The Taste of School

om Arta

"Well that's how it is" explained Amanda after a long story.

"Ouh, I just found out that Linda is that bad" said Nay who just knew the truth.

"Yes, and fortunately Lo is not a person who is easily affected by nay"

Nay nodded

"Oh yeah, I forgot it, Lo from which class? Lo's face is also foreign, new boy huh?" Ask Amanda again.

Nay just grinned.

"Yes, I'm from 11th grade c, I'm also sitting with Leon" he explained again.

"Mmmm... How does it feel to sit with Leon?" Ask Amanda who is curious, because she knows that Leon is a quiet person, but once his talk is already rich familiar, even his words are sometimes not filtered first.

"He sleeps more in class, rarely talks to him" explained Nay while scratching his head.

Amanda had a little laugh

"Ahaha.., it used to be that way, it didn't change well"

"Uhh... Sometimes he also talked about pedes, jinie who was a schoolgirl, if Leon who called to turn into his school toa" said nay who remembered with Leon.

"Ahaha... Geez, I used to try Deket with him, let him not be alone continue, kasian him if he did not have a friend, so he did not have a friend, I also tried to invite him to join my friends, but he instead stayed away, I don't know why, but he just replied gini “gue does not like the crowd” so he said"

They both tell stories so they do not realize that the bell home from school has rung, so long as they tell stories.

Suddenly someone came.

"Here Lo is apparently Amanda" said a man with a bag behind his back.

"Loh, what's the matter jun?, Ko Lo bring all the bags?" Ask Amanda who was astonished, even though it was the belom hours home from school she thought.

"Heh!, this has come home from school, I went around the school nyariin Lo from earlier" explained the man named Juna.

Amanda and Nay are shocked.

"WHAT!!!.." nay and Amanda.

Then Nay and Amanda immediately stood up and ran to their respective classes to take his bag.

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Nay arrived at his class, and sure enough there was no one in his class.

Ah yaampun, this is because of the fun of talking to Amanda, sampe forgot his inner gini time.

After picking up her bag she leaves, and at the school gate she meets Amanda again.

Amanda goes home with Juna on his matic motor.

"Nay, Laen kali maen-maen well my class, byee..." Amanda said as she waved her hand towards nay.

Nay just smiled as he looked at their motorbike which was far away.

Nay POV's

Then I started walking, down the street.

When I go home from school I usually choose to walk, well even though my house is a little far away.

Usually I go home through a park that can be said to be quiet, there is a lake here, I also immediately sit on the edge of the lake, very comfortable and calm.

"Oiyy.." - Yeah...."

Calling someone from behind me, I looked back.

He came closer, and sat down beside me.

"Gapain Lo's here alone?" Ask her.

He is a hobby.

"Don't know, just a prank, Lo yourself what's here?"

She's laughing a little

"Ahaha.... Same, I'm here too"

Hoby is laughing well, funny is not funny he keeps laughing.

"Eh see, there is a boat" he said while pointing to a boat at the end of the lake.

"Kesana yuk" asked him again, then he stood up and walked towards the boat.

And in the end, me and Hoby were in the boat, he was the paddleman.

"Eh look, there's a goose" he pointed again.

"Bah... Ahahaha..." He laughed, I don't know what he was laughing about.

From the first time I met him, he always put on a cheerful face, always laughing when he saw something that he thought was good or funny.

Like sunshine.

Suddenly a huge butterfly flew towards the hoby.

Hoby raised his right hand, hoping the butterfly would stop by.

And how shocked he was when the butterfly actually stopped in his palm.

"Uhh..... Ahahahaha.., Nay look"

"Waaahh.... The butterflies are so big" I said amazed.

The butterfly is indeed very large, maybe the size of a hand hoby, and do not forget the color on the butterfly's wings, very beautiful, bright blue color mixed with white.

Even late in the afternoon, after a day with a hobby, I went straight home with delivered by a hobby, he forced to drive me, he said it was not good to walk alone in a quiet place rich gini, he said, especially I'm a girl.

Well, there really are, too. But I'm used to it.

When I got to my house, the hoby went straight home, without stopping by my house first, he said his mother had been waiting for him at home.

Then I went inside the house, the clock showed at 04 pm, and it turns out my mother had gone home.

My mom is a widow, already from 5 years ago mama and papa divorced, it's all because papa cheated on each other women.

Mama and papa I used to fight, and mama also often gets rough treatment from papa, and I don't like that.

They married because of an arranged marriage, how old life is.

Actually I'm a bit sad about my ruined family life, but I also can't if I have to see my mother tormented by papa.

now, look, mama looks better in the absence of papa.

She works as a primary school teacher.

"Nay, just came home" said Mama when she saw me entering the living room.

"Yes ma" answered me

And look in the guest chair, there is a middle-aged man in his office uniform, he is an om Artadinata dwirama who has been half a year of his lover my mother.

"Hi om" said I'm friendly with a smile.

"Hi nay, just came home" said om Arta.

"Yes, um"

"Nay, you clean your body first, mama wants to prepare dinner for the three of us, all of you want to talk about Arta with you" explained mama.

"Ok mah"

I went straight to the room and took a shower.

But what exactly does anyone want to talk about om arta? I was curious.

Om Arta is a good man, it is clearly visible from the look in his eyes when he sees mama, his gaze is very sincere, he looks loving.

She is also a widower, she is the same age as my mom and she is also a humorous person.

He was often at my house when I came home from work, just hitchhiking dinner and the rest he often invited me to play PS.

He said at night he would be lonely at home, because his only child was busy working at night, and would only come home at 10 p.m.

Yes, she has a daughter too, she even once showed me her picture, the girl looks very pretty in the photo.

But all this time I never saw him, even my mother has never seen him.

Om Arta said her son worked in a dessert shop, and he worked in the kitchen so he kept her busy and sometimes there was no time to call because it would be very disturbing.

And his name is

Leon Artadinata's

At school I was surprised to hear Leon introduce himself, his name is really similar to the name of his son om arta, but I still want clear photos of children om Arta, very different from those at school.