Shutter

Persecuted old wife.

Rana did not have time for breakfast because she woke up late. After dressing neatly, Rana immediately left and went to school as soon as possible even though her mother forced Rana to eat even a piece of bread. 

Now seven o'clock past fifteen. That means, fifteen more minutes the school gate will be closed. Shutter-call now. Fortunately he uses a motorbike, so he can slip between the streets that are jammed densely vehicles. 

If one looked from the outside, Rana looked like a man. Wear a black jacket to cover the head, a black mask also does not forget he wears. The skirt she used was not like a skirt, Rana wore long stockings. Unfortunately, the Rana motor is not a big motor, but a matic motor. Actually Rana wants to buy a motorcycle guy, but Papa and Mama forbid. 

Moments later, Rana's motorbike enters the school grounds. Park it and put the helmet in the helmet daycare. 

His eyeball glanced at the watch he had in his hand. 

"Pickle. Five minutes, man." As fast as lightning Rana's feet ran into her class. He does not want to be late and punished. That's too much trouble. 

Finally, Rana arrived at her class. With a breath of breath Rana walked gontai to the stool that Radit already there, the guy was chatting with Aden.

"Roof. Dead I die. I almost died. Huh." Rana was sitting limp with her jacket still on. 

Aden left, Radit turned his back towards Rana. "Tell 'kan lo. Open the jacket woy. You stay up all night, anyway can be too late. Watch the drama again."

It's still morning, but Radit's been babbling. Makes Rana upset herself. "Ih. Very chatty lo. I was tired yesterday, so it's bobo's fun." Rana took off her mask and jacket, folded it and put it in the desk drawer.

"Really's? Don't you have time to fight jotos with Zidan, huh? Answer honestly, Ran." Radit's gaze was intimidating. 

Rana patted Radit's face while laughing. "Bambang, if I'm the same he had a tonjok-tonjokan, I'm sure now battered. Last Zidan almost non-jok me it fitting he sentin me. After that, never again. Relax, dit." The girl massaged Radit's shoulder with both hands, trying to dissipate Radit's emotions. 

Radit's head nodded, this time he believed in Rana. 

"Yes, don't talk about the guy. You know, like eating a ten-kilo crab."

Successfully, Rana's chuckle successfully made Radit laugh. "What's the connection, maemunah? You have a change, Ran."

Rana smiled happily.

Bu Yuni walked into the classroom with a greeting.  All the students in the class immediately sat down at their respective places. He answered the greeting in unison. 

"Kids, you already know, what task is it today?"

"Here, ma'am."

"Not yet, ma'am." 

"Okay, collect all."

Rana patted her own jidat. For God's sake, he completely forgot to work on it. Even though last night he said he would not do it, but Rana had the intention to do it even carelessly. What is important, he said. Rana never asked Radit for nothing because the guy would have taught her. And Rana refuses, she doesn't like counting lessons.

"Ran, you made it, right? Oy!" Radit accidentally pokes Rana with his elbow. 

Rana instantly regained consciousness from her daydream. Looked at Radit, and smiled wryly. "Yet. I'm forgetfulness. I usually do, yes even if I do. But this time I didn't want to, Dit. How about, dong." Rana started to move agitatedly. Bu Yuni was a cruel and fierce teacher. He did not hesitate to punish students who broke the rules, including not making PR. And the punishment was unmitigated, more excruciating than the punishment of any other teacher. Rana's been hit twice and it looks like now Rana's been punished again. Finally, he just resigned.

In fact, Radit was already preparing to collect it at the teacher's desk. She was annoyed with Rana, her eyebrows were cluttered. "Lo anyway, because badmood so forget PR. Lo emang bego. You get punished, Ran."

"Okay, ga papa. I accept this punishment. Let's go get a spit there!" Rana shoves Radit. 

Instead of getting up soon, Radit instead kept his taskbook back in the bag. Makes Rana glare at him. 

"Why, oncom? How did it get into the bag?" 

Radit raises his shoulders relaxed. "Gue temenin lo."

"Aw! What, anyway."

Rana pouted, she preferred to be quiet. He propped up his chin with both hands, waiting for his name to be called and prepared to serve the punishment. 

"Woy! Kok lo even cranky, anyway. Should be happy dong I'm tense."

"Whatever, deh. Bete cave."

Radit breathed. Really, Radit really doesn't understand Rana's way of thinking. He's the one who doesn't make PR, he's the one who silences Radit. You moody-an girl.

"The number of students in this class is thirty. In absentia, today everything is present. There were only two people who did not collect my duties. Anyone who feels, please raise your hands. I don't want to point. Let them confess themselves." Bu Yuni's orders were firm. One class was silent, waiting for who would confess. 

Radit raised his hand into the air. While Rana timidly picked it up. Rana was unceasingly cursing in his heart, it seemed like luck was not on his side anymore today.

"RANA, RADIT! Move forward!"

All attention was focused on those two people. 

Radit got up from his seat. Holding Rana's wrist, Radit walked to the front of the board. Her face is flat. Radit was not ashamed at all, as this was also the first time he had been punished by Bu Yuni. 

Except for Rana who bowed her head deeply. Rana is always so if it is punished or reprimanded from the teacher. Especially in front of everyone. 

"Why don't you guys do PR?" Bu Yuni was standing by the teacher's desk, her hands placed behind her. His gaze remained intimidating.

"Me and Rana were busy yesterday, Mom. So we both forgot to do it." Radit calmly replied. 

"Coh, how are you? You two are dating?" It turned out that Bu Yuni became suspicious because of Radit's words. Rana cursed again in the heart. Radit always used stupid excuses.

"No, Ma. No." With a swift answer Rana while shaking her hand.

"They're best friends for dating, Mom."

"Radit, it's Rana. And vice versa. That's why it's compact, ma'am."

"Huu, Radit bucin."

Many words sounded, making Bu Yuni so dizzy. "Hey, that's it!"

"Gift for you is to go around the field thirty times. When you're done, don't go to class before my lesson ends. I will give a report to Mr. Lutfi, and Mr. Lutfi will monitor your activities. So you can't cheat. It's done fast!"

"Good, Mom." Radit immediately took Rana out of the classroom, walking towards the vast ball field. 

Rana was silent lethargic. "It's my fault. Sorry, Bambang. Because you're in the same position I'm going to have to be too."

Now they are in the middle of the field. The morning sunlight greeted their skin. 

Radit faces Rana. "Lack of work, you know. Pake apologizes for everything. You just calm down. The important thing is that there is now. Let's run!" 

Without saying much more, Rana followed Radit's broad steps. His steps were weak, Radit watched it. 

"Great gold, bray. She said strong girl, come on dong!"

"Slow-slow, down. I can't rush."

Because Radit couldn't bear it, so he ran along with Rana.