Why This Is My Story

Olympiads

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Hope success is in your hands

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Zia focused on books, all the lattice that had been given by the guidance teacher she learned with totality. The Olympics are in sight, tomorrow it will go against the children of other schools at the national level. Every way he will try to achieve success, because he clings to the effort will not betray the results.

Zia's parents always supported and prayed their best for her little daughter.

" good luck to our little daughter" said Mama and papa on the phone.

A few moments later...

Ting ....Ting...Ting...

" p "

"Uy, tomorrow bring back by yes.for both of us here "

Grub message appears on WhatsApp Zia . Putu and Ray encouraged and meinitip to bring the fruits of their hands to them.

" Well we win, be careful on the road tomorrow. Bestie spirit" added Putu .

" gai, gays. Thank you, virtual hug gays" Zia replied spoiled.

Ciko also cheers on her loving boyfriend.

" The spirit is dear, do not eat late. May bring good results, now rest gih, let's not sleepy tomorrow after the Olympics, cave love equally you. Muah "virtual kiss from Ciko.

Zia increasingly excited he learned hard from the lattice given by the supervisor. His determination is getting bigger to win.

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When alone befriended with loneliness, the memories often come back haunting. One time on the way when leaving school suddenly cried because he remembered it. Maybe when a motorcycle overtakes me he is amazed and asks what is wrong with me who cries brutally while riding a motorcycle. Chest feels claustrophobic remembering the bad things that once accompanied.

Desiring to have a partner close to me, wanting to feel hugging and leaning conveys pent-up grievances. But all that is just a delusion, he who is far away there is not necessarily able to see me immediately.

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Zia who saw the watch in her hand was already at 19:00 wib, Ray and Putu have not yet come, the three of them agreed to go to the square to celebrate the Zia olympic victory 3 days ago. He who goes back and forth in and out of the house to make sure they do not find their presence.

Suddenly....

when I step into the house

Tin..

Tin..

Tinnnnn.....

The sound of a horn rang loudly from outside the fence.

" Oy, don't come in. Otw we again "cry Ray calling Zia .

Ray who had arrived first rather than Putu immediately invited Zia to leave immediately.

" Later followed by him, there is a bad business he said, come on. Permission is "sahutnya .

Ray gives Zia a helmet and helps wear it. Their eyes looked at each other Zia smiled as Ray helped her.

" Kok so sweet gini kita hahahah" exclaimed Zia while embarrassed and hit Ray's shoulder hard .

*Aduhhhhh.. hahahha Ray laughed, with his hand holding the shoulder that Zia struck.

" Truly yes Putu said he wanted the same to go, even all there is business" said Zia along the way

Flickering street lights turn on beautifully, Zia's most favorite moment when riding a motorcycle. The Sunday night atmosphere is crowded, the city square Square is crowded with many motor clubs. Zia whose initial intention was to bring the lady (her favorite motorbike) was banned by Ray and asked to join his side only.

A lively, crisp-sounding laugh accompanies the night in the square. Sapa and smile fluffy make kopdar club' motor increasingly boisterous. Hugged each other.

" This is Zia ya, from SMA Negeri 7 Bandung (while extending his hand) congratulations on his victory" said the man from one of the motorcycle clubs.

" Oh yeah bang, I'm Zia. Thank you (shake her hand )." full of astonished gazes Zia replied to him without asking more.

" That's all, " asked Ray

" I'm the general, at the grub club' " Ray explained the details.

" Huhah, bad huh. Surprise really "Shame Zia hugged Ray as a thank you he was so happy with the surprise given by Ray.

" Heh" came Putu's voice from behind which was startling.

" Hugs don't invite. Follow dong" pinta putu full spoiled.

" Ala la, my dear. Here" said Zia widened her hands and hugged Putu.

" Bentar, what a hug to do" asked Putu probing

" Heee, dasarr" Ray mentoyol Putu's head.

A laughing puttle, putting on a plain face did not know what was going on. He just followed in that happiness.

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" Congratulations yes, for the success of her "speech came from anyone who saw Zia. He won first place in the mathematics Olympiad. In the past, Zia became a new student, many who did not pay attention to her, now become a material praise without stopping because of success.

Because of her happiness, Zia invited Ray and Putu to go touring to Lombok, with the aim of Klambu Waterfall. It was his dream place since before moving to Bandung.

" Tomorrow we take a holiday, we just unplug it first don't have to wait for a holiday" Zia asked Putu and Ray who sat in the corner of the class.

Today there is a class meeting all students and teachers are in a race to close this semester.

" Bad you, (pinched cheek Zia ) is already class 12. Not most permits, tar ga pass dear" exclaimed Putu spoiledly.

" Once too, yes. Please?"

with their hands together as if to beg them to obey their will.