YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 1

..."I will remain patient until God gives me a gift that makes me cry in happiness"...

...~ Siti Anum Anggrani ~...

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 "Anum, are you ready yet?" shouted a middle-aged voice behind the door of the girl who was still asleep in her sleep. The girl had already tried to open her eyes, her mother's voice was able to make her open her eyes. Although, it is not completely open. At home, there are only two heads. There is nothing but them. The maid is still on holiday, not yet able to return. Yeah, that's what made this middle-aged woman work on her own.

 "Yes, Ma, stop. Just woke up!" shouted the 16-year-old girl, who had just lifted her body which was still concentrated by her favorite mattress. The sunlight had already changed color, which was originally bright blue, now turned pitch black. Yes, this would be a good sign for a 16-year-old girl. This girl has distinctive on her face, round eyes and dense eyelashes. Make it, more beautiful and adorable. How not? Her expanding cheeks made her even more beautiful. Siti Anum Anggraini, a tagname who is in her school uniform.

 He only has a mother. His father left him long ago, he decided to separate. And all the responsibilities were taken by his mother. Black solid. That was what Hanum looked at as his eyes looked at the sky. The curvature on her lips, making her cheeks grow fluffy. He was very happy, probably because he liked a drop of rain. His feet stepped towards his mother, happy to cross his eyes.

 "Ma, we're just leaving, yeah! You see, I have pickets in the classroom," cried Hanum, his left hand carrying brown jam bread. A glass of chocolate milk had been gulped down by Hanum. "What time is it, son. Six o'clock over twelve minutes," refuted the middle-aged woman, who slightly disliked the way her child ate. "It's gonna rain, Ma. I got on the bike, let's hurry" replied Hanum, then kissed his mother's hand.

 His feet stepped towards the warranty, his mother just shook her head slowly to see the behavior of this child. Cold atmosphere. That's what Hanum felt. He was riding his bike so slowly, a sense of happiness flashed clearly on his face. Seen by the man who was riding his bicycle across the street, Hanum remembered very well with his face. Man with a sharp nose, has a characteristic sweet in between his smile. Yep! It was the man that Hanum was currently admiring, the man who was able to captivate his heart. He seemed hypnotized, the man who was on the road was now at his side. Since when, he's been here. Inner Hanum, who repeatedly cursed himself.

 "His school days in SMPN Nusa Bangsa?" Asked the man, then a beautiful arch was seen on his face. If only, he did not keep the image he might have been screaming and running around the world. "Yes, sister," Hanum replied, then threw a smile as sweet as possible.

SMPN Nusa Bangsa

 Hanum is famous for being quiet. Not that he has no enemies. His feet were heavy, his head lowered. He never knew what fate would befall him. Six pairs of eyeballs were now staring intently at Hanum, he sped his way towards the school's karidor to save himself. But all his plans failed. His steps stopped, the palm was already on its shoulders. And, he prepared himself for the possibility that would happen.

 "Hanum, come here for a moment" invited one of the women. He could be said to be the boss in a cabal. It could be seen, everything was following whatever the woman ordered. "Where, Yes?" hanum asked, fear gnawing at his body.They had no good intentions towards Hanum. Hanum. Wasn't it! Instead of being dragged to the school notice board, which was far from the crowd. Black ink on the paper, adorned sweetly on the notice board.

Scholarships at SMAN MUKTI 2

 

Sista Fitriani Angel's

 Hamshah Ramadhani 

Siti Anum Anggraini's

Vita Nuri Widya Princess

 Hanum dragged his eyes so slowly, he never knew if his name would be listed here. They started to grab the veil attached to Hanum's head, so hard. Until, Hanum must defend so as not to loose in his head. "Why did you get a scholarship!" the woman snapped earlier, her eyes signifying the current unbearable anger. "I don't know either," Hanum replied, his eyes teary withstanding a cry. He never knew if he would get a scholarship in the favorite SMAN.

Now, her tears can't be contained anymore. On the sidelines of the classroom hallway, the place pitted at this moment. The rain was so heavy, making this girl have to tighten her embrace on her body. Hardcore, that's what Hanum's thinking right now. Although it would look stupid, he walked in a wet shirt. However, all of that did not make him ashamed if it had to be said to be a lunatic though. Between joy and anxiety. He is in third grade and wants to go to SMAN. And, today is the last day he was in this SMPN. Where all the stories are mixed. No. gabe. Those memories weren't always in Hanum's mind. He chose himself, and did not want to date. He does not intend to be in love at all, but he only likes in an idle way. He said it was his own way of being happy.

SMAN Mukti 2's

 The girl's feet ran towards the notice board, which was housed right in the Twelveth grade. Rows of paper after white paper scratched black ink. Many times, Hanum had to maintain a firm foundation, while crowded with dozens of people. As a result, what he wanted to find. It was clearly visible in front of him, a beautiful smile engraved on his lips. His cheeks were fluffy, happily etched into the hugs of his eyes. Finally, the test was done. Now, it has been good fruit.

BRUK!!!

 The first day was a bad day for him. That was Hanum's mind at the moment. He was inexhaustible, with the person who hit him without a word of help or apology. His eyes crawled over a man who hit him, that blue-white garment that was captured by his eyes. "Well, what the hell is the way?" the man complained, his face seemed to be upset by this incident. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it" Hanum replied. How many seconds did he stretch out his hand. "You?" said the man. Wrinkles on Hanum's forehead.

It was clear who had collided with him earlier. Oh my god! It might be that right now, a lot of maki scolding for him alone. "Sister?" said Hanum. Believe it or not, that's what Hanum's thinking right now. There was not a word to praise this man. There were no words capable of resembling a man who had this distinctive handsome face. The dream!. Inner Hanum, he did not realize that happiness was clearly visible in the look on his face. "Why are you here?" ask the man. Then, stand with Hanum's helping hand.

Although heavy. At least Hanum could help him to stand up, this was more than enough. That's Hanum lebay!. A cry in his mind, trying to get rid of this crazy thought. "Ehmc ... I'll sign up here, brother," replied Hanum who was a little awkward. And, it was clearly visible on his sidelines. The man just looked at Hanum. Nothing interesting about this girl. Maybe that's what's going through his brain. Their conversation stopped with a typical smile from the man, Hanum just nodded slowly.

 Class 10 Ips 2, the class Hanum is currently occupying. And, he's very happy. Can be with a man who is secured. Women are quite tall, about 165 cm. Walk towards the place Hanum occupied at the moment. New friend. That's what's stuck in that woman's brain. His eyes fixed on the figure of the woman who was at the table alone, no one greeted him.

 "Can I sit here?" ask the woman, smiling sweetly. Looking at the woman who is seen, just pensive on the sidelines of her loneliness. "You daydreaming, huh?" asked the woman again, there was a confused look on her face. "Ehmm anu uh that, no papa. You just sit here" Hanum said nervously.

It's been an hour, but no sound has come out. It's cold!. Inner Hanum, he felt less fitting if juxtaposed with the woman next to him who is good at getting along. Hanum often opens his mouth shut, nervous about what he gets. "Emmm. By the way until when we get them," cried Hanum, while grinning a smile. The woman, stared slowly at Hanum. Perhaps he had never met anyone so rigid in introductions, "Oh yeah. My name is Fatimah Nur Agraini" said the woman. Then, extended his hand to Hanum.

 I don't know what Hanum thought. He wanted to show his teeth, and also his cheeks were fluffy. However, nil. He had just met Fatimah. "Heheh really is the same, I know my name Siti Anum Agraini, the same yes," replied Hanum. Sambari returned his hand. Wonder. That's what happened to Fatimah. It's not a coincidence, but it's a commonality. Fatimah chuckled, "Can we?" Ask Fatimah. Hanum just shrugged his shoulders which meant, he didn't know it at all.

 The conversation between the two of them turned into a joke. Like, they have known for a long time. Admittedly, Fatimah is a sociable person. He got the friend he wanted. In the doorway is seen a male figure who has a height of 175 cm. Tall right? Even if Hanum was next to him maybe Hanum was just his chest. And, it could be, just the limit of the stomach and chest. The lamb can be seen, directed at Hanum. Uh. Nope. Directed at Fatimah, Hanum dragged his eyeballs looking at Fatimah's hand also waving the man who was in the doorway. This man's decisive move reminded something in Hanum's brain. The shadow became more visible and more attached to the renrina of Hanum's eyes.

 Fatimah smiled sweetly, "she's my ex," Fatimah whispered to Hanum. The shadow was getting clearer, the closer. The man's face was not so unfamiliar in the memories of this girl who had these fluffy cheeks. Hanum whispered, "Whose name?" Fatimah laughed amusedly, "Bagas Duwi Jaya." The man was now in front of Hanum and Fatimah, that special smile that made Hanum never expect it. This fella? This lady?. Inner Hanum, he could not swallow his own saliva. It's hard, it's not an ex-unification, right? "You go to school here? Why didn't you tell me?" tanya Bagas, while bringing the chair closer to Fatimah.

 Her trademark smile made Hanum almost a cursed woman, her eyes looking at her rolling many times. And that's what makes him feel pain. "Ih deket deket" Fatimah shouted, but with emphasis in her voice. It can be seen, the look on Fatimah's face turned into a feminine Fatimah, not one that has a slang like that. "He who?" Bagas' gaze now turned to me. "Know, he's my new friend. Her name, Siti Anum Anggraini," said Fatimah. Meanwhile, Hanum's lips were still stiff to open.

 Bagas extended his hand to Hanum, the cold sweat that Hanum had obtained. The heart was pounding, pumping stronger, further making Hanum tremble. How many seconds later, Hanum returned Bagas's post. That's been said long enough. And Bagas, a tripical impatient man. Here, they were found. What is God's destiny like? What Hanum thought at this moment was, how could he spend time with the man he admired. Although, he knows. It would be impossible for him, then? How else? It's not reasonable at all.