Secretly Likes Him

DDSD 2: Like Getting Support System

Meeting participants turned to look at participants who answered Desi's proposal.

''Yes, right, for that I have a single-sector thinking not played out. Simply double sectors only, count to try a new field.'' said Desi.

''Yes right too.''

''Agreed Des.''

''Again the Desi proposal.''

Several meeting participants agreed to Desi's proposal.

''Alright, because it is still reaping pro-contra, we see the percentage of Desi proposal.'' said the chairman of Desi's favorite osis.

Desi immediately wanted to collapse when her name was called. His heart was weak, however, instantly he could instantly be sober for professionals. It was not the first time his name was mentioned.

Meleyot adeek😭 liver that's how Desi bathin.

''How are you, Pras? agree is not the same Desi proposal?'' ask meeting participants who disagree with Desi's proposal earlier.

Pras turned to look at the beautiful girl.

''I personally like badminton, so there is no harm if this year we enter the list that will be contested, all try a new field, 'kan.'' Pras replied.

Hearing Pras' answer, Desi's smile immediately expands because it is like getting a support system. The girl snorted in annoyance and gave a cynical look to Desi.

Actually they have no problem. Only the pros of the con between opinions. Desi doesn't want to get dizzy.

''OK well. who do not agree badminton held this year please raise your hand ..!'' exclaim Pras with his firm voice which is very suitable with his title as chairman of the osis.

All the participants of the meeting.

Desi's smile expanded again when he saw that the only three people raised their hands. And it is certain that it is a genk that has been compact to counter with Desi's decision.

''Means the others agree huh?'' tanya Pras makes sure to go back.

''Agree, Brother.'' replied from class X meeting participants.

''Agree, Pras.''

Sahut their.

''OK then, the first badminton.'' Pras wrote badminton on a white board with a marker that he had been holding.

''Futsal same volleyball, it's not much need .''' other sahut.

''What about the others?'' ask Pras.

''Agree, the three have taken a lot of time, we also need a lot of costs to carry out this event to run well.'' said another.

Pras nodded in agreement, then continued to write the next two sports, futsal and volleyball.

''Well yes, for the branches that are contested enough these three only.''

Yaaaaaaa...

The participants of the compact meeting were legal except for three girls who did not approve Desi's proposal.

''Ok, for participants who will participate in the race, please coordinate with your classmates.'' Pras said.

''For the race committee, we will meet again.'' added Pras.

"There's another question?" pras.

A few seconds looked at each other.

"Oh yeah, can osis members participate in the race?" ask a friend from Desi's class.

"May." answered Pras. Because in his mind also wanted to participate in the race.

"Hopefully not everyone participated in the race, then no one will be the committee if everyone participated in the race." joked Pras.

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Desi arrived home around 15:00. He was ushered in by his kindly friend who always gave him a ride.

''Makasih ya Sis.'' said Desi upon arrival at home and escorted by Siska.

''OK, go straight home huh.'' exclaimed Siska while turning the direction of the motor maticnya.

''OK, be careful.''

''Yes..!'' exclaim Siska.

Desi is big in a modest family, her two brothers are married and have their own home. Both of his parents worked as planters. The vehicle is only one and is always taken to the garden by his father.

Actually his father was also willing to take a pick up, since the beginning of entering SMK had done that. But, luck always Desi get, the same as when he was still sitting on the bench Junior High. Unfortunately the friend who always took him when he was still Junior High did not continue to the next level for economic reasons, he chose to enter the labor distribution foundation in the capital.

When he entered SMK, Desi met new friends, from different schools. Coincidentally Desi was in class with Siska, she came from another village, but, to go to school, she passed through Desi's house so it was Siska who initially gave the offer when they knew well, so she was the first to make the offer, itung-it so that he is not alone when entering the school gate.

A good offer was of course well received by Desi. Every morning Siska always approached him, except when permission. Once a week, Desi gives some money to help buy gasoline. Definitely money from his mama dong, hehe.

''Assalamu'alaikum.'' Desi said as she turned the door handle.

''Wa'alaikumussalam.'' answered his mother from inside.

''I just got home, Des?''

''Yes Mak, the meeting of the osis first.'' replied Desi kissing the back of her mammoth hand.

''Yes changed clothes there.''

''OK Mak.'' Desi replied directly to her minimalist room.

Desi immediately went inside her room to change clothes. His school uniform has let out the smell of sweat because it has been worn from yesterday.

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''Desi. eat first!'' mamak from outside called his daughter.

''Yes Mak, briefly.'' reply Desi who is no less exciting.

Chequelek

Desi closed the door to her room again.

''The tape will be later again!'' namel mamak glanced at his daughter at a glance and then looked back at the television screen.

''Enggeh Ndorooooo.'' Desi replied mimicking the voice of a very delicate Javanese woman.

Mamak did not reply, only taking a quick glance.

Desi washes her hands and face first, as well as her legs which are for hours wrapped in socks. If kissed must have kissed his feet immediately fainted.

''Eating-eating.'' Desi cheers like not eating a year.

Desi opened the serving lid on the table, watching one by one the menu there. Not much, stir-fried pumpkin and tempe fried. Simple menu is important.

Desi had already filled the plate she had taken, enjoying eating her afternoon without using a spoon. The usual thing he did when at home, eating without using a spoon except clear vegetables, and other fruitful menus.

''Kelamaan use a spoon, not delicious.'' he murmured.

Desi was enjoying the food very voraciously. He never bothered about food, as long as it is not cooked the heart of bananas, bitter melon, papokak, bamboo shoots, and taro sticks. Those names are still weird on Desi's tongue. Though in his village it is common for people to cultivate it, even many who like it. Yes, that's how life, which others think is good, not necessarily we think is also good.

Desi immediately washed her dishes and put them on the shelf after finishing eating. He doesn't like to pile dirty dishes. When he went into the kitchen and saw a dirty glass immediately he cleaned. Delaying and piling up actually makes Desi more lazy to do it. So also with clothes, he washes clothes every two days.

Instead of cooking, Desi chose to clean the house along with the front yard, side, to back. He only cooks if he wants certain foods and wants to process them himself. But, regarding daily cooking, he never interfered except for such urgent circumstances at that time, he said, when one of his brothers was treated at the place of one of the mantri who was in the next village and his mother accompanied, inevitably, he had to cook for himself and also the father.

"Hahhh alhamdulillah." murmured Desi after sipping mineral water that managed to relieve his throat.

"Your captain when! huh! ketangkep! sukurin!'' mamak Desi from inside.