The Journey of Love Shofia

The Journey of Love Shofia
Sweety Girls



After a few minutes. Ziana is coming. They immediately got into the car. Zacharias was sitting behind the wheel. Ziana and Shofia sat in the back.


While in the car, Zakaria just silently listened to the conversation of the two girls sitting behind her. Sometimes he glanced back.


"Mas. Don't glance constantly. Later on cross-legged" Ziana said when she caught her brother glancing at Shofia from the middle spy.


"Who is glancing. Just look at the situation behind the car." Looks good.


"The reason." snorted Ziana.


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When he arrived at the race venue Ziana immediately took Shofia away. It made the brother angry. Moreover, he said that he did not want to go home with him anymore.


Many races are held this year. Starting from a physical race to a race that relies on the brain. Everything went well. All the people follow the event.


Students - students from several schools blend into one without any awkwardness. The one who wins is happy and the one who loses accepts with pleasure.


After all the branches of the race were completed and the medal was added, MA Al-Huda won the 2nd place.


Shofia donated the gold medal to her school after fighting three stages in a badminton match. His fatigue was replaced by pride.


📢🎛🎤🎶


This year the school provides an entertainment stage. They specifically invited a band that was quite famous in the city. One of the band's personnel is an alumni of the race organizer MA.


Before the band guest stars on stage some performances are also presented as entertainment. There were school band appearances, dancing, dance performances, and some were solo singing.


Shofia sat down with her four best friends. They sit on the edge of the field a little far from the stage because even though it was late afternoon the sun still feels stinging skin.


"Shof you don't want your band to perform? "ask Fatimah. Shofia smiled faintly.


"Our band has already performed. On some school agendas. Even once appeared invited in the District as well."


"But now your band is still active? " Salwa was curious.


"We're still vacuumed. I don't know. Now we can say that. But when we grow up it may be different again. We don't know what the future will look like. We can be busy with each other's lives. So who knows."


"Have your band ever been famous?"


"Of course it ever was. We used to train really, of course, with the ideals that we hung as high as possible. We reached the top of that time. We were too young to think about making our band a national level. So to the district level alone for us it's an incredible achievement."


Their conversation ended and they enjoyed the song "Crazzy Band", a guest band. They look great.


When one song is finished. The singer took a few steps forward. Facing the audience.


"Good afternoon all.....how are you...? How's the race for my sweet sisters?" all the audience laughed at the call the vocalist gave. The vocalist is a hijab girl. With fashionable clothes and beautiful look. Maybe he's still in college.


"This afternoon we are so happy. We can feel your passion to take part in the race sportively. We are proud of you. Applause to all of you!" he shouted, and the field came back boisterous with the sound of applause.


"There's another one that makes us happy. We've found our Sweety Girls who disappeared. We didn't expect we'd find our little brother here. It turns out you're hiding out here Sweety Girls" said the vocalist, who has now locked his eyes on someone.