Prince Gesrek

Solidarity Without Boundaries

Deden occasionally seemed to hold back a laugh staring at his palm. He worked on one problem, then looked at his hand again, worked on the problem again, looked at his hand again, worked on the problem again, looked at his hand again. So it goes, until Gibran who secretly noticed thought Deden had gone crazy, eh but hasn't Deden's attitude been strange?

"Dedent! You cheat?!" tanya Pak Tono stared intently, approaching the seat of Deden.

Students who were busy working on the exam turned their attention to the Deden bench out of curiosity.

"No, Sir. While there are still buttons for the stamp-cup, why should you cheat?" Deden was honest, but not enviable. Suggested if you will repeat with good value how ... STUDY UP!

"Why do you keep looking at your hands?" asked Mr. Tono still suspicious.

"Ish .. Mr kepo!"

"Where do I see your hands!"

"Can't dong, sir!"

Pak Tono forcibly pulled Deden's hand at the sight of a writing, Pak Tono's expression suddenly changed.

"You wrote this yourself, huh?"

"That's nothing, sir. Ori, without intermediaries."

"What land do you think sells?!" Mr. Tono nodded, the sense of the curial disappeared. "Oh just dated, yeah."

Gibran who heard it was shocked. Deden? Is Key's consciousness starting to disappear? Or brainwashed? Is Deden dating a man who doesn't know where he's at? Deden's dating his own 'Pinky' bike?

"Yes, dong, sir," replied Deden.

"Surely alay, right? You must be jealous of each other in the beginning, right? They must be both boomers, right?" ask Mr. Tono bertubi.

"Kok ... old? Uh, know." Deden immediately corrected his words before Mr. Tono showed his hidden strength.

"Well, I was young too, gaes!"

"Well, gaul!"

"Work! Do not touch hands

keep going!"

The subjects one by one have been tested. Hands feel sore, eyes sore, the brain especially, the heat of the poll sample to the crown. Deden tidied up his equipment for the test, yes, even though it was only a pen and pencil, for the lack of other tools he just borrowed.

The bell had rung since then, quickly Deden left the classroom without realizing Gibran was just about to approach him.

Deden immediately ran towards Key's class, his steps halting when someone confronted him.

"Sir Deden!" a student stood up to Deden.

"Well, Sesha?" Deden looked confused, he regained his senses and immediately showed his right palm. "Some one has it."

Sesha clucked. "Know Sesha too, Brother! Tuh, right, potek, no wonder, brother? Something's broken, but not a ruler."

Deden laughs. "Keep why?" tanya Deden was confused.

"Sir Deden was called the secretary, told to leave, bye!" Sesha turned around leaving Deden who seemed to be thinking, but not so because his brain was not strong all day thinking.

Deden turned the direction to the headmaster's room, his bag was fixed, properly sidelined. The student typed something on his cell phone, sending someone a message.

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[Key, no business, don't go home first! Go home the same!]

The door of the room was knocked, sounding the voice from within that ordered Deden to enter.

"Corn, sir," said Deden half-down.

"Sit down, Den, sit down" asked Mr. Jahid.

"What's up, sir?" ask Deden who has been sitting sweetly in front of Mr. Jahid.

Mr. Jahid is still busy with his laptop, like looking for a folder in it.

"You see this," said Mr. Jahid turned the direction of the laptop screen towards Deden.

A video played shows a student sneaking into the principal's room, the student scrambling through documents, running around indistinctly, sitting in the corner of the room, he left the room and put a document under his shirt. Surprisingly, why was a cockroach not caught on camera? Is that a magical cockroach? Deden felt that the person in the video was very handsome, that is, the person himself. Very confident of this Deden.

"Beauty, Sir. Suitable to be a model or boyband," said Deden nodding.

"That's you, isn't it?"

Deden took a short breath. "Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"The people don't want to move, sir."

"But papa you asked."

"Urang was forced by papa."

"It's appropriate that the documents lost are only documents transfer school you," said Mr. Jahid understand, his face looks authoritative. "Then who turned on the music in the broadcasting room and triggered the fire alarm?"

"Urang told me to help. The law, sir. They don't, ' less tell 'em."

"Why don't you talk to your dad?"

"It won't work, sir."

"You know what you're doing is wrong."

Mr. Jahid looked out the window, he saw someone was peeking silently.

"You I've authorized the circumference of the field a hundred times."

Deden was surprised, but he obeyed Mr. Jahid's orders. "Now, Sir?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yaudah, no part laksanain punishment, sir." Deden got up from his seat, he stepped outside the room.

"Den," called Mr. Jahid, his eyes were shady, much different from that of papa Deden. Hence, Deden respected him a lot. "I'm Dirga's best friend, I'll help you to talk." Mr. Jahid smiled warmly.

"Truly, Sir?!" tanya Deden enthusiastically. "Thank you, sir, thank you." Deden's face changed.

"The punishment should not be forgotten" said Mr. Jahid reminded.

"Ready, Sir!" Deden respectfully, flipping his body like it was being lined up.

From the outside of the room three young people, grasak-grusuk immediately hid, they had eavesdropped on Deden's conversation with Pak Jahid. The three hunkers crouched in hiding, lined up behind tall trash cans. Perfectly fitting, it is true that young people are always looking for such a place, it seems like their short-sighted souls are already fully attached.

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[Key go home first. Sorry I can't stop, the business is still long.]

Deden sent the short message, after which he pocketed his cell phone and headed towards the field. Deden put his bag under a tree next to the field, the students passed by to go home. Deden began to run, around the vast field, as big as my love for you, uh.

"A hundred rounds. Urang keburu old no, yes, just finished? No more spare legs. Meatballs look good, huh. Mr. Kasim has how many children, huh?" deden's mind is unclear as to where.

Mr. Jahid saw from a distance, his eyes looking at the students who were running. Little by little, he knew how the boy lived.

Deden had run as much as five rounds, his face flushed from fatigue, especially now that the sun was watching on top of his head. "Haduh ... is still 95 rounds again," said Deden with an irregular breath.

Someone ran following the steps next to him. A sweet girl who always makes Deden's heart beat.

"Why are we, Key?How come you haven't come home yet?" tanya Deden rubbed the sweat on his forehead, his running speed started to decrease.

"Nemenin's boyfriend," replied Key flatly.

Deden smiled, his energy feeling full again. "That's fine, anyway. Whose girlfriend is this?" tanya Deden teased Key who was still flat-faced.

"Diem, huh. Run away the solemn ones'." They ran together, together with each other. The students who had intended to just pass by to be an impromptu spectator on the sidelines, they cheered cheering the couple who ran along with it.

"Sir! We're Demo! We were wrong too, sir! We want to be punished!" gibran was excited.

Gibran, Vino, and Juna who knew the reason for Deden's punishment approached Jahid and raised objections to him.

"Our law, sir. The law!" timpal Vino clenched his hands into the air.

"Yes!" juna said just come along.

"You go ahead, please," said Mr. Jahid lightly, a faint smile on his face. Mr. Jahid knows they will not accept, if his best friend is punished alone.

"Ehm .. That's a hundred rounds, sir. We run, right, ask .... For me yes, sir. Let's be fair" pinta Vino proposes.

"Yes!" Juna agreed.

"Yes, please," said Mr. Jahid again agreed.

"Tell, Sir?" ask Gibran to make sure.

"I like your solidarity" said Mr. Jahid smiling, his voice sounding wise.

The junkyard trio cheered happily, they flocked to the field, kept bags and came running in tandem with Key and Deden.

"What are you guys? How come you haven't come home yet?" ask Deden again confused.

"Nemenin, Captain!" answer the trio chuckle in unison.

Wait a minute, Deden feels deja vu. He did not care about it, Deden felt overwhelmed, uh moved, because his friends still wanted to be with him despite the difficulties. They are the best friends.

"Why are we here again? How come you haven't come home yet?" tanya Deden saw a student who had just come running.

"Lo's running too, Ra?" ask Key who has just looked back at his best friend since the replay.

"Since I broke up with the Kafan, my job was to eat seblak. I want to diet," replied Viera indifferently, he continued to run hand in hand with the others.

Two men return to the aimless escape, following in the footsteps of those who had joined before them.

"Woy! Why is it a marathon race? Bagas sama maneh why follow, Ze?" tanya Deden is increasingly frustrated because many people are running.

"Enemy!" answer Flat bagas.

"Nemenin ex!" Zea smiled, she ran along with the other steps.

Everyone who was running, except Deden looked shocked in disbelief. "Former?!" ask them simultaneously.

"Former gebetan! What a sensi y'all!" zea giggled amusedly.

Mr. Kasim passed by while carrying a pot full of meatballs. He was confused to see the students running at the same time, while the other students were cheering from the side.

"Pak Kasim why follow along!" tanya Deden and friends asked simultaneously.

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Hello, Gaes! How's things? Dimohin constructive criticism and advice, yes. The author was wrong, so I was angry.

Urang \= Me

Maneh \= You

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