That Bianglala, you
A festival pamphlet
“According to lo kak Given will lo dapetin, ga?” Sofia plays the strap on the back of her bag, Bianca walks beside her, the two of them step side by side towards the gate to go home.
“Engga, deh. Know yourself I am.”
“Know yourself what? Lo that's pretty, Bi. Look, some boys are concerned about you, not yet fit muter downstairs, touted mulu name lo, feel have fans know gak.” ceros Sofia excessive.
Bianca sighed softly, rolling her eyeballs lazily, not too keen on responding to Sofia's rant. Indeed Bianca looks beautiful, her shining black round eyes are able to captivate anyone who sees, although with a nose that is not sharp but adorable, has thick black hair on the upper back, and has a thick black hair, also added funny bangs that cover his jidat. In the past when Bianca Junior High was also among the most popular students with good achievements, actively participating in events outside and inside the school, making it added in the gandrungi of male students. However, for Bianca such events are common, there is nothing special in being seduced by many slippery mouths, there is nothing good in being amazed by the many pairs of eyes. Bianca was fed up with that kind of thing, there was a trauma she was trying to forget.
“Lo ride own motor, Sof?” bianca asked after two minutes of silence coincided until in front of the school gate.
“Iya, it's in the parking lot there.” replied Sofia pointing to the front parking lot of the school.
“Eh, you are picked up, Bi?” added Sofia glanced at Bianca who was walking closer to an empty bench near the gate.
Bianca nodded, choosing to sit sweetly while watching the people passing by, most of them coming out of the school building, - children like Bianca - a prospective new student, he said, one two three in a matter of fingers ran small towards the gate-brother of the committee in a suit almameter SMA Pelita Murni.
Sofia followed, all waiting for a quiet parking lot by sitting down rather than her feet tired of standing near the gate like there was no purpose. Both are silent, they don't talk much, they don't talk about topics.
Fifteen minutes silent “Eh, Bi, I first, yes. Be careful lo there.” said Sofia walking towards the parking lot after feeling the parking lot is quite quiet.
“Iya, lo be careful on the road.” reply Bianca.
There are some other students who are also waiting for an invitation just like Bianca, but Bianca does not know him, the mood is not good to just get acquainted. So, Bianca chose to sit still, twisting her legs that did not reach the ground from her seat.
Drt.drt..
Bianca reached for her phone that is always active data, so for example there is a whatsapp message coming in she knows it regardless of the importance or not. Like now his phone vibrates, indicating there is an incoming message. On the lock screen, the name of the mother is displayed.
\[Mama can't pick up, Bi. Suddenly there is business, you just order ojek, yes\]
\[OK, ma\] type Bianca.
Send.
Nothing to confirm, Bianca reinserted her phone, glanced at the watch on her left hand, just one o'clock in the afternoon, too early if Bianca went straight home. Bianca rolled her eyeballs tracing around, leaving only two children who remained at school still faithfully waiting for an invitation - countless Bianca. Rather than feeling like a fool, Bianca decided to re-enter the main gate hallway, looking at the large wall magazine plastered on the entrance hall wall, which was the main entrance hall, this wall magazine does want Bianca to read since stepping foot in Pelita Murni High School.
Various activities of Pelita Murni High School students are included in the wall magazine, from school anniversary activities, performing arts, debate competitions, some famous excursions-bakset, futsal, scouting, red cross. There are also pamphlets from other SMAs that contribute to or make friendships with Pelita Murni High School. Bianca's eyes were still engrossed in reading every photo, until she came across a pamphlet that Bianca found stunning.
The night market festival
Bianca reads carefully, pulls her phone out of her pocket, opens the camera app intending to shoot the festival pamphlet, timidly forgets Bianca or just to tell mommy her permission. “Must dateng, nih.” Inner Bianca. Satisfied with looking through the wall magazine, Bianca turns around, intending to return to the front gate to order an ojek, but her body freezes first, the person he had been looking for since the break was now walking with a girl towards the main hall where Bianca was standing. Given is seen talking lightly with the girl next to him, the girl is tall but not Lala-sister adenium class companion. Bianca was only able to stare at Given who was crossing Bianca without realizing there was a girl standing looking at her in awe. Bianca's mind quickly changes from festival to no-no, as does her boyfriend Given, is it possible that between Given and the girl had a special relationship. Bianca ruffled her hair a little, remembering to order Bianca's ojek take the rough of her phone, fiddling with the pressure.
“Bianca, yes?” greet an ojol with his trademark jacket. Five minutes Bianca had waited with a deep face sitting on the bench she was sitting on with Sofia.
“Iya, mas.” replied Bianca took a helmet thread that was given.
“As per application, yes?”
“Oke.”
The two wheels belonging to mas ojol drove across the road that was not too crowded this afternoon, it was still at half two o'clock late, people at that hour chose to take a nap or watch television at home.
“Kok onem only, deck?” sling mas ojol suddenly. His face was invisible, covered by a mask that hid part of his face.
“Again thrush, mas.” replied Bianca origin.
“SMP class stands at SMA gate."
“Oh, my intruder, mas. Why fear?” bianca said scare.
“There is an intruder on his face like yours.” heard laughter from mas ojol in front of the steering wheel, it turns out Bianca failed.
“Awas, mas, laughter can cause accidents loh.” Bianca began to be nosy, making her look frightened.
Instantly the laughter of mas ojol stopped, it seemed to mempan “Eh, time anyway?”
“Iya, if his laugh while closing his eyes continues to fall off the steering wheel.” now it is Bianca's turn to reply, his laughter just broke.
“Can be you. It's up to nih.”
Bianca got off the seat, returned the helmet and paid the fare. Bianca stepped into the courtyard of the house, still did not think about the mas ojol that suddenly managed to make Bianca's mood slightly improved, ah shit, Bianca forgot to ask her mas address ojolnya, who knows, he could send Bianca to go to the night market in the next village. Unfortunately in the booking history was no longer able to send messages, only the name and license plate number, that's all. Well, Bianca resigned, she immediately entered the house which sometimes looks scary to Bianca herself. About the night market, Bianca will think later, she will ask Sofia or who first.
- If there is a mistake in writing, PUBEI, or KBBI please criticize and advise, Sis. Thanks though.
- Alam Literacy from the Scriptures.
