Tomboy Girl Heart Poetry

57. Mila Anggini Princess

A girl who is cheerful, fit-looking but has clean white skin, straight black hair and achieves in her school.

He had been an orphan since the age of 12, his father was a machinist and had a severe accident that killed the father.

His mother named Sri Ningsih, a cake maker and sold every morning at the market, sometimes also Ibu Ningsih accept cake orders for certain parties or events. The taste of cakes made by his mother is famous for being good in the market area and the neighborhood of his house.

Since her father died Mila helped her mother sell cakes at school, she put the cake in the cafeteria if it was not caught by the school he was selling in the classroom.

Mila graduated with the best grades, so she got a scholarship from the school to continue her education to college. He and his mother moved from their old house to a house closer to the campus and the market.

Even though the house is small, it is very comfortable and cool. The house he bought with his savings that had been in the tube since entering High School.

That morning, Mila woke up with an alarm. With enthusiasm he went from the bed to the bathroom, considering today was his first day of admission to the University.

25 Minutes Mila out of the bathroom is complete with her clothes to go to campus. Mila came out of the room and walked towards the dining table, from waking up until she reached the dining table a sweet smile never faded.

"Good morning my beautiful mother" Mila greeted with enthusiasm

"Eh, are you awake? Just aja I want to wake you up" said Ningsih after putting a bowl of fried rice "Such passion you"

"Should dong Bu, today is the first day Mila to campus after waiting 1 month more" reply Mila with a smile

Ningsih smiled, "Student learning, which is true, scholarship is difficult to get, not in vain"

"Every mother I love" said Mila saluted

"Look you have breakfast first, let's not lemes" said Ningsih nodded by Mila with enthusiasm

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Mila got off the angkot and set her foot in front of the campus building where she studied. His feet began to swing into the campus. With a big smile, he looked around and kept walking....

Bugh....

She hit a man until the paper he was holding was scattered, Mila quickly collected the paper and gave it to the man.

"Sorry sister, I didn't intentionally" said Mila bowed in fear

"Yes no papa, next time heart - heart yes" replied the man

"Lo the new student?" ask the man

"Yes, sister" replied Mila

"What faculty?"

"Faculty of Economics"

"Do you know the class?" Mila shook her head "Look me anter"

"Well?!"

Mila raised her face, she stared at the sharp eyes of the man, though sharp but able to make him fascinated by the man, just by looking into his eyes. Then he quickly regained consciousness.

Mila frowned as the man in front of her was silent, he wagged his hand "Sister!!"

"Eh yes" the man regained his senses and chanted "Let me anter lo to class"

"No, thank you, I can be alone" Mila refused

"At the end of the class, do you want to be late on the first day?"

Mila scratched her nape that was not itchy, right said the man, he did not want to give a bad impression on the first day on campus, he said, but he did not know this man because he was a little closed with new people.

"Don't think over time, let me anter, I'm not a bad person really" said the man again

Doubtfully Mila nodded then followed the man's footsteps. They stopped stepping as soon as they got in front of a room with a few people inside.

"This is his class" said the man

Mila observed the atmosphere of the class, then turned back to the man who drove her "Thank you, brother, already in the anterin" with a smile

"Samely, if I go first, bye" said the man passed away

Mila looked at the man's back as she continued to wave her hand "Well, handsome again" she muttered "Eh, Mil realized, who are you? She who?" patting - plump the eel "Huh!!"

Mila stepped into the classroom and sat on the blank, she sat down while observing the contents of the class in her place, a smile was again present on her simple face.