The Unforgettable Story of Friendship

95. The race day arrived

The day that Yang was waiting for arrived, Rahma and the others were sitting in a very large field and witnessed by all seventh, eighth and ninth grade students and students. this race is also held for all classes and all classes have representatives, for example in the Rahma class there are many who follow the race.

The event was started with the words of greeting from brother and Ayuk who held this Competition, now entering the first race that is a poetry reading competition, and, starting from class 9 later alternating 8th and 7th grade Some names of students were called from a karttas given by representatives of each class.

Enthusiasm was emanated, from the faces of everyone moreover, the schoolgirl who was scrambling a poem in her hand, she said, with great admiration and movement of his hands that are not silent up and down and then to the chest.

"prok-prok"

Rousing applause from all the Students who watched, the sound of the audience rang out, Many were amazed by the cleverness of the poetry reading, from the 9th grade Schoolgirl

The names of the students who followed the poem were called one by one from their respective class representatives, and now Rahma's Turn was called.

" Ayok Rahma is in the spirit." Lestari said while her hands were clenched and lifted up.

" It's Definitely Tar." Rahma approached Kk who was holding a mic, and asked Rahma.

" Want to Read the poem What Deck?" Ask the kk

" The poem of the Old Beggar Kk." Rahma answered while looking at the kk in front of her.

" Okay, don't you bring the deck text?" Ask me that again.

" Not kk."

"Well this adek does not use the text of friends, Adek whose name is class?"

" Okay Adek Rahma, here's the mic"

Rahma took the mic with a smile.

For the second time, Rahma recited this poem, first in the seventh grade and now in the eighth grade in front of everyone The students teachers also looked at Rahma.

While demonstrating the movement of the Hand, and put his palm on the chest while the Raut of his face appeared sad and unfortunate an old beggar. The poetry of this old beggar is only a small number of words and kept Terngiang in Rahma's head, Because he recited the poem in the first time Sd and he was taught by his beloved Teacher.

" Prok-prok" A loud applause rang out in Rahma's head, Her friends who were standing not far from there with happy smiles saw Rahma reciting a poem, Mother Master and Master also applauded.

Poetry reading has been blessed, Now taking turns singing the pop song, Lestari and Malinda also joined, they are training while singing a little beside Rahma.

" Singing what are you Tar?" Ask Rahma on Dance.

" Love letter to Starla ma." - answered Lestari while continuing her singing.

" Let's wait for our class, spirit.

" Oh, we must be this spirit." Lestari and malinda answered

The singing race began, now the called began in the class of 8¹ First students sang dangdut songs unexpectedly the first song was immediately made a furore with a tone that echoed and made the ones he heard to laugh and happy, Rahma was enthusiastic to see the schoolgirl singing.