Dul
087. About Someone

"If the election campaign of Chairman of Osis later, already know what will create a new program?" Lova asked about the election of the Chairman of Osis would come, but her gaze followed where Dul's pen moved on the paper.

"Yet, anyway. It's next year, right? I think about the value of getting into which class. IPA or IPS," Dul replied, glancing at Lova at a glance while continuing to take notes.

"The plan?" asked Lova, sliding her seat to the side. Now his knees are against Dul's feet.

Dul stared at the blackboard for a long time. His concentration moved only because of that small touch. Suddenly, Lova touched her left hand that lay covering a portion of the book.

"Hey, I'm nanya .. about you entering IPA or IPS," his hand shook Dul's arm.

As the book shifted, Dul held Lova's hand and moved her position. He now holds the girl's hand. "IPA, rich IPA. I love chemistry and math. Physics is not too, but I can still," explained Dul. Her hand still touched Lova's hand.

Both are aware of the touch, but do not want to discuss it. Although Lova stretched out her hand and clasped Dul's hand back, the girl continued her chatter as usual.

"When entering IPA, the class row across from class III. Hope it's a decoction, yeah." Lova smelled his smile.

The Lova prayer that afternoon was answered. The next class increase during class division, Dul occupies the class directly opposite the Lova class. Just separated by a row of gardens that read, 'Don't Be Trampled'. The two often looked at each other from the nako-glazed window with a blue satin curtain.

While Robin, Son and Yoseph, they meet again in IPS class. Dul, who knows his friends well, did not ask again about the reason for the selection of the class.

However, some of their friends still question why they split up in second grade. Many regret it.

"When you guys are so compact. I love to see your friendship" Yoseph said one morning in the 2nd grade of IPS 3.

"Friend, anyway, buddy. But if I have to hang out in class do not know what to do, dizzy also Seph. IPA teacher must be confused if I suddenly appear in IPA class. While all this time I know that guy if I'm LANA PANTS." Robin chuckles.

"What is that, Bin? Disease name?" Joseph had just heard it that time.

"Slow Catch Fast Forgetting. That Robin language, Seph. I also only found out while I was friends with him. Your vocabulary must also add a lot later."

"Good thing we have a lot of class. Nina and Yani are indeed prospective CEO secretaries" Robin said, throwing a glance at Nina and Yani who are now semeja sit-down friends.

"To class Dul, yuk. Many girls combine other classes that we are not yet familiar with. This is our chance" said the Son.

"Come on. You're not coming, Seph?" Robin stood waiting for Joseph.

"With the bell not yet in, Joseph wanted to visit old customer classes. Time is money." Yoseph lifted a medium-sized plastic that had been filled with the number of chips he had targeted would run out that morning.

"Still in the morning has been told the jaws and teeth of hard-working people with chips. Just this Yoseph thing." Robin clucked with Joseph leaving the classroom.

Dul is a student at 3 IPA 2. One of two excellent IPA classes located at the school. His achievement clearly made Bara happy. At home, Dul endlessly gets compliments. Even Bu Yanti said that the results achieved by Dul are better than Bara when sitting in High School.

Mr. Wirya had said, "That means Bara should be proud. His son got results that surpassed his former self. It means there is an increase. But if there is no improvement or even less, parents should also be legowo because academic results do not guarantee a happy future."

The more Dul feels proud. He felt he had something he could be proud of. Inevitably, it also adds confidence to where his feet step in that school.

"Put, look at that Dul. Sit by the window. Tired of him looking at the blackboard, just put it in the window cloth. You can look at Dul and Lova."

"Don't forget about the tree in the middle of their class" said the Son.

"Ah, the thing of the tree is its trinket. Soon the election of Chairman of Osis. Can make a program to cut down trees that block the passion of learning because they can not look at each other."

"Gee!" robin from the outside. Dul sat in the number two row from behind. Right next to the blue-covered nako glass.

Dul immediately smiled widely and got up from his seat. "Where? IPS class is not fun?" ask Dul.

Robin shakes. "The fun is just an empty class" replied Robin. "The lesson I liked the most and the only one was a sports lesson. There are no special classes of athletes. If there is, I'll choose that."

"Osis Chairman's election next week. Rest the first hour later, I will join a meeting with the children of Paschibra. Discussing programs and strategies," Dul explained at the doorstep.

Son nodded. "It's time we had a friend who could channel our aspirations. I'm putting in, Dul." Son patted Dul's shoulder.

"Come..ayo, what is it?" Dul excited.

"Please make a special budget for snacks in the UKS room for students. Students who are sick at the ceremony may not eat breakfast from home." The Son's face was really serious as he spoke.

Dul sighed, "Well, Put. I'll tell you later" replied Dul.

"Put, diligent times this Dul, yes .... He could be a brand ambassador for Sinar Dunia." Replace Robin massaging Dul's shoulders. The three of them were laughing in front of the door of Dul class.

"Excuse me ...." A classmate Dul's girl is standing at the door. Waiting for the Son standing in the middle to block the way.

“Oh, sorry,” said Putra, sliding his body in slow motion.

“Sorry, Deck, yes …. Let's help get rid of the big brother this time. Also disturbed beautiful sister want to pass,” said Robin, dragging the Son's arm to quickly move places.

“Still, Bang,” says the girl.

“Aih, Makjang …. Sweet times the answer. Squeeze my knee,” welcome Robin. The girl that Robin teased giggled as she passed from the door. “Dul ... what's his name? Kok, sweet I looked.”

“Udah switched again,” Dul snorted. “The name is Tiur,” replied Dul.

“From his name aja .. I think it was destined we met this morning. Say hello from Bang Robin. Don't forget to mention my full name. Robin Luhut Situmorang's. Let her heart tremble instantly.”

“Halah …. This one will not see how long.” The son snorted. Then the three laughed.

First rest at ten in the morning, Lova crossed the park while watching the picket teacher who was turning her back on the row of grass that should not be stepped on. While chuckling, he grabbed Dul's hand to go up to the class steps.

“Come, we are meeting to the secretariat,” invite Lova.

Dul nodded. The two walked while talking about what would be discussed later. Lova, who felt funny hearing Dul's story about Robin this morning, laughed while holding the tip of Dul's shirt.

Dul's smile was still expanding with sweetness as his gaze clashed with someone he hadn't forgotten.

A long-haired female disciple was wearing a yellow backpack and was standing before the picket teacher. The gaze of the female disciple turned to Lova, then looked back at Dul.

“Annisa ...,” murmured Dul. His laughter disappeared immediately.

To Be Continued