My promise to you Anindya

What is His name

Cross Sanjaya that is my name that is simple but full of meaning, want to know the meaning?

ask my mom and dad, hahaha.

Everyone has their own life motto, some want to be successful, some aesthetic, and some are short dense and clear. Like the living motto I have: Santuy ae.

I was often called Alang in my family, but if with my close friends called Anjay, the name piece from Sanjaya, at first he was uncomfortable getting the bad call, over time, I have been enjoying. Having that unique nickname, I don't think it's bad. But sometimes make emotions when the call is heard in an inappropriate place.

I'm 16 years old and have 3 brothers, 20-year-old brother is Satria, is that a simple name, isn't it? But even though it is simple, I have to call his name completely, because if you call him incomplete will be mashed with him, you know why? When the word "Bang" is combined with the first three letters of its name "Sat".

And so I have a cute little sister named Nirmala Andalia who is 8 years old, I think she has super strength, which is seduction with her face. Every time, whether it's me, brother, or father and mother always melt and give whatever he likes, even in a state of anger to him.

Now that I am entering the next level of education which is SMK, I hope to find close friends and good teachers. I want to rush to school on the first day, with new uniforms, new shoes, new bags, new books, but there is one thing that is not new, yes my face that never changed remains ordinary aja—but according to the girls in Junior High, I have a handsome face—like before.

At 04:00 my cell phone rang.

Because I'm selow.

Selow.

Very selow.

Stay selow.

Relax ... relax.

The soul mate is not going anywhere.

I woke up happy because later I would meet new people and life, moving from a mattress that has strong gravity to the bathroom to get ready for Fajr Prayer with my family.

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar (2x)

Asyhadu allaa willaaha (2x)

Ashhadu anna Muhammadar rasuulullah (2x).

Hayya's 'alashshalaah (2x)

Hayya's (2x).

Allaahu Akbar, Allaahu Akbar (1x)

Laa lilaaha (1x)

After finishing the prayer I get ready to take a shower and prepare school supplies well without anyone missing, because I do not want on my first day memorable "GATOT" aka failed miserably. Spray perfume here and there so that every inch on this body becomes fragrant and does not miss my flagship pomade, glazing hair in a trendy style.

"Gilak Gans is really me."

The watch shows the time at 06:00

I also say goodbye with my father and mother to ask for blessing so that on the way is fine until home.

"Be careful on the road, son. Remember, don't be reckless!" my mother emphasized the word stubborn.

"yes, Mom."

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsallam."

I turned on this flagship matic motor that the gas guy said "MBEERRRR".

"Bismillah."

Drove the motor at a leisurely pace while enjoying a sunny morning because the air is still very fresh,

The smell of fresh air will smell his true self, making the mind and lungs become happier. Unpolluted air will have carbon dioxide stains. Sliweran felt a gentle breeze touching my skin.

Exactly at 06:30 I have arrived at this new school—SMK PELITA JAY—with the nuances of nature, because many lush trees that make the eyes so cool. I parked the mainstay motorbike in the school parking lot. I see, there are quite a lot of students gathered in the main square.

They are divided into several groups while telling stories in the style of students +62. Plus the students who huddled with ria-ghibah.

"Basar ya women, early in the morning already ghibah aja." Shaking this head to see human behavior in the female genre, why the he likes ghibah? At least if the exact meeting ghibahin people, not family, or friends. That's if the cat's lahiran must have got their ghibahin.

I was confused about what to do next, I finally decided to wait in a shady seat while hunting for treasure.

"Oah, it's really good to snack on this beautiful morning, well get a big gold this time."

"Hope everyone gather in the main square and line up neatly. Because the MOS ceremony is about to start!" a teacher's shout surprised me who was busy hunting.

We all immediately ran around following his instructions and made a neat row on the main square. The new ceremony lasted thirty minutes, but many of the students had fainted and some complained that the headmaster had given his welcome.

"Ah well, that's my father to say a welcome or want a fairy tale anyway, very long ago!" It seems that some of the new students are starting to get emotional because of the length of the wait.

At 07:30.

Finally finished it was the ceremony that made the participants grumble.

"The next event will begin, please head to the main hall!" shouted one of the seniors.

We all started walking towards that place. Right now I'm a little awkward on the way, because I look around in groups and I'm alone. Honestly, I'm shy if you don't know, but if you already know it is usually shy. Glanced to the right and left to see if there was anyone I knew to talk to.

'Eh that's not Irwan.' From a distance I saw someone I knew very well.

"Woy, Irwan bin Abdul!" my screams that made several pairs of eyes glanced at the source of the sound that contained the meaning of ridicule when SD.

He glanced around looking for the voice he was familiar with and when he found out it was me. He said, "Gosh, call my father everything" Irwan grumbled.

I'm laughing a little. "Casual dong, I forgot that you entered this school as well. Good thing there's you, Wan. If there is no oath, I will be alone like a madman" I said at length to him.

"Same, Lang. We're thinking, let's rush us to the hall."

We both walked around embracing the shoulders, making some students wonder. After arriving, we were asked to march back neatly.

"Okay everyone, I will read the names in the group, please listen carefully!"

During the time of the group division, Irwan and I glanced in all directions. Looking for whether there is a beautiful or not, understand the turmoil of the desire of adolescents whose puberty is busy blooming. And finally called the group 9.

"Group nine! Cross Sanjaya, Irwan Irawan, Ayu Lestari, Anindya and Muhammad Akbar!"

"Dine, Wan. We're one group."

Then some final groups continued.

"All the names mentioned earlier, please go directly to the respective group builder!"

Everyone was busy looking for the coach, we all got together and introduced each other, a senior mentor of the group of nine named Khairun Nissa, an eleventh class of accounting and there was one more but nowhere.

"Sorry, Niss. I was late, I was told to clean up the equipment with the teacher." The older brother spoke with hunting breaths as he spoke.

"It's okay, there you know them." His face was a little upset to see his friend late.

"Heyyo, guys." He waved his right hand at us. "Know the name of Angga Saputra's brother, call it Putra or Angga. Free, whatever you want to call me." Reciprocity.

"Hello, Brother Putra," we said in unison.

Irwan and I were just whispering because in this group the girl is beautiful, especially Anindya, with a white hijab like an angel.

'God is very beautiful Your servant God.' I murmured.