The charm of Vegetable Kang

Someone Special

The real struggle will begin. Time still shows at six in the morning when Anyala arrives at school. The atmosphere is still quiet.

Shortly after the driver who was driving Anyala took out the luggage, Azka came. Unlike Anyala who was delivered by Papa's assistant using a Jeep Wrangler Rubicon, the man was only escorted by the ojek driver.

There was nothing special about Azka. Everything was like any other day, except the spirit within him that grew, multiplied in magnitude.

"Him!" call him.

"Ka, just come? Your house is far away, anyway?"

Azka was quite happy to get that question. She thought Anyala was starting to care about her.

"Where is it, whose house is far from school."

"Hem, to Mr. Igo, yuk."

"okay."

They both came early, because the school will send them to participate in the selection of Paskibraka in Bandung. After being selected at the city level the day before they only had one night to prepare.

The school even informed him that most likely, Anyala and Azka would be quarantined at the provincial level. So they have to get ready and leave early.

"Morning, sir," said Azka firmly.

"Morning, Atharazka, Anyala. Ready already?"

"Ready, sir."

"Father pray you guys get away, yeah. Aaamiin."

"Ready, Sir! Thank you," Anyala replied while showing a perfect attitude. Igo and Azka laughed.

"It's a good fit to be Polwan."

"Ready, Sir. Sorry, I want to be a model, sir."

"Wuih, cool!" puji Azka's.

After getting a letter of duty from the school, the three of them left for Bandung. Mr. Igo chose to use his personal car rather than a car as if. With a reason more relieved, because the mode is minibus. The school only has a saloon.

"Be careful. Happy fighting. Good luck to you," said Ms. Warni with haru. Many times the broad-faced woman wiped her tears.

"Greetings to friends, Mom," Azka replied cheerfully. The car that Mr. Igo drove out of the school area, entered the highway and continued to drive. Get far. Leaving the road behind. As well as carrying along the expectations that will accompany until the victory is approaching, until the resplendent in the grasp.

***

Previous afternoon ....

In the race against time, Azka had little chance to prepare. Including the preparation of leaving the plants in the garden.

The sky began to emit a golden orange color. With all his interest and love, the man filled the plastic bottles that he had broken the lid on. Put it upside down in some potted plants that do not want to be left to die.

"Azkaa."

Suddenly Queena opened the door made of metal, out of the staircase area.

"Queen's? Haven't come home?"

"Be-lum's chat. Wait for you."

Queena walks up to Azka, she runs out from the bottom to buy a drink and realizes that Azka is back at school.

"Where's the outcome?" queena asked with a strange look. Ghost thumping. There is hope that Azka will answer escaped. It means he'll be happy for the guy. However, Queena also expected the opposite answer for Anyala.

"We both ... escaped, Queen."

"Huh? Hehe."

Suddenly Queena's face felt very stiff. Even to smile, it was difficult. More difficult than a confusing math problem. To cover up my disappointment, Queena laughed. With great force of course.

"Sss-happy yes, Azka."

"Thanks, Queen. You didn't go home? It's late afternoon, you."

"You yourself why haven't you come home, Azka?"

"Now, get ready. I'm afraid I won't be here tomorrow."

"If I help you, yes."

"No, Queen."

"No pa-pa, really, Ka. Today, I deliberately didn't join the bill for you."

"If so .. can you not ask for help with you?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh, that. I can, uh, Azka. I just don't know what to do."

"Tengokin only, if there is a dry place put in the shade. Can you, right, Queena?"

"Yes, ready."

Queena was very pleased with Azka's request. The whole plan had automatically been neatly arranged inside his head.

"Azka, can I ask you something?"

Despite the hesitation, Queena ventured. Anyway, tomorrow maybe he won't meet with Azka in a long time.

"May," Azka answered while tying the vine to the skeleton.

"You have flowers .. roses?"

"Yes, Queena. I plan on giving it to someone special."

"Oh, that's it, yeah."

"Can you help me take care of the roses?"

Azka smiled as she said that. With a beautiful view of the afternoon sky. Queena seemed to be looking at the image of the dream man, as in the drama. Romantic guy with a sweet smile. Azka's pair of eyes formed a funny line. Can I refuse his simple request? Queena asked in her heart.

"alright. Give it to me."

Whatever. Whatever Queena would do to Azka. The first person in school was good to him. The first person, in his life who was able to make Queena fall in love. Moreover, if it is true that the roses Azka planted for him.

Nnnnope. Queena won't let that symbol of love just die. At exactly 5:38 p.m., they agreed to go home.

"Good luck tomorrow, yes, Azka."

"Huum."

"By, Azka."

"Thank you, Queena."

On the way home, Queen smiled. If before school was the last place he wanted to go, now, home is that place.

Queena is not too keen on going home. She started to get nauseous when she recalled her dispute with Mama. If possible, it feels like Queena does not want to go home to Om Randi.

Azka hurriedly came home. Delightful news for the whole family. The Azka family home is quite large and crowded becomes increasingly lively. Azka's parents even immediately gave thanks.

"My son got away with being a paskib!" yell Azka's father.

"Oh, Babe. Don't be ashamed."

"Ngapain you're shy, Ka. Lu kan, achievement is not about wrong things. It's only a matter of pride Babe."

Hearing his father's words, Azka was pleased. At least, he had made both of his parents proud.

***

They arrived at the Dharma Bhakti Wisma to follow the first stage of selection. Pak Igo immediately sent Anyala and Atharazka to re-list before the two students entered the ranks as representatives of Bekasi.

Anyala and Atharazka joined 104 other participants who came from all over West Java. Everyone has the same dream. Can be one of the heritage flag raisers who served in the State Palace in the independence ceremony later.

"This will be an announcement or what, sir?" ask Mr. Igo to the committee.

"Really, Sir. The shortlisted ones were announced today as well. The unelected can go straight home to serve at the City or County level."

"Oh, so."

"Wait a minute, sir."

"Yes, Mom. I wish my students were chosen. Hehe."

"Excite, Sir!" reply to the woman appointed as the receptionist.

Pak Igo looked at the ranks of the candidates who looked gallant and courageous. Trying to find a familiar face. However, the faces of the beloved disciples escorted by him were not clearly visible. Because, Mr. Igo hunted dizzy for a long time staring at children in the sun.

"Duh, dizzy," he lamented.

"Wait inside, sir with another escort teacher."

"Thank you, but I'm here. Hot childhood, I want to be nice," replied Mr. Igo unexpectedly.

The yellow-veiled woman giggled, before giving up. Then he lent his sunglasess to Mr. Igo.

"thank you. Come on, Anyala, Atharazka, all the time!"

A TNI member who was giving command also turned to look at Mr. Igo. Then, the man cast his gaze in all directions. Pretend there is none. 1125