Two Ti Saraga

Part 19's. The Atmaji Pradana Sutardiningrat

Everything will be fine. That's what other people often say, right?

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The crane!

The doorbell just sounded. Dozens of Dwiyana Muda Bangsa High School students who had gathered on the basketball court to watch the Lion Club playing then scattered back to their respective classes. Including Manisha and one of her best friends, Sia.

"Sha, my potato chips are missing. Ambilin...." Manisha rolled both her eyes when she heard Sia blabbering about the potato chips that were missing. Manisha immediately turned around, she decided to take the potato chips. Mubazir if not taken, he thought.

Indeed, over the past few weeks, Manisha has increasingly appreciated food. Especially since Andra has started to limit the food he should eat at home. Even the refrigerator can only be filled with instant noodles and eggs. If Bi Reta puts other food, then he must be ready to be fired. Because, now Andra has installed cctv in every room. So the movement of Manisha is also limited.

"You!" Manisha's heart beats very fast when he hears a familiar voice. Manisha stared miserably at the potato chips on the chair, but just now her hand almost managed to grab the food. Manisha turned.

Black mustache, mature brown skin, distended stomach. Very typical BIMPEN teacher. And surely the cruel traits are always attached to that teacher. Do not forget also the wooden rollers that always become his weapon to hit the hands or buttocks of students who fight against him. Ah, one more, black scissors ready to shave the head that does not want a haircut.

"Sir Trisno... hello?" Manisha greeted awkwardly. He scratched his nape.

"What a smile, you!" In fact, Manisha's death smile did not have the power to conquer Mr. Trisno's hard heart. He even looked at Sangar towards Manisha, even his thick mustache also swayed.

Manisha walked back and forth towards the red and white flag after seeing Mr. Trisno's eyes telling her to do the duty of the students who broke the rules, let alone not go straight to class after the bell rang.

Manisha instantly raised her hand, saluting the independence flag.

Manisha's current appearance is really chaotic, with the skirt bulging due to pocketing potato chips, then the constant sweat dripping from her forehead, because it can not stand to bask in the scorching sun.

Patience....

Two more minutes...

One more minute....

Bruk!

In fact, if Manisha is patient, her body cannot be patient. Manisha collapses after two hours of standing. Not because the physical is not strong, just that he did not have breakfast this morning, because the supply of eggs and noodles is exhausted.

Mr. Trisno who saw his disciple faint, rushed to run towards the field. Leaving his coffee on the school garden chair.

He scratched his head after being unable to hold his disciple. Not because Manisha is heavy, but Mr. Trisno's physique is no longer strong. He has six heads. His grandson has also much.

Suddenly amid the great confusion that hit Mr. Trisno, a male student came. Offering to help carry Manisha. It was directed by Mr. Trisno. After all, pity Manisha who has been sleeping on the ground since twenty minutes ago.

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Manisha gnashed her eyes. Trying to understand the surroundings that feel heavy. Faintly Manisha could hear the voices of her two friends arguing.

"Lo, anyway! Why tell Manisha to try!" That's Lea's voice. He was angry, because just because of Sia potato chips, Manisha had to be punished and now even passed out.

"Yes, sorry. I don't know if Mr. Trisno will show up." Sia's Voice. He replied with regret.

Manisha holds her head. He pioneered. This made his two friends who were arguing directly stared at him.

"Finally, Sha. Elo was conscious. Still sore?" Sia helps Manisha to sit down.

"Now, Sha. Drink first." Lea thrust a glass of water on Manisha, which was immediately received and drank aground by Manisha.

Lea bobbing head. In his heart he said, Manisha was just sick when smiling sweetness is not kelulungan, especially when conscious, it deserves a lot of people who like Manisha. Especially with her beautiful face. Complete already, man's dream.

"Yep, back to class."

Manisha trying to rise from UKS. He was arrested by Lea.

"Lo sure you're healthy?" lea asked with a doubtful face. However, Manisha steadily replied that she was already healthy. Inevitably, Lea finally chooses to bring Manisha back to class. Of course followed Sia behind who was still staring at Manisha with a guilty look. But Manisha did not dispute it at all.

"So who took me to the UKS?" ask Manisha curious.

Lea shook her head. Nor does he know who brought Manisha to the UKS.

"I don't know, we were called Mr. Trisno, told to go directly to the UKS," explained Lea slowly.

Manisha just nodded her head. Maybe help another BIMPEN teacher. Like Bu Zivi maybe.... Manisha can only guess who it is.

Arriving at the class, Manisha said her greetings and entered the class. However, Manisha frowned when she saw someone sitting in her chair.

"Lo who? Why sit in my chair?" he asked while pointing at a boy wearing round glasses with thick lenses.  The man put his pen on the table. He saw someone walking behind Manisha.

"Nisha, this is Atmaji. Students transfer from Nusa High School. In the past, he was indeed a student of this High School, but moved. And that chair you're sitting on is indeed her chair." Bu Wirda's explanation made Manisha upset. How can a person who has moved still have a chair?

"But, Mom, this is Nisha's chair. Which can be behind it. Although he was also a student here first, still this seat has become the right of Manisha." Manisha filed a protest against Bu Wirda. Where would he take it for granted. Moreover, this concerns the chair, Manisha is most abstinent to move if it is comfortable!

Buk Wirda gave a rough sigh, he patted Manisha on the shoulder. "Manisha, he's the son of the school's donor. He also went to school one High School with you anyway, in the tenth grade at Sabang High School. So you take it, huh? Find another chair. I hope you understand, Manisha."

Manisha shook her head in disbelief at Mother Wirda's explanation. Just because the son is a donor, he may treat the student differently. Where can it be like that! Manisha also paid SPP.

Lea and Sia also seemed annoyed to see Manisha being treated like that. They stared intently at Atmaji who was still sitting in his chair. Not moving and not trying to explain.

Lea clucked. "Yes, Sha. Mending Lo just give it up. There are no men here anyway. If there is, it should be him who gives."

Lea's subtle innuendo right about Atmaji's heart. He looked at Lea annoyed. Like a cat that is ready to attack a mouse to be eaten.

Manisha nodded in agreement. He walked towards the back seat, for it was the only seat that was empty. What can I do, he thought.

"Sha, you just sit in my chair. Let me be there." Raga's sudden voice offering Manisha a seat made everyone in the class shocked.

Manisha who was surprised at the sudden offer turned her eyes towards Sia who was looking down deeply. Nisha shook her head slowly, she can't be a bad person. Let alone making Sia sad, he said inwardly.

"No, no, Ga." Raga only shrugged her shoulders when she heard her laughter being rejected. While Sia who heard Manisha rejected Raga's offer, raised her head again. He smiles.

"She, you've got wet wipes, haven't you?" ask Manisha. Thankfully, he said in his heart because he saw Sia had expressed her normal again.

Sia nodded. And then she puts wet wipes on Manisha.

"Here I help," Lea bargained as she grabbed some wet wipes and immediately helped Manisha wipe away the slightly dusty tables and chairs. Seeing Lea helping Manisha, making Sia choose to help as well.

Their activities did not go unnoticed by the new child, Atmaji Pradana Sutardi. She smiled, then wrote back in her brown book. Buk Wirda was already sitting at his desk, checking out some of his student's unfinished assignments. He ignores Manisha and his best friend who are cleaning the table.

Raga snorted in her chair. He remembered not finished reading the Novel of the Dusk Woman Waiting for Dusk. He wants to get out now. After all, the lesson that Mother Wirda taught could not make her understand at all. Free, he thought. He's not as smart as Bayu.

Raga is still Raga. Lovers of love novels that, if said Manisha anyway, stuck in the drama of fiction. Ragas... Ragas....

TB

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