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Jamal racked his brain in search of the best plan among all the plans his brain had built. The man continued to mumble and whisper to himself, until he finally fell asleep. Well, who knew that racking the brain was so exhausting like that.

On the other hand, this morning Pipit expected his son to be the best. Getting perfect grades and closing the mouths of people who always sneer at them both . Laura says she will try, she looks very eager to grant whatever her mother wants. He didn't want to see his mother's disappointed face again.

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"Ra, to the cafeteria, yuk," asked Zahrah who had just arrived. "I forgot breakfast earlier, he-he," said the girl again.

"Sorry, I want to study, I can't take you to the cafeteria" Laura replied.

"No need to apologize anymore, it's okay. Just relax, Ra. I can go there myself, really. Learning spirit!" tukas Zahrah waving his hands.

Laura waved back though briefly, the girl went back to reading the book she had in her hand. Soon there will be exams conducted to find out to what extent the students understand the lesson. And Laura's mother wanted her son to score the highest among all the students in the school. Laura also had no intention to disappoint the mother, so she continued to learn even though people said she did not need to open a book. He just had to answer and good grades would come out on their own as a result. But Laura is still learning, she believes the more she learns, the more she knows and understands, and the easier it will be to fill in all the questions that will be given later.

Did not feel the hour of rest arrived, the repetition held had also been completed. Many of them walk without passion, probably because they drain the brain to answer the questions given.

"Ha-ah, my brain is dying" complained Rani helplessly. The girl dragged her steps forcefully towards the canteen. "When does this end?" he said in a pitiful and desperate tone.

"Huh, don't you see my head it's like smoke?" timpal Windy snorted annoyedly at the grievances of his friend, as if he was the only one suffering alone. They all do the same thing.

"I think my life was half floating earlier" said Zahrah who walked while holding the wall, afraid that he would fall because he was too dizzy to drain his brain to think.

Laura who had been silent since then without chiming became the target of the gazes of the three of them. "What?" laura asked who felt the gazes from Zahrah, Rani, and Windy.

"Ra, could you not give me a little bit of your brain if we had another test like that?" oceh Zahrah.

"Could you?" take Laura seriously.

"I just wanted to talk, Ra. Don't be taken as seriously as that time, either" Zahrah felt better for seeing Laura's response just now. He felt that this friend of his was too innocent and naive, just believe what he said.

"Pfft, it's cool to joke with Laura. The response given is always serious but also looks funny," Rani held back her laughter.

"Well, it's enough to restore my spirit that was lost because most of it was about," added Windy.

Laura was silent, she was just listening. She was a little grateful that her three friends looked better than they were now. They also choose to spend time in the cafeteria until the bell rings again.

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"Oh, the homeroom teacher said that my invitation was a little late because there was a traffic jam, right?" murmured Laura recalled her homeroom homeroom when she was going home.

Laura could have complained this to her mother, their driver was too often late to pick her up. The mother said to pick me up half an hour before the school bell rang. But the result, it's still the same. The girl too often waited for a late invitation. Within a week, Laura could wait as much as three or four days. The rest of the day his invitation came on time and obeyed his mother's orders.

"Hi, son," a voice surprised Laura who was standing waiting for her driver to come. The girl turned her head and found Jamal standing not far from her. "How are you today?" asked the man again with a warm smile.

"Well," Laura replied briefly cutting off the possibility for a longer chat.

"What's that?" jamal asked while stealing the lyrics of the paper that Laura was holding.

"Paper," Laura replied flatly.

"Invitation?" jamal asked impatiently. This child is too flat and stiff, not sweet like other children.

"No," Laura replied. "Deuteronomy," the girl added.

"Wow, can this old man see the value his daughter gets?" jamal felt this was the way to start taking Laura's trust little by little.

"Yes," said Laura unconcerned. He handed me the paper he had been holding.

"Gosh, it turns out you're very, very clever" Jamal praised as if saying sincerely. "This old man really wanted to shout that his son is a genius, but unfortunately this old man has no right to do that" Jamal added excitedly at the beginning, but despair was immediately so aware of his circumstances. He glanced silently at the child, wanting to see what expression the child was putting on. Jamal hopes his son is a little touched and wants to trust him even if only a little, so he can carry out his plans with more power.

"It's not that smart until it's called genius!" hatch Laura cold.

"No, no. It's a perfect score, if not a genius, then what's the name?" timpal Jamal looked earnest and confident in what he said. Of course all the sweet words were just to make Laura's vigilance decrease. Even though the value obtained was bad, Jamal would definitely behave as if it was nothing. Life does not depend on the value obtained. But this is also better, he can praise and take Laura's heart at the same time using a little praise because the child gets a high score.

Laura was silent for a moment, the girl's hand stretched out softly. "Thank you" said the girl. "Can you give it back now?" tukas Laura asked for back the paper.

"Ha-ha-ha, of course. Sure did!" timpal Jamal who was quite satisfied to get a word of thanks from the boy in front of him this. Little by little, he will take the heart of his child and use the child to be able to return to his original place. I hope it doesn't take long.

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