The Story of Lover in School

Prologues

The sun had already revealed its light, indicating that the morning had arrived, which meant that I had to get ready for school.

"Huaayahhh..."

I yawned with a slightly hard tone and my mouth opened very wide, while writhing my entire body.

I rolled my eyes at the wall clock on the right of my bed. The clock shows at 07:00.

"Geez, it's noon, it's Monday. Ceremony....." My yelling.

I immediately get ready, take a shower, wear a uniform, take a book, do not know what books are put in the bag, do not forget also the phone directly into the left pocket of the uniform, wear shoes and tie the rope carelessly.

I ran away quickly so as not to be late for the ceremony.

Me? My name is Alesha Rhiana. I am a person who is sometimes cheerful, sometimes indifferent, does not care about love, and has never felt the name of having a boyfriend. I'm in 1st grade High School, well I'm actually a pretty smart student, but a little wayward. I'm often late for school. Besides I often wake up late, I also have to walk to get to school. Yes, it's far away.

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I kept running, hoping the ceremony hadn't started yet. My shoelace is loose, yes automatically must be real first. I ran again. I was at school, and I bowed my body with both hands on my knees, like my legs, with a breath of unarticulate breath.

"Hhh.hhh.hhh.."

I see the ceremony has been started, the flag is being raised with the accompanying song Indonesia Raya. The BP teacher who was watching the students behind the line waved to me, I went straight to him.

"You stand here, until the ceremony is over". Teacher BP pointed at me and pointed down so I could stay there until the words were over.

"Good sir". Answer me with a head down position.

Not long after, the ceremony was over. All students have broken up and entered their classes. When I tried to step foot, Master BP stopped my steps, he rebuked me.

"Alesha, where are you going?" Ask with a slightly high tone.

"To class sir". I answered like an innocent man.

"Why are you late?" Ask Guru BP in a high tone.

"You're a pinter, well, now you're in class". Teacher BP was visibly upset, driving me away with the index finger that led to my class.

"Good". My answer is short

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I put my bag on the table, saw my friend seem to be busy working on something.

Her name was Nuri, besides my countryman she was also my closest friend back then.

"To do it anyway, so busy." Sinister manyu.

Nuri raised her head.

"Who are you? just stand up, sit down. Cepetan ngerjain task, soon Bu Laras in". Nuri lowered her head again doing her job.

"Who has a task?" I asked Nuri like a confused person.

"Effort to ask a lot, a sneak to Bu Laras dateng." Nuri opened her eyes at me.

I immediately sat on the left seat of Nuri, the second table.I looked for a book in the bag, back and forth from top to bottom, from bottom to top, I searched for books, the book I was looking for did not exist. Maybe I missed it because I was in a hurry.

"Good morning." There was a soft-sounding greeting of a woman coming into the classroom. We all sat down neatly.

"Buuu's forte.." Answer us all at once.

It turned out that the greeting voice came from Bu Laras who is currently teaching in our class. Bu Laras teaches IPA lessons.

"Please collect the tasks!" Tell Ms. Laras who is sitting.

"Good buuu.." Answer the classmates.

They all flocked forward gathering tasks. Yes I am auto confused dong, the others ahead collect the task while I just keep quiet.