seemed to have started reading.

Pram read while occasionally looking at me.

"Ar, do you like poetry? I can make you a poem?" ask Pram in a soft voice.

I smiled and nodded my head. I saw Pram smile.

About an hour passed, the bell rang. We started returning the books to the shelves and left the library.

I went to class, followed by Pram walking beside me.

"Ara, tomorrow is Sunday. We're looking at yuk.. My plan is for Budi, Rendi and Ardi to have a surgery tomorrow. Deket aja, to the plaza2 line of the city. Follow yuk..!" pram said expectantly.

I just said "Yes, we'll see tomorrow, so on Sunday I like to sleep until noon. And help mom wash her clothes".

Pram was not satisfied with my answer... "Please Ar, I'm interrupting your vacation once. Pleases.. "Pram tried to persuade me.

I felt sorry to see it, then I smiled and nodded my head.. "Yes, but go get it". I said.

Pram immediately gave his thumbs up, "Ready Ar. makasi, tomorrow around 7 I pick you up" he said.

It looks like Pram seneng..

We went back to class and prepared to go home.