Diary My School [S1-S2]
36. Ayu and Heru: Part 2

Studying is my current goal to get results that will be satisfactory. The lesson I liked the most was Indonesian and the one I hated the most was math. Somehow my efforts to learn formulas and examples of problems will still be difficult.

Sometimes I just answer carelessly, follow the buttons of clothes or can also count my own fingers. That's what I do when my head is hard to think.

Tonight until tomorrow my activity is to study and learn, considering the competition in my majors so much so surely the selection is tight. Do sample questions and then read the discussion of the answer well. (There used to be no online learning apk, if you want to learn yes from books that Dad bought such as Prediction of UN problems ).

When the day of the exam began at 8am, I was ready with all the equipment in my bag. The blue white shirt is neat complete with a tie that is coiled around the collar of my shirt. Skirt span parallel to the knee and do not forget the card of the examinee, otherwise I could not take the exam.

After breakfast, Dad had ushered me to SMK around 8 and a half hours, kissing his hand He also asked for prayer so that everything I live today is smooth and satisfying. My foot stepped into the school gate and walked in search of the room on my exam card.

Room D no 382, I've passed the alphabetical order A through C and finally found room D. At this hour, students have started to arrive looking for their desk and chair positions. Thank goodness after I looked for the table was at the front.

Sitting slowly while putting the bag on the table, start waiting minute by minute. I look at the area around me, it is regrettable that there is nothing I recognize in this D room. Like it's just me from Junior High. Looking back at the table next to me, the number and name also fit the photo plastered in the top right corner of the table.

Like a stranger to me I still don't know him ! At 8 o'clock, my room was full and a teacher entered the classroom carrying test papers.

He sat at the Teacher's table. " Before the test begins, let us pray according to each one's beliefs. Praying begins". His order.

Everyone looked down to read the prayer in their hearts, after the cue was finished I looked back to the front. Before long the test paper was distributed, I read carefully to the back sheet. My eyes were wide-eyed about her maths badly abis !

" Excuse me, sir !". The voice of the man next to me. " Can I find a pen in my bag?". Her request. Indeed, when the test bag is placed in front of the class and only stationery can be removed.

" Please !". Said. I noticed the steps and the action, like the guy was looking for a pen but didn't meet. His face looks like it's upset. Still glancing slightly to the side, he just kept silent there were no stationery on his desk.

I took a deep breath and smiled. Poking my pencil box at him without making a sound even glancing. Pushing my pencil box while doing the math.

" Thank you !". His words were so slow. Thank goodness he didn't refuse my help.

In the middle of the hour when the atmosphere of the exam was so quiet began to sound a very noisy noise like his from the next room. At least minutes of our concentration was disturbed, until Master who was watching in my room checked the situation next door.

" Don't make a fuss. Do it about you guys !". He spoke and then came out of the room.

I don't know who's involved in the commotion next door, I'll ask Era for a story to me later because she's in the next room. After a few minutes the commotion began to extinguish, a glimpse of the figure of people passing in front of the room. Blue white shirt and two male teachers. Maybe the troublemaker.

When the supervisor returned to the classroom, the atmosphere was quiet again after there were whispers clearly heard in my ears. Since then, I have been focusing on things in front of my eyes. When I arrived at the Math lesson, I counted in my head hoping that all my answers were correct, albeit carelessly.

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I encountered an Era that had come out earlier than me. Running leads to him. "How is it, easy isn't it?". My toot.

" Easy, count the buttons of the shirt what is difficult !". Joking Era to me, that child was indeed relaxing in contrast to me half-life filled the brain.

I saw that the supervisor in the class was out, I said goodbye to Era to return to the room for a while. I sat next to the table and waited for the figure of my countryman the day I cleaned up the stuff.

My hand has been stretched out. " The pen !". My speech.

" Eh?". Confused answer.

" If I don't charge it, it's not going to be returned. Where's it?". Still extending his hand in front of him.

Look for that thing in his bag. "This, thanks !". He said and left.

I nodded and placed the pen in my pencil case. I accidentally felt my hand on the desk drawer where I was sitting. I took what stuck for me. " Eh?!". I'm shocked.

I ran closer to Era. I also asked about the noise in the room earlier. Said Era there's a guy forgetting where he put his test card. Even the teacher said he reasoned. There was a dispute between the prospective student and the Teacher, that was the core of the problem.

" Is this guy like this?". I showed you the test card earlier in Era to make sure the face of the person was the same.

After a few minutes of talking to the supervisor, unfortunately the person was not at school. He's gone home. But I gave the exam card to Master.

Before going home all prospective students are announced not to eliminate the test card because it will be used to exchange the next form if it passes the written test. The announcement of test results will be held in another week and must use school clothes during Junior High School.

" May we pass !". Sahut Era's.

" Aamiin !". My answer.

" Well to see you later !". Era waved at me before launching her bike from the parking lot. I returned the wave while waiting for Dad to pick me up.

The clink of the phone I didn't hear even the vibrations in my skirt pocket started to bother me.

Ayu: Hello, Where is Dad?

Dad: Momentarily, Brother, I'm still hanging out at the gas station.

Ayu : Yes no papa. Later when you get to school, Dad calls sister huh.

Waiting is boring for some humans including me. I have to do this in such an obscure time. Wanted to walk around school alone like a fool.

I don't know what's in front of my eyes, the shiny car stopped in the parking lot and came out a middle-aged man with a neat stellan with a child in blue white clothes. The kid looks down maybe embarrassed. His face was not completely I saw, they entered the school together no matter what. Does that matter to me? Ah already is. I have to concentrate on waiting for Dad.

Daddy's a long time, 10 minutes feels 5 hours. Since then, I have not known how much money I have spent on roadside traders.

" Eh the pen?". Greet one from in front of me as I coolly stuffed the food in my hand.

" Our !". Answer's short.

" What's in here? Not coming home in kidnap loh. SMK has started to desolate as well !". He told me, I don't really care about his babble. I still focus on eating and buying fried foods back at people who used to call my area Paklek'.

After the last fry I took and I paid. Many have also been greedy, back sitting waiting for Dad and the guy was still sitting on his motorcycle eating fried. He was clearly smiling to himself when he glanced at me.

" Why?!". I said short-pitched judes.

" No papa. Funny, that's the way it is !". He still laughs.

" That's his knife, Non ". The fried brother commented, thrusting a packet of tissue at me.

" Papa Paklek, I only use my hands !". My answer is prestige instead invites the sound of laughter from the guy. Ah, annoying.

" Haha, your face is getting saggy, the sauce is everywhere !". Designate it.

Bodok is very ! I finished my food and then I took a small mirror in the bag and continued to chew the food quickly. Shocked, why can it get to my right and left cheeks.

I lyrics the prankster sharply then leads to the brother of a fried seller such as a frontman, fried tempeh and such that are skewered using skewers. " Paklek, it looks like I need a tissue !". I was embarrassed by him. The Paklek is just a small smile.

(That's how my dislike gaze made him). Photo: Sakura Chiyo

I threw away my face not looking at him who was an indistinct prank. But, if there is no he must be all the way I laughed at people, should I say thank you? Ogah if the way to tell me by laughing so hard !

" Yes, I'm going home. If you can mules my stomach laughs !". He said, then took his bike to the highway. (Early meet indeed the look of his face has been a lot of laughter).