That Bianglala, you
Game Tama for the adenium class
The canteen is at the end of the school building near the mosque, from the top floor or the bottom floor can be accessed to reach the canteen area. Bianca and Sofia agreed to choose to use the lower floor path, because the lower floor hallway is not too crowded compared to the upper floor hallway. Sure enough, the hallway downstairs is hollow, just a matter of students' hands chatting to each other just sitting on the bench aisle, there are also those who are quietly dreamy of rendering the walls blue sea.
The two of them had arrived at the cafeteria, the atmosphere of the canteen was not too crowded, only in the contents of the prospective new students and the elder brother of the committee who was not all known by name. Bianca chose a bench to sit on, of course, a bench that looks comfortable, can reach the entire view.
“Lo want pesen what, Bi?” asked Sofia standing waiting for an answer.
“Siomay same milk box aja,” replied Bianca while taking the phone that she stored in the pocket of her blue white uniform - the name of a new child candidate ya still just use her first high school uniform first.
At the maroon-red stand, Sofia orders Bianca's food for herself. Happy Sofia got a meal from Bianca, not for anything, Bianca just wanted to share what she had with her new friend. After ordering all pay, Sofia came back to Bianca at the end of the bench but was able to reach the entire room to the entrance of the canteen. On Sofia's return, Bianca put her phone back in her pocket, as no notifications came in, just checking if there were any incoming messages.
“Heh, where, brother Given people are not here, tuh” exclaimed Bianca as she looked around the canteen.
“We just eat first, then we will look for. Could be, right, sister Given elsewhere, this school is spacious, Bi,” explained Sofia right with the order that came with the canteen mother.
Both have been busy with their own meals, Bianca with her nut sauce siomay, while Sofia herself opts for a jumbo meatball full of a bowl. Just looking at it made Bianca's stomach feel full on its own. After eating food and two boxes of milk, Bianca and Sofia now dart out of the cafeteria, continuing the Given\-search mission which, if short, became MPG, from the lower hallway. From the cafeteria area, passing through the school cooperative adjoining the vice principal's room, turned towards the teachers' office, even the student toilet and teacher-only toilet in sedeliki at once. Then straight through the main gate hallway, to the end and try to repeat it up to three times.
“Where you are, Sof,” complains Bianca tired from circling every floor below but did not find Given's nose even three times. Now the two have returned to the andenium classroom.
“Lo want to try four times?”
“Engga want, cape me,” Bianca pretend ngos-ngosan.
“If about upstairs want to try looking? It has not been checked yet.”
“Engga ah, males,” said Bianca drowned her head in the folds of her arms that were concentrated on the table.
“Yaudah, but you do not need to despair so,” Sofia trying to encourage.
The sound of the bell rang, indicating that the second lesson will begin. The student who was still outside immediately entered the classroom because he heard the bell singing. Quickly the students of the adenium class had returned on their respective benches. Tama came checking, muttering counting from the door frame, then she came out, sitting on the bench of the upstairs hallway with Lala and Reina. A teacher goes into an adenium class, still the same as Risma who taught the class. Bianca was forced to hold her head up, not wanting to get a punishment from Miss Risma for a trivial matter of accidentally sleeping in class. Ms. Risma brought a pile of old newspapers into the classroom, whether it would be in what the newspapers were.
“Your first day in this second hour, mom Risma just want you to read, understand, and find a solution from the news in the newspaper that I will share, he said,” bright bu Risma firmly in front, her hand holding a piece of newspaper.
Bu Risma started to share sheets per sheet of newspaper “Sheets for one table, yes, share with my countryman.”
The student sitting on the front bench of Bianca suddenly brandished a finger. Ms. Risma looked over, asking what is it?
“These two are individuals, bu?” tannya
“Individual, dong. Forward one by one, all will be part, if not had time, yes, continued tomorrow,”
“Yeah in my mind both of them together ngerjainnya, ma'am,” complained students in the right corner suddenly.
“Ya engga, dong, this let you dare to express your opinion in public verbally,” in the eyes of the student's child, then again share the newspaper pending until completion.
In the silent class, thirty-six pairs of eyes focused on reading the news sentence on the gray paper of the newspaper. Bianca brought news that she thought was easy to understand and find a solution. When everything was centered on the news paragraph, suddenly Risma rushed to clean the table after staring at the message on the screen of her phone, several pairs of eyes staring confused.
“Kids, it's just homework, yeah. I have a call to the education center in the city. Sorry, yes, mom's in a hurry,”
Again not yet answered, Risma's mom had darted out of class, before descending Risma mom chatted for a while with Tama, he said, returning the leadership of the adenium class to the hands of Tama and her two leaders - Lala and Reina. Immediately Tama entered according to the mandate of Bu Risma.
“Sisa's thirty minutes, what do you want?” take time to the class.
“OK. Simpen first newspaper, enter your bag each.” Tama command.
In fact, Tama is not as everything and as hideous as you might think, sometimes so friendly as to kindly free the adenium class from duty, and certainly agree to Bianca's friend's request earlier. The whole table is now empty, there are no stationery, books, as well as newspaper sheets from Ms. Risma, classmates are looking forward to what games will be given by Tama.
Tama took the eraser from his place “How to play gini, this eraser relaytin while singing along with the song I requested, stop at whoever this eraser is the person must answer the question or in the law."
A few seconds of silence.
“Paham, lgga?” ask Tama.
“Paham, sis.”
“We start.”
Tama gave the eraser on the front end bench near the teacher's desk.
“Singing song dear-via vallen!”
*Honey, opo kowe krungu jerite atiku?
Wishing you back
Honey, change my hair
Ra will fade tresnoku*
The chants of the song continue to sound along with the rolling of the eraser from hand to hand, some boys in small clothes enjoying the song sung.
*Kowe mblenjani promise
Jare seperati nangin opo evidences
Kowe medot tresnoku for liyo wedokan
Yowes ora popo God willing I am iso, lilo*
“Stop!” exclamation Tama.
The eraser stopped on the bench to three from the door, saff number four from the front, a guy in a blue white uniform with the logo SMP N Pelita Bangsa. When Tama will open her voice, the bell sounds singing first, making the guy who got the part sigh slowly.
“We continue tomorrow, yes. Inget-inget who gets punished.”
Cowo who was targeted, got a sharp eye glare at the glance of the entire class, was like a fugitive.
- If there is a mistake in writing, PUBEI, or KBBI please criticize and advise, Sis. Thanks though.
- Alam Literacy from the Scriptures.
