That Bianglala, you
Directed by Sofia
The knock on of the thin heels sounded from the direction of the rungs, several teachers began to enter their respective classes that had been shared before. Only Bianca and Sofia are aware of the presence of the teachers, because the other friends are still busy with their respective temperament to not hear the sound from outside.
Tok.dok..
“Excuse me,”
Instantly all pairs of eyes turned to the source of the voice, especially the students who caused a commotion, walking breezed back on their respective benches. In the doorway stood a teacher, from behind the lens of his glasses staring dislikely at the rest of the class, slowly he walked towards the table across, putting a map of the yellow snelhecter on the table.
“Try earlier that makes the riot forward!” his orders were direct without introduction.
All heads lowered, no one dared to stare, the seemingly wayward guy in the corner of the classroom was also silent not much to say, the girl who had laughed and shouted loudly was also just pecking at the chair, too, all guts kicep. While outside Tama, Lala, also Reina observed the events inside.
“Come forward now!” the unnamed teacher ruffled his waist in front of the blackboard.
“Alright, if no one wants to advance in class will be hit by law,”
“Heh, you go ahead there, self-introspection so,” sounds whispers telling each other.
“Come forward the wrong. Dare to dare to take responsibility,” Tama's voice was heard chiming in, he was standing leaning on the door frame.
Finally, one by one students come forward, because most boys could be in his mind he does not want to be stamped irresponsible later, his image of being a man can be destroyed if so.
In the upper hallway of the adenium class.
“Eh what's up?” a man approached Lala from the direction of the stairs, apparently just from the hallway downstairs and then went upstairs.
“This is it again in the law. Lo enter a snap-snap,” Lala waved at a guy who can be relied on in the matter of photographing.
“Wah. Excited for sure, nih,” who was told was happy to do it.
“Eh, Tama, I have permission to enter, yes,” someone's permission earlier to Tama as the upperclassman, Tama nodded his head assuring.
From the direction of Bianca's bench, number two from the entrance, Bianca was able to hear the conversation Tama and someone Bianca had been thinking about. Someone had darted into the classroom, photographed the children of the adenium class who received punishment, told to sing a full song while dancing in front of the class, and then, as for him this is a funny incident that needs to be dealt with. Like earlier on the field, Bianca's black round eyes stared in awe at every move from the guy who was busy aiming in front of his class, moving left, bending down to get a good angle, his big hands shrewdly rotate the focus of the camera lens. What Bianca noticed was not conscious or rather not aware that she was being spied on by a pair of eyes from a girl.
“Given, you are called the same class next to” exclaimed Tama, next to him stood Lala who was just from the next class and next class asking for the existence of the flagship photography of SMA Pelita Murni.
“Oke,”
His name is Given, Given Aksa Syahreza, identical to the camera he always carries, a famous photographer SMA Pelita Murni, is, being near Given will make anyone's face plastered on the screen madding glass or school magazine sheets that will be published.
“Ish, your face why the hell, Sof?” snapped Sofia ketus, the article Sofia's face again appeared right in front of the eyes of Bianca who was focusing on staring at the departure of Given.
“Lo likes the big brother of the committee, yes?” accused Sofia of hitting the target.
“Lo ngaco again. I think that the tambet tuh is not me, but you yourself,” Bianca trying to evade, turning her eyes forward.
The sentencing event had just ended a second after Given walked out of the classroom, some of the students who were hit with the punishment walked back on their respective benches.
“That's why we have to be wrong, too. Don't get it wrong, anyway, if you like the big brother of the committee, cool style, really tall again,” Sofia smiled ignorantly trying to pump.
“Try first, don't be so pessimistic, Bi,” said Sofia energizes the spirit of 45.
Up ahead, the guidance teacher was done with the papers, took only a sheet, then closed it back down, put it aside on the table.
“Good children behave as I was hoping not to be repeated again, yes,”
“Iya, ma'am,” classmate in unison replied, whereas well fellow students and teachers themselves also know later-later will be repeated again.
“Include mom's name, Risma Wardani, physics teacher,"
“OK. Let's start the introductions first, yeah. Starting from the bench near the door,” he continued.
The student who was at the end of the bench near the door frame stood in place.
“Include, my name is Ananda Tasya, from SMP N Pelita Bangsa,”
“Oh, deket here only dong, yes,”
Indeed, the existence of SMA Pelita Murni is not far from the building of SMP N Pelita Bangsa, even every anniversary or major activity in SMA Pelita Murni of course SMP N Pelita Bangsa will be invited to enliven, even every anniversary or major activity in SMA Pelita Puri, and vice versa too. Relay introductions continued to the left, turning to the right, occasionally pausing due to additional questions from the teacher, there was also because the student was shy, he hesitated to open his voice. While Bu Risma examined the name on the sheet of paper he carried, then checked the existing column.
“Romi Axel Fauzi, from SMP N Angkasa 2,”
Bianca's turn arrives, she stands up, bracing mentally to speak in front of the many people who became her new friend “Bianca Lala, Junior High School N 1 Angkasa.”
“Wah, from SMP N 1 Angkasa, know Mr Susilo engga?”
“Engga, ma'am,” replied Bianca scrunched up, confused.
“If bu Rose?”
“Kenal, mom. He teaches English lessons, Bianca” remembers the name of the Junior High School teacher, especially Bu Rose, the English teacher who looks fashionable, beautiful so easy to remember and recognize.
“That's a friend, mom,”
Bianca gave a stiff smile back, sat down again, continued to Sofia.
“Sofia Princess Warno,”
Continue again, rotate each bench, until it reaches the corner of the bench that becomes the end point, finished. Ms. Risma returned to her big desk by the blackboard.
“Okay kids, let's just say it's our first subject, yeah. It's almost a break. See you again,”
Ms. Risma prepared to move, tidied up the table, then walked towards the door frame. The departure of Miss Risma from the classroom was replaced by the entry of Tama, Lala, and Reina into the class, giving information that the break will start in a few minutes, students will wait inside. Ten minutes passed, the ringing of the break bell sang, making the unison of students from the various classes infiltrate out. Bianca herself is actually lazy if invited to the cafeteria, she wants to stay in class to read the latest novel that she brought from home, but the appeal of Sofia who promised to find Given's whereabouts, is, bianca can't just turn it down.
- If there is a mistake in writing, PUBEI, or KBBI please criticize and advise, Sis. Thanks though.
- Alam Literacy from the Scriptures.
