Patok Tenda
SPT 2'S
A few months later.
The opening event of the new MOS begins. The first appearance is Saman dance from Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam as well as the most favorite extracurricular at SMA Negeri Batanghari 3, Padang, West Sumatra.
The second is an appearance of exkul choir by performing Indonesian national songs and regional songs originating from West Sumatra along with traditional music accompaniment.
The third, then the third exkul tervaforit that scouts. With agile and authoritative and looks dashing they do a variety of scout activities ranging dance semaphore, United Nations stick, ordinary UN, ropes and set up tents. All accompanied by the song Mars Scouts. As a final touch, they gathered together to form a neat row while singing the Scout Hymn. Many students cheered and applauded.
"Huh, thank God that everything is smooth" Saras said as he wiped the sweat on his temple.
"Yes. But, I look around, like many of our classmates who like scouts," said Sindy after sipping mineral water.
"Not really, when you first entered here, many students who entered scouts he said he was exciting including you too. Uh, the longer the members a little, he said tired of the heat-warming mulu. Finally, the only thing that goes into Scout Batanghari is this way, right?" timpal, Rudy, overheard their conversation.
"Yes, too, brother. Huh, just PHP-in we doang," grumbled Bima annoyed.
"PHP is not. Ahhaha!" fuck them all.
"PHP was at that time. Do you remember 'no? At the same camp in the city of Padang, I met a very handsome guy, we continued to meet, uh his camp was finished he left me so alone. 'No phone number or anything. Sad," said Saras recalls the moment of camp last year.
"His name is also a scout, there must be a moment of the game," responded brother Rudy.
"Wihh, how much experience have you had? Must be a lot?" ask Ninda curious.
"Yes, that's it" she replied briefly.
"News, Brother! The story!" ria's word is impatient.
"Where is it? If you tell me again, Brother became upset," refused brother Rudy with a look of excitement all over him.
"yeah. Story, Brother! I'm curious!"
"Yes, Brother! The story! Curious know!"
"OK, okay Brother will tell you a story. So ...." No wind, no rain, bells ringing signs of class even MOS, still no empty hours of learning is still going on.
"Well!" Everyone cheered in lethargy.
"Hehe next time Brother story huh! You're in class, Ciee, who's one year away from graduating!" said Brother Rudy while standing up and taking the backpack that was on the table.
"Jude, please." They walked straight to their classes.
After school.
"Older days we don't camp. Kangen knows." Bima broke the originally silent atmosphere.
"Yes yes. Really kangen. Moreover, the time to wake up the younger class with the jang-ancang sahur when mah 'no," said Risa with a nimble at the end of her speech.
"But, we're automatic 12th class, lots of tasks. So, how could we possibly go to camp again? Especially Jamboree," said Ria who participated in the conversation.
"Yes, hopefully we can join the camp again or can vice-present our school for Jamboree. We pray, who knows if it's 'no?" Ihsan said wisely.
"Yes yes. Tumben nih sage," Bima timpal then embrace his friend.
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"Assalamu'alaikum! Lili's home!" ria said while opening the door of her house.
"Kumsalam," replied Sukma Ria's brother. Her full name is Sukma Putri Eliyanti. He has now graduated from school and is studying at the University of Negri Padang semester 3. The distance is only 4 years adrift, therefore, not infrequently they always fight even though things are simple.
"Not so sincere, his tone," said Ria while staring cynically at Sukma.
"Wa'alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh!" sukma continued with a forced tone.
"Well, that's dong. Oh yeah, how lonely? On where?" ria asked while spreading her gaze.
"To the market," replied Sukma in a flat tone.
"Well?"
"Gleaning rubbish!" reply Sukma with annoyance.
"Amboys! Since when to go to the market just collect garbage?" ria asked with a look of begging for a tabokan.
"Buy the vegetables! If you know what it is?! Just get changed!" crush Sukma until his face is as red as a tomato.
"I think it's starting to explode ehehe's anger, "Ria's inner self.
"What look?! Get changed!" connect Sukma. This time, it was the flower vase that almost floated up.
"Eh, yes. Forgive me!!" ria said as she raised her hands and ran towards her room.
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