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54. Tunas Bangsa High School

Anissa POV

The morning had arrived, today was my first time heading to school after a long holiday. Yes, not a holiday because of his schedule from school, but rather because I myself did not enter during that time. It's been a few months of self-defeating, in the house that only I, Bi Ira, and Mama alone.

Right on the portal with the writing of Tunas Bangsa High School, I re-educated in a new school. This decision has been unanimous, leaving behind all the good memories of the old school with friends, teachers, and especially Rebal. To be honest I still feel at home there, but this is more to eliminate boredom. Since a few months of closing myself, I can now breathe a sigh of relief.

Along the way to the school location, quite far, and I went early in the morning with my mother. Using public transport, we both go through the causeway and carry out our respective routines. Now I have come out of the house of Rephal, the house of the palace which now buries a deep grudge about hurting.

Naive indeed, for almost seventeen years living in the basement with both feet of the mother who had been shackled by the irresponsible man, then I just kept quiet. This time, I walked on the edge. To get into the building, it feels heavy. Over the burden of the problem that has been borne so far.

Now my days seem ordinary, because in this school there is no one I know. My name is Anissa, the female gender, and I am a person who likes to wear hijab. Although in school girls rarely wear hijab, but I want to appear like a Muslimah that Allah wants and your religious teachings.

Before long, my two ears heard a loud rumbling sound like a person fighting. However, I don't know where the sound center came from. Upon my arrival in the corridor, this gaze was fixed on a young man who was gathering in front of the mading, precisely in the library.

Since I did not know the room I was going to, a step stopped in front of the portal with the words School Head Room. Upon my arrival in front of the room, many students and students still pass by beside my body. Even many of them did not wear the hijab, casting their gazes.

Then I ventured to walk back to the doorway, where there was a woman mopping the floor with a slight humming. Tightly, I knocked on the door slowly.

“Assalammualaikum ..” my sap.

One missed call, because the mopping school worker was clogging both ears using earphones. Then I tried to come back to knock on the door, hoping she would hear it.

“Assalammualikum ..” say again.

The second call was nil, even the school worker turned his back on me. Feeling very tired, I sat down in a chair lined up neatly made of iron. The paint is also harmonious, blue like the walls of a school building.

While waiting for the principal, I fell silent while staring at the focus of the road that connects to the parking lot. Then, a female student without a hijab sat her body beside me. His presence made the chair tremble small, along with a knotty smile, he threw it right on this face.

In order not to be considered an arrogant child, I returned his smile a little. Then we both did the action, he was busy combing his hair and tying using a red bandana.

A few minutes later, the bell rang. The students and students were scattering and running somewhere. However, I ignored them and remained seated on the chair, then the student was stunned beside me.

“You're not in the field?” tanyakanya.

“Ke field? Why?” I returned it while looking seriously.

“Apel morning, come on, where else are you going?” he said snatching speech.

“Should we go there?”

“If you don't, you can get a law arent,” he explained while fixing the tie.

“Oh, okay, I'm coming with you.” After saying, I followed the beautiful student and we walked along. From his gait, he was like a tomboy, because he wore a bracelet and walked like a man.

We finally got to the football field, I don't know which class suits me right now. To be sure, I followed the student and we were next to each other.

“Hey, you why the lines in our class? Get caught teacher,” he said a little whisper.

“Loh, which class am I?” my many.

Hearing my words, the student scratched his head. He looked like he was a confused person. Especially me, we are equally confused. The teachers have poured into the fodium, they give word of welcome, and the lectures are few.

Before the teachers came, the students were very noisy. However, after a young-looking man said, all the students silenced and watched. In about seven minutes he said, we were finally welcome to enter the classroom.

“Come, come with me,” said the student.

“Ya, go to class,” he replied.

“Emang my class where?”

“Loh, let's you IPA or IPS child. Kok, from earlier looked confused so.”

“Iya, I'm the new kid here.”

The deg!

Hearing that statement, the tomboy student as opposed to my speech fell silent while scratching his head. Little by little, his legs wanted to escape me.

“Hey, where are you going?” my yelling.

“I want to go to class, sorry if I'm wrong.”

Ih, that's weird, he's. It was very familiar, why suddenly run away try, my mind is singing.

After a few minutes of standing, I tried to go back to the principal's room that had been seen. With a fist, I finally reached the room and dyed from the doorway.

“Assalammualikum ..” my sap.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” replied a middle-aged woman wearing a white hijab.

“Bu, is Mom the principal?” manya curious.

“Yes, son, you're the new kid here?”

“Iya, Mom, I'm new kid.”

“It's worth me feeling so foreign, let's go in. Why don't you just wait in my room?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, Mom, there was a student who invited me. He said morning apple, so I'll just come with him.”

“Hmmm .. must have been Laras again,” grumbled.

We also sat facing. While the headmaster wrote something and made me just fixated. Then, he raised his body while taking his cell phone.

[Hallo, Mr Reza can go to my room?]

[Can, Mom, what's up, huh?]

[Important.]

Sounds faint from the phone conversation head seklolah. Then, the headmaster rested his body on the chair. This time the action was nothing but staring at me, along with the knotty smile she threw away, reflecting her wibawya as a school leader.

The room that decorates in the space is also very beautiful, many various crafts plastered on the table, cabinets, to the wall. I was focused on a photo that was on the back of his body, because it looked like someone. However, I don't want to be too pampered on that photo.

Breezy wind and sunlight through the window glass of the room, as if inviting yourself to enjoy the beautiful world outside. Because I haven't seen that beautiful panorama in a long time.

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