Smk's Child

Smk's Child
First Day



After the graduation holiday, it is time to start a new school life to a higher level.


All of Mila's friends and companions must choose their own path.


Not forever they will always be together and one building in the same school. And this is where Smk Mila's story begins.


• Monday, July 15th •


*kringgg... ringgg... * A very loud alarm sound.


" Hoaammm, it's so noisy. It's also 4 o'clock. " Mila turned around and looked at the clock. " HAHHHHHH ?!! Is it 5 o'clock anyway? What if it is late? "


" Bodo ah, the important thing is to wake up first. " Mila got up from her bed immediately. " Ouhh nih mattress why a mess anyway, kane bergeresinnya long time. Which pillow rolls jatoh to the floor, which sheets off the mattress. Make it complicated anyway! "


Suddenly .....


* BRUKKK *


" Well why should be rationoh from the mattress all the hell. I knew in a hurry to clean the bed. Bodo ah gamau is done again. Mending a bath directly, abis it straight breakfast, hahaha. "


* Jebar ... Jebur .... * Water sound from the bathroom.


10 Minutes later ....


" Ahhh, really have a shower. It's a pity that the first day of entry must still wear smp uniforms, ga exciting ah. "


" Shirt, skirt is worn. Hmmmm rich there is less but what is it? Oh yes buckle same tie. "


" MAAAA .." cried Mila from the stairs.


" What the hell is Mila? Do you know if you can't scream? " mama replied while preparing breakfast.


" Can't. Same tie as my smp buckle where is it, Ma? "


" In your uniform closet, look in the bottom drawer. "


" I'm looking for. There is no ma. "


" This child bullies her mother anyway, " replied Mama who stopped preparing her breakfast and walked to Mila's room.


" You know what samperin is, don't scream! She knows her mother every morning. "


" When doang school. Did I ever ngerecokin Mama fit again on holiday? "


" Yes yes. What's the tie with the buckle? " said Mama thrust her tie and buckle.


" I was I uda nyari there when there was no anyway? Is it your turn to find time? It's strange! "


" You're the one who's loud isn't real. The hunt is ready. When you're done, go down to breakfast with the others. "


" Cooking is just cooking for bekel doang. "


" What bekelnya? "


" Fried rice with sausage. The hunt is ready. Don't think about bekel. "


" yes.. What breakfast is ma? "


* BRAKKK *Loud noise from the door of Mila's room that Mama closed.


" Tcih.nanya breakfast what's right on the door, " said Mila while wearing a clasp and tie.


" Nahhh finally finished also masang tie. Photo used to make documentation trus rename so the last day to wear smp uniforms. "


* CEKREK CHECK ... CEKKV ....*


" Huh ah, down first breakfast abis it's leaving deh. "


" Binder already, where the pencil is, hat already. Nothing less for the first day? Ahh most also just the ceremony abis home hehehe. "


After preparing everything, Mila rushed downstairs to have breakfast together.


" What breakfast, Ma? " ask Mila with a very happy face.


" Oh, breakfast sandwich! " mama replied while giving a sandwich to Mila.


With her mouth still full of food, "Hanhi haoh huhaara howang, Ma?


" What a son. Eat yes eat. Don't eat by the way! " said ka Afi who was disturbed to see Mila's behavior.


* Glekk .... Glc .... Ahhhhh *


" Dahh. I finished breakfast, " said Mila, who has the spirit of 45.


" The first day of gini-rich seneng, at least 2 more months whining the same task. Hahaha .. " said Ka Afi meledek Mila.


" There will also be people who complain about the script." replied Mila who reversed the words of Ka Afi.


" Have.not got rich. The first day should be a day of excitement. The first day of lackluster continues to be sluggish anyway? Yes no ma? " said Dad glanced at Mama.


" Ih, what the hell. Mama is ordinary dong. Mama was embarrassed, " said Mama who blushed embarrassedly.


" It's lucky not to get upset in front of her son" Mila said.


" If Dad mama gegombalin you guys, there will be no consumption of the cooking, " said Daddy laughed a little.


" MUHAHA .... "