My promise to you Anindya

Introductions

That is how a man who has a desire in him, when he sees the opposite sex beautiful or handsome must be immediately fascinated. That's how I feel right now, there's one woman who makes me gobsmack.

"Have you guys had breakfast before, Dek?" tanya Kak Putra scattered my daydreams.

"Already, Brother!"

"Who isn't?" ask again Brother Angga.

"Thank God be full, brother," answered us again.

"If you have breakfast, but innate lemes nih," said Angga.

"Well why is that, brother?"

"Yes, because my sister's stamina ran out because she saw her smile, Kak Nissa."

"Bucin go on!" shout us.

Yes so if we are falling in love, it must be carrying the innate.

"Good morning everyone!" A student stood waving on the stage.

"Good morning, brother!"

"Good morning, honey!"

"Good morning, young lady!"

"Good morning mother of my children!" That's what all of us MOS participants have been saying this year

"Oh, brother is ashamed." The student closed his mouth, smiling. "There's an old saying, don't know then don't love. So let's get acquainted. Ayu Cinta Lestari's older brother, the eleventh multimedia class and vice chairman of OSIS." Reciprocity.

"Sister Love! Love me!" exclaim a man from the MOS participant.

"Woy! He's my girlfriend!"

"He's my wife!"

"He! He's nobody to me."

Everyone in this room laughed because of the silly behavior of this year's MOS participants.

Women who became the host of MOS is very beautiful beauty, pigtail hair, clean white face dazzling, and smile like a village flower.

"Hi" said sister Cinta trying to stabilize the boisterous condition.

"Hi too!"

"Hi too, honey!"

"Main game yuk!" yell that schoolgirl.

"Come, Brother!"

"Okay, the game's easy. Later I will give you the stick, well you will pass each other to your friends until the song stops, understand." Giving the stick to the front child.

"We start with my balloon song there are five, you will follow the singing yes," he said, then gave a code to the committee who served in the sound section.

My balloon has five.

Color forms

Green yellow gray pink and blue

Erupting the green balloon.

"Dorr!" shouted all the humans in the area.

"Ah shit why me?"

Irwan laughed loudly. "****** you, Bambang," ceteluk Irwan pleasure.

"Lu's really a hobby and I'm gonna change people's names." I was so angry I said that.

The host called me.

"Let's go ahead yeah," said sister Cinta.

"Forward! Onward! Forward!" they shouted loudly, especially the slacker Irwan shouted with excitement of pleasure.

'Hopefully not strange game.' I shook my head and went up on stage.

There was a sense of shame when the direction of the stage took place, all eyes were fixed on me.

"Let's go over here near brother, Dek."

Arriving near Love's sister, he gave me a microphone. "What's his name, Dek?" ask her.

"My name is Gilang Sanjaya, Brother," I replied.

"What call?"

"Gilan-" Not yet finished I answered suddenly Irwan with his voice shouting.

"The call is Anjay, Brother!"

The hysterics all laughed at Irwan's words, but not to myself who held back the embarrassment.

'Wan, get home from here. We're fighting.' I glared at Irwan. Instead of being aware of his actions that humiliated me, he returned this sharp gaze with a wry smile.

"Roof, Deck. Your call turned out to be very strange," said sister Cinta. "We're going to play truth or dare. Well, I'd like to choose truth or dare?" Welcome asks.

"Hmm, if you have to choose. I choose Brother," I joked, making everyone laugh.

"Eh?! You're a dreadlocks yes, can baper brother if diginiin. Seriously why," said sister Cinta blushed embarrassed.

"Well, new acquaintances have been serious," I joked.

That's how I try to follow the plot that is befalling, so as not to be too stiff and dampen the shame in historic events in each of those who just entered school.

Brother Love laughed a little. "Lost, make a gemes deh," replied Brother Love embarrassed.

"I'll choose truth, brother."

"Well, if so take a roll of paper in this box," said Kak Cinta.

By saying the bismillah in my heart, hoping not to get the niggling things I would do, taking the random scroll papers and giving them to Kak Cinta.

The female ponytail slowly opened a small roll of paper bound by a knot of blue thread. "Song for an ex!" yelled Brother Love who made everyone hysterical.

"Huh?! What alumni are discussed? I don't have an ex, brother. I'm still a high-ting virgin," I joked.

Love returned with a small laugh. "You can take it." He shook his head. "Okay, now you sing a song about my sister deh, uh means about love that," continued Kak Cinta.

"On love, huh? Okay I sing to you, brother." I said.

I sang a song from a solo singer named "Anji" under the title "Waiting You" which according to some experts even listeners are very romantic, that song is what I sang at the punishment this time.

At the time of singing the song, I somehow looked at a woman in a white veil, who was smiling at me.

'I want to get to know him further.'