Three Hearts to Carla
episode 10's
After several months of teaching and learning activities, all students are finally faced with a midterm exam that will be conducted for 10 days.
We have a lot of things to prepare. Starting from learning the material that has been taught, collecting assignments that had forgotten have not been collected, and many more are the point.
The task of the managers of OSIS 1 day before the test is to paste the exam number in each corner of the table.
Because I was one of the officers who put up the exam number, so I could also find where my class and desk were at the exam using my exam number.
After I checked one by one, how shocked I was when I knew which class would be one room with my class.
"Huh...!!! My class is the same class as Rasya?" I said while glaring.
"So what's the chance that I can get to a room with that guy??" I murmured in my heart with curiosity.
"Ehm... So the more curious, guess who's sitting next to me?"
"But I'm sure it's not Rasya. Because after all I know Rasya's first name is Adrian Rasya, so it must be included in the order of early attendance. The question is, whose first name is that guy? Maybe not for my same class?? Oh my God, even though I'm not the least I asked to be in the same room with him." I said in my heart.
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The day of the exam began, our classes and senior and supervisory classes had already entered the room. The other bench is filled, just next to me that has not been filled. I'm getting stifling, guess who's gonna sit next to me?
After praying the supervisor gave us a question sheet and test sheet. While I was focusing on filling out the answer sheet available, suddenly someone was sitting next to me. I haven't seen who he is yet, because I'm still focused on my activities.
After I finished filling in the data and started reading about it, I took the time to see who was sitting next to me.
"Huh...!!! in.at..he..he..." I kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't make a sound.
O Lord, you have granted my prayer this time, not just one class but one bench.
Yes, he is a guy I have always admired.
But as a woman I do not want to show what I am feeling. so women must also jaim (keep the image).
That'll be GeEr again.
In my heart I flowered flowers, and my positive energy suddenly just popped out without being asked.
The material I learned last night by chance a lot came out on the exam.
Happy I am today. Today is my lucky day. I smile occasionally in the exam.
The first exam is over. I went out of the room to eat my lunch that was brought by Mom.
Even though I was given pocket money with my parents. But I always try to stay frugal. I'd rather bring my own stuff. In addition to being more efficient but also healthier.
During the break I use a lot of time to read some of the material that has been taught.
The bell rings indicating the second test will be conducted. We are still waiting for the supervisor, because our room key is still being brought by the supervisor. So after the exam is over all the exam rooms will be locked, aiming to avoid students who will put or store cheats in the classroom.
Finally the supervisor came. We entered the room. After sitting down and praying, the supervisor will share questions and answer sheets.
At the time the supervisor was sharing questions and answer sheets, suddenly the guy next to me gave candy to me as a sign of introduction. He introduced himself to me.
" Randi Widya Pratama" yes that name that I always wanted to know all this time.
After mutual acquaintance we also misbehave each other, because maybe this is the same as the first for us.
Amanda still has activities with her friends today. So he asked me to go home first.
While I was sitting with my friend, Randi came and sat down next to me.
"No, who's waiting?" Ask me.
"In a moment, still want to talk first with them.
"I guess I'll wait for me again." I stared at him for a while and then I turned my face the other way. He managed to make my face like boiled shrimp.
"I'm kidding." Smile at me.
"Not kidding, either. It is precisely this moment that I have been waiting for a long time." - my mind with its own smile.
"Why are you smiling to yourself?"
"Eh..eh.not what." My answer is a clumsy smile.
"Oh yes already. Oh, did you meet Amanda?"
"Yes" I answered briefly
"One village or Junior High?"
"Two" And I was still jaim at the time.
" Oh "The answer is short.
As long as we talked, there was comfort I felt. It's just that he's been asking more questions and telling me a lot about Amanda.
"Why Amanda? why is he asking so many questions about Amanda? and he knows a lot about Amanda. Does he like Amanda? And then come up to me knowing I'm Amanda's best friend? Like Rasya did to get close to me?" A lot of questions ran through my mind. I guessed the situation I was in.
Rather than me asking a lot of questions that I obviously won't be able to answer, I'll try to ask Amanda tomorrow. Let me not continue to be curious, actually there is a relationship between Amanda and Randi?
Although in front of Randi I can smile, but not with my heart. There was a strange sigh that made my heart ache and my eyes began to dew. Am I not just amazed by Randi? but love is the same as him?
"Kok even daydream about it?" Waving his hands in front of me
"Emmm... What was?" Answer me
"No papa, I was just asking why are you daydreaming?"
"Oh, yes, I was thinking about my answer. Keinget only if earlier there was a question whose answer taker the same other number." My lie.
I can't be honest, if I'm jealous because she's been asking and telling me about Amanda.
Is Amanda really in a relationship with Randi and she's covering it up from me?
Wait, why am I so jealous and bad to think of my best friend? I don't know what the truth is yet. It could have been if he was the same Amanda from the beginning was a close friend. Remember La, don't suudzon before you know what really happened.
You've known Amanda for a long time, but why do you still think badly of her?
I'm saying I'm going home first. I don't want this feeling to continue. I would rather lose someone I admire than a friend who accompanied me from childhood.
