THE LOVE OF SMP CHILDREN
09
"Huh, you arrogant bastard !" grunts Wulan annoyed .
" Non Wulan knows him ?" ask driver.
" Yes . He's the new kid at my school."
" So non Wulan school ?"
" Yes ."
" Whoa, great !" praise the driver
" Great why ?" tanya Wulan did not understand, even his driver gave praise to Damar.
" A child of that age is independent. Though there is rarely such a thing in this day and age . That's what you mean, Non...."
" Don't you mean mamang?"
" Yes, when other children his age prefer to be spoiled - spoiled with ngandelin his parents, he was independent. For the sake of mind, he is willing to work hard and risk self-esteem and throw prestige in order to find a bite of rice and the cost of his life. Try non Wulan shadowin, is that not great the name ?"
Wulan is not. The prima donna SMP beautiful girl was just silent with a brooding face. His little heart justifies what his new personal driver has said . Yes, there are rarely young people like Damar. Most who trade newspapers on the side of the road , are children dropout school . But Damar, despite still being in school, he's trying to make it himself . Trying to find your own living expenses and school fees .
While he and other friends can live royal because ngandelin parents, darling, Wulan has already pointed out the attitude of not liking the same guy .
Wulan had already caught her arrogant and arrogant nature because she felt she was beautiful and the only daughter of a rich person . So that the truth whispered by his little heart, bage is not heard .
The traffic lights are back on. The driver was m3 re-run his car, bringing the beautiful girl primadona Junior High to go to the road where Damar was still struggling with his life. Trying to find a fortune to finance his life and school.
The next day.......
Damar was reading a book containing science in the library, when Wulan with two of his closest friends met him.
" Hey, newspaper man ! Apparently you're here, huh?!" reprimand Wulan .
Damar raised his face, looking towards the origin of the voice reprimanding him.
" Eh , newsboy . I ingetin lo once, yes, you better not act here..."
" Play ?" Damar frowned with his eyes still looking at the pretty face of Wulan standing before him ." Act like what do you mean?" ask Damar not to understand.
" Ala, you don't be so pylon . Denger , yes . I hate smart kids, I know ?!"
" I'm sorry, Wulan, I really don't understand what you mean. What is the same thing, you? What's my fault, so you seem to hate me so much ?"
" You ask your mistake?"
" Yes, please tell me, what my mistake is the same lo, so that I know and I will try to fix it, so that I no longer make the same mistake lo," Pinta Damar.
" Lo's fault is, li the newsboy, the poor but pretentious!" wulan.
" yeok? sok how ?"
" Lo smartass ."
" No ... I don't feel smart . What can I do to be a proud or arrogant person ? I was just a poor newsboy.
Not like the rich kid . How can I be pretentious or arrogant, if to finance school only, I am equally nyokap I have to fight to death - matian.
As the saying goes, head for feet, feet for head. If you consider me to have done the same thing you, I hope with all humility and sincerity you will forgive my mistakes .
I'm just a poor man, the son of a widow, a stupid newsboy . I went to Jakarta with my nyokap not to find a problem or find enemies with others.
We're here just to find life, to find a bite of rice so we can live.
Not the enmity or the opponent we want . but the friendship we need . Again , if you assume I have done wrong and offended you, you want to forgive me." said Damar with full earnestness , which makes Wulan instantly silenced a thousand words.
His originally violent face was full of hatred and riots, finally gradually subsided.
