ALYA DIARY
01

"Alya, go to number 3."

appoint Bu Harni physics teacher in XI class IPA 3, asking Alya to go ahead and work on problem number 3.

Alya Suciyati is a girl who is sitting in XI class at a State High School in her city. He was hijab and quiet child even though he was actually his son engrossed when he knew.

Alya every day she is called by her friends is one of the bright students in her class, often he gets the first or sometimes second rank because he has to lose value with his friend Salsa who is also good at the son of a school principal.

Alya came forward without bringing her notebook because it was like that when Bu Harni asked her students to solve a problem.

It didn't take long Alya had finished it, "Good Alya." said Bu Harni praising Alya for his right work.

Alya returned to her seat with relief and was very satisfied with the results of her work which received praise from Bu Harni who was famous for stingy smiles.

"That's a great printer you Al." praise Diana, his friend.

"If I had wet the bed in front, it would have been the most difficult of the three questions that Bu Harni had given me earlier."

"Sussstt.. Listen."

Alya asked Diana to be quiet as Bu Harni was explaining in front.

The bell home from school has rang, cheers from students sounded boisterous finally today ended also because it had been squeezed his brain all day.

"You're with Al's underclassman."

diana asked in the parking lot.

"Yes Di, I didn't bring a motorbike brought by the father of work earlier." Alya sat on the bench in the parking lot.

"That's Ida, I'm Al first."

"OKAY.."

Diana passed by when her boyfriend had pulled out his motorbike and Ida my junior sister who was also a younger class sister had also come out and climbed the motorbike.

Alya immediately approached Ida, She did not feel good because of her bad self. Actually Alya has a motorbike but in his Father, he prefers nebeng than his Father can not go to work or sometimes he also ride an angkot if Ida there is an event and can not be together, only later the entrance is far from the angkot stop and He often walks if no one stops to offer it together.

Samsul named Mr. Alya, He worked in the Factory as an employee and Rani named his mother an ordinary housewife. His mother was also a Factory employee but was very ill when her first sister was a child and decided to go out and take care of her children.

Alya's sister there are two all boys, she herself the girl and the first child. Ikhsan names her first sister six years apart with her then Dani her second sister nine years apart with her.

Arriving at home, Alya went down in front of Ida's house and walked about 100 meters to his house.

"Yes Al, same - same."

Alya walks into her house and occasionally argues with her neighbors who cross paths with her.

"Just come home Al."

"Yes Bude, Bude is going to the rice field." asked Alya.

"Yes Al.."

Bude name for the neighbor who was above his mother Alya, He was always taught by both parents to respect the older.

Arriving at Alya's house did not forget to say hello and then kissed her mother's hand.

"Al has prayed."

"It was Buk, it was the second break of prayer in the school mosque."

Alya is not like a rich man's son who calls Mama and Papa, but quite Father and Mother.

"Change your dinner clothes."

"Yes Buk."

Finished taking off her shoes Alya headed to the bathroom to wash her hands and clean her face then with passion she would open the hood of the serving that was on the table.

"Gee... Sambal eggplant is delicious."

Alya's favorite menu made eggplant made by his mother which for him is already amazing it feels added with mendoan fry, Mak nyuusssss.... (Say Mr Bondan 😊😊😊).

Alya Ikhsan's sister is 10 years old and sits in the 5th grade of SD then Dani is 7 years old already sitting in the 2nd grade of SD. When Alya returned home from school his sister had left the early madrasah school which usually starts at 2 pm.

After eating Alya will relax while watching TV unwind all day activities at school, while still remembering what the lesson assignment for tomorrow morning.

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