Nadia For Aidan's
Charity Concert
Today is a long-awaited day, a routine activity that is held every year. The organizer must arrive early to school to ensure that this activity is really ready to be carried out. Event
this involves many parties, ranging from the school, the school committee representing the parents of students, the sponsors who have given their support, he said, and of course the students of this school who will fill and enliven the charity concert event that we carry out as the theme this year.
Not all students can appear in this event, because they have passed the selection process. So, this event is also a race to find the best. The students are very enthusiastic in this event, they can display their talents, ranging from singing, dancing, musical drama or performing with a band they formed themselves. In addition there will be special performances from teacher representatives who will give their best performances on stage with the accompaniment of this school orchestra.
“Before the event starts we start with do’a so that everything runs smoothly” we also bow our heads tidying do’a according to the instructions of Mr. Ardi the chairman of this event. “ok, please friends to carry out the task well, please always put forward teamwork.” Add Mr. Ardi with spirit.
One by one the invited guests are parents and guardians of students come a few minutes before the event is open. Invitational guests can see the exhibition of paintings and fine arts results from art class students displayed lined up along the hall to the hall, where the charity concert was held.
The festivities of the event began with a stand up comedy performance from class X IPA II that shakes the stomach of the audience and continued with performances from students eskul theater, then continued with the appearance of other student representatives. They displayed their stupefied talent, with an incredible young spirit.
They can express freely forgetting for a moment the task of learning in class. Applause from the audience appreciates their every performance. Youth is the right time to make all achievements, which will be valuable memories that will be remembered as valuable experiences. That's what they're doing now.
Acarapun continues to the core and closing events. The last performance of the offerings from the teacher representative choir team accompanied by the school pride orchestra. I also participated
to contribute my mediocre voice.hihi. It is true that this teacher team is only an impromptu group formed to enliven this event. We try to bring out our best capabilities.
Deggs..
“Why is he here my inner sih” shocked to see the front row of guests. He crossed his arms
on the chest while looking at me with her sharp eyes. Geez, make a horror aja guy. Ehhh is it just my feelings? Bodo ahh's…
Time has shown at five o'clock in the afternoon. The event was very lively, all thanks to the cooperation of all parties involved from the beginning of the preparation to the implementation.
One by one the invited guests left the event, the committee team stayed and some students involved in the event were still in school.
“Bu Nadia..bu Nadia.
The sound from behind surprised me. I saw Jasson walking half-run after me with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“This is for mom.” Jasson handed the bouquet to me with a smile on her face.
“Thank you Jasson” I received the flower gladly. “What is this true for mom?”
“Of course thisas a thank you from our class” answered. “What bu Nadia likes?”
“Yes, I like. It's beautiful once.”
“Thank you then, next time I will give you a beautiful flower again.” Jasson said in a soft voice
“Hhmmm..? why?” I asked because I didn't hear Jasson's words.
“Ehm.. no ma'am, I'm sorry. See you later.” he said hastily leaving me before replying.
While walking towards the teacher's room I admired this flower, to the point of not paying attention to my steps and my body almost
I fell because I accidentally hit my nose with something hard and I lost my balance and almost fell down.
So surprised I could not make a sound just close my eyes tightly, hoping to reduce the taste
the pain will arise because my head will hit the floor.
“Are you ok?”
There was a very nice sound to hear and I did not feel any pain in my head and there was a warm flow on my shoulders.
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Verrel Aidan Pramudya
“Aidan, mom wait at school now, soon also finished the show. Mama didn't take the excuse
anything.” The call was over I didn't have time to say anything.
I saw the clock showing at 13:30 WIB, and I was thinking where it might be new at the event
it's tuesday. I consider a more precise invitation or order of mama.
I called my secretary, to rewind one more agenda meeting I had to attend, and immediately took my suit and left the office. Hopefully there is something interesting there so I will not feel any loss for having left half my job.
It didn't take long to get to school, I was greeted by a few attendant students
welcoming guests and they drove me to the venue.
back here. After my decision to continue High School in another school came out of my comfort zone and it was the best decision I made, even though my last year had to transfer schools abroad.
I spread my eyes and I found some memories that had been left behind at this school. Turns out
this school has changed a lot since I graduated.
“Son, finally you have time to come.” My mom welcomed me and a few guests
standing up to welcome me friendly. After, mama introduced me to the guests, I was finally able to sit quietly. Huuff…
“Not him teaching here?”I muttered while looking for someone.
“Why? Who are you looking for?” suddenly my mother's voice surprised me. “Gak, mom. Just a little foreign, though,
been here a long time again.”
“Mama seneng you want to come,” said mama while putting her hand on my cheek. “Semoaga ahead of him
you can help a little mama's work here, if you can't, at least you can have a wife who wants to help mama manage this school.” Say mama lyrics in my ear while smiling ignorantly.
I didn't answer my mother's wishes, and I tried to enjoy the show. Seeing the young
being creative reminds me of the old school days, which I chalked up with many achievements and fun school memories.
Although I am a child with a myriad of achievements, but I have also made my name
in the teacher's notebook BK. Remembering that makes me want to smile.
“Mother/mom arrived at our last event. Thank you for coming and participating
father/mother are all in support of the school's charity concert this time. Next as the closing of this event, let us welcome the special offerings of our teachers. Great applause and see you at the next charity concert.” The host closed the show.
“Reacted you are here.” I saw who was on stage. My eyes are focused on
one person was singing on stage and I think he knew that I was talking about him, sometimes he threw his eyes away in the other direction and then our views met again.
“Nak, you want to come
eat together first or want to go home directly?” Ask your mom when the show is already
done that.
“I want to go straight home mah, eat at home.”
“Well then wait for mama first. Mama wants to say goodbye first. We went home together, and my mom has
weary. Mama left me in the corridor alone, to say goodbye to the school staff.
While waiting I went around looking at the creations of the students on display throughout
the school corridor. Suddenly I heard someone calling the name of the person I thought I knew. My guess turned out to be true. Across the northern corridor was a snot boy who was giving a bouquet of flowers to his teacher.
Why I don't like what I see, and why he accepts it so happily. So I clenched my hands to see them smiling together.
I turned my back and moved away from there. A few minutes later someone
bumped into my chest. He almost fell down if I did not quickly pull his body, so we were so close that I could feel his breath.
As the seconds of time stopped, our eyes met as if we could not blink. I'm soon
mastering the situation and breaking the time yamg stopped us.
“Are you ok?” manya surprised. Before he answered, we were shocked by a voice coming from behind us.
“Aidan.. Nadia..”.
seriated
