A. N. S
Morning School on Monday

"Why are you pouting, brother ? I do not like to be picked up mas." said my brother who I often call mas Mario.

"No puny, mas." while my lips were swept up by accident to appear in the rearview jetcooled bike of my brother, the best tempo doeloe in his class. When it was before the watermelon era. If now the old bin motorcycle is the most popular rare people.

"That's his lips playing in the rearview mirror, mas. Not sure if his lips aren't that good."

"Aih.what the heck mas. My people say no papa. She likes her sister mojokin. If you meet a fight, if Ndak meet directly nyerocos tuh lips. In public, again. I'm ashamed of you, seeing people who are dating ?" before sticking out. No doubt my mouth was just nagging along the way. Ngomelin nih my brother.

"Lhah.sama's own sister. Big brother Mario ya did rotibutin anyway. Let's just tell people what to say."

"Yes that, mas. I'm shy. I thought it was my boyfriend."

"Who does this ? Let me kick my taekwondoku kick."

"Yes I mean.if anyone likes me, I'm a bully at college. Shamefully... Look at nothing like Bue. Let's get mad at Mario." Remember the old days when my late mother was still alive, I can still tell, spoiled, complain my brother's ignorance. And Bue (Hubby) always grabbed (smooth hit) my brother's head.

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On Monday morning arrived, Bue had prepared provisions for me and my brother to be taken to their respective boarding houses. The same was brought in two places. The place costs are different. I'm the one who left behind my sister UNS is far away at the end of the kulon.

If you stay on the phone to the workshop will be delivered from the Father who has a workshop. Understandably at that time there was no mobile phone that could at any time WhatsApp an.

Half six in the morning we leave. My brother's already a bike manasin and I live hanging out on his bike. Before I kissed my mother's cheek, I shook hands half as old and I said hello.

Always 'I remember, from a distance he always sobbed his tears when we stayed. Memories that will be etched throughout the history of my life. There's a mother in every place that likes my pain.

Alhamdulillah until Solo at half seven in the morning. How can ... My brother is the fastest speeding. In the past watermelon era, like to join the famous Sumber Kencono bus at that time. The campus clock is only starting to enter at seven, because this morning there is a morning lecture with Plant Breeding lecturers who are very very very disciplined. The full seven-hour schedule must also be seven.

I hurried down from my brother's bike, and did not forget to say hello and kiss his right hand. So did my brother return the greeting and did not forget to kiss my forehead. Seraya pamit to continue his journey.

"Get yourself well, the college is cool, do not like daydreaming in class, do not feel afraid of the upperclassmen. Smile if you are bullied. Confident, not giving up easily, brave. It was just his sister Mas." smiling and gently stroking my head that was covered in a veil.

"Yes, fine. The brother's orders are the orders of King Mario. Hhhh.." answered me with a grin.

" Sir brother first, yes. Do not forget to pray and fast the sunnaya yes, brother."

"Siya, Sister Imam. In Shaa Allah." answered me as my brother rushed to leave me while carrying supplies from my mother.

Halfway left by brother, then I entered the boarding room. Don't forget to say hello and knock on the door at the room. Immediately 'I save Mother's provisions for me to eat later after breaking the fast. After that I hurried to organize the lecture book and get ready to go to campus. Afraid late I can not enter the class later, because first Mother lecturer and sister assistant beautiful.