OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Exposure to Socialization PPDB

After passing through several classrooms, they finally arrived in front of the door of the ninth classroom, visible from outside the classroom. Students seem impatient to receive material exposure from Mr. Akhmad.

"Please enter! the children are waiting" said Bu Lastri to invite Mr. Akhmad to socialize.

"Oh yes, thank you Mom!" sahut Pak Ahmad slightly lowered his head and immediately stepped into the 9th classroom.

After Mr. Ahmad had entered the 9th classroom, he prepared all the equipment that would be used to help himself in presenting socialization activities at Junior High School.

After everything has been installed and is ready to be used, such as laptops and projectors that have been plastered in front of 9th grade students Mr. Ahmad opened the event by saying hello. "Assalamualaikum, kids! said Mr. Ahmad opened a socialization event.

"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi Westarakatuh" students said the greeting from Mr. Ahmad is by replying to greetings.

"Good morning kids, how are you today?" tanya Pak Toha started the socialization event.

"Thank God, it's amazingly good!" answer the students compact.

"What about today, are you ready to receive socialization exposure from me?" continued Mr. Ahmad opened his hands wide.

"It's ready, sir!" shouted the compact students. "Okay then, I just started socializing today, please you look ahead there is a white screen later the father will display a video of participants photos of the activities of students of SMK A in the place of the father teaching." pinta Pak Ahmad so that serious students listen to the exposure of him.

After thirty minutes of the socialization event took place, Mr. Ahmad also resigned from the presence of 9th grade students. He walked to the office room to say goodbye to Bu Lastri who had just invited himself to give a presentation about the profile of SMK A where he taught.

"Hay, Sir! how is the socialization done? tanya Bu Lastri greeted Mr. Ahmad who looks new out of the classroom 9 with a large bag containing a laptop and projector.

"Hi too, Mom! Thankfully, socialization went well. I'm saying goodbye, Mom!" mak Ahmad explained as he walked towards the living room with Bu Lastri.

"Oh so, let's sit first in the living room" exclaimed Bu Lastri invited Mr. Ahmad to take a short break in the living room while chatting.

"Oh yes, Mom! thank you! said Mr. Ahmad thank Bu Lastri.

When Pak Ahmad was sitting in the living room, Rasti walked past him very cuek he played hp in front of Pak Ahmad.

Ahmad was curious, who is he? so haughty and arrogant without greeting himself who was sitting in the living room while waiting for Miss Lastri to come bring a letter of duty that has been given a stamp.

"Hi Ma! busy huh? sapa Pak Ahmad frowned.

"Hi too sir! not so busy just playing games, why sir?" rasti replied without looking at Mr. Ahmad and his fingers continued to play his cellphone.

"Oh it's okay, Mom! just to ask." said Mr. Ahmad nervous.

"There's no clock?" asked Mr. Ahmad to Rasti.

"there is no sir! but later my last hour is taught in 9th grade." replied Rasti ketus.

"Rasti" replied Rasti briefly.

"oh Bu Rasti, a pretty name as pretty as the person." Praise Mr. Ahmad to Rasti.

Rasti just smiled wryly at the praise of Mr. Ahmad.

"can you get her number, ma'am?" pinta Pak Ahmad with a smile.

"Make what? how important is my phone number to you?" chirp Rasti knitted his two eyebrows.

"Include my name Ahmad, ma'am!" tukas Pak Ahmad while extending his hand, invites Rasti to shake hands.

"Oh Ahmad continued Rasti so arrogantly.

"Why ask for my phone number?" asked Rasti, reaffirming.

"Yes, make a list of phone numbers in my phone contacts" replied Mr. Ahmad floating.

"Just to meet HP contacts, Mr Ahmad?" asked Rasti frowning. "yes! so that we can further communication connect the relationship, give each other information, and of course we can be closer maybe one day I pass in front of the house Bu Rasti can I stop by." said Mr. Ahmad with ease.

"why come to my house? I don't have a home yet! I am still hitchhiking in the old man." said Rasti clarify his status who is still hitchhiking at his parents' house. "may I stop by his parents' house Bu Rasti" continued Mr. Ahmad smiled with his PD.

"close to my parents' house! want what? what's important?. What does it take for my parents? my busy parents are rarely at home." exclaimed Rasti rejected the desire of Mr. Ahmad to play to his parents' house. "yes just connect friendship with his parents Bu Rasti. Isn't connecting a relationship that's very beautiful and can extend our lives, Mom?" asked Mr. Ahmad to raise one eyebrow.

"really?" rasti asked Mr. Ahmad.

"Mum, that's so right! if you do not believe just ask Bu Lastri." explained Mr. Ahmad brought the name Bu Lastri to give the right reason to Rasti. "Come on! What's the matter? looks like someone is on this PDKT!" Ms. Lasstri raised both corners of her lips.

"what the hell! we are just chatting ordinary!' the word Rasti rejected the words of Miss Lastru.

"even though PDKT is also okay. Is that Mr Ahmad?" sambar Bu Lastri landed himself in a corner chair while giving a letter of duty to Mr. Ahmad.

"this is sir, the letter of duty I have just stamped." explained Bu Lasstri told Mr. Ahmad, that his duty letter was known to the father of the principal. "Thank you very much, Mom! it has given me time to socialize and meet face-to-face with 9th grade students." Mr. Rahmat kept a letter of duty from his Headmaster, a sign that he had carried out socialization duties at Junior High School P.

"Oh yes, Mr Ahmad I stay in first huh? There is something important that I have to finish, please Mr. Ahmad continued to chat with Ms. Rasti." Continue to Mr. Lastri please leave Mr. Ahmad in the living room with Mr. Rasti.

"please Mom! soon I will also go home." replied Mr. Ahmad getting ready to continue his duties.

Bu Lastri walked to the office room and left Pak Ahmad with Rasti chatting in the living room, while Rasti was still busy with her cellphone. Ahmad said goodbye to Rasti, but when Pak Ahmad was about to step his foot out of the living room Rasti held back his footsteps with unexpected remarks.