Hatori Imas
Same as Imas Yuk!

This is my story, a love story that I will always remember until I die. My name is Imas, I'm 17, and I went to Spotaker High School in my village. Ah, Spotaker, a school full of silliness and absurd behavior. But it's a place that will always be etched into my memory.

In Spotaker, there are no ordinary days. Every day is full of unexpected events and surprises that make me laugh. Maybe that's why I can't forget my silly love story at this school.

Back to my background. I live in a village called Kesemek Village. My father was a captain, uh... Wrong, sorry. My father was a porters whose income was erratic. If there is a transportation, if the money, if the cudgel.. must get money laahh, his name is also the head of the family, yes do not guys?

Then, my mother is a housewife (not to be said to be unemployed, yes already said a housewife). The most super busy woman, so busy, home wall padlock thing he lakoni.

My family belongs to the poor. However, eitss.not to be mistaken, although poor we can still be said to be less capable. Surely you say, although poor but our lives are happy, right? hehee. wrong big fella. Almost every day my mother and father were struggling, noisily, fighting sometimes just because of trivial things. They did a gun battle only when Dad had a lot of freight. The rest? wassalam.

I include beautiful girls in my village, even 99% of men all have a crush on me. Want to know the reason? okay, I'll explain yes. Because the population of the female race in my village is indeed a little, so it is natural that I become a prima donna and become the target of men here. Well, explain? why am I the most beautiful in my village? if not clear, read back from above. ppfftt.

Okay, Next!

My daily activities are nothing but and not just go to school, go home, study, eat, drink, BAB, scroll TikTok, open FB watch YouTube, play games, uh. no ding! I don't play games, afraid of being addicted to buying vouchers later My mom can get her fangs out.

Today as usual, I set off to school on foot along the rice field, through the mountain, climbing the valley, the river flows beautifully! hehhe.sorry, remembered Ost. Ninja Hatori's. Because we don't have a vehicle, so I have to settle for a perpetual vehicle that I will always be grateful for, which is my foot.

At school, at Spotaker High School, I was a high school student. yup! every day I was always called teacher BK, maybe he was too fond of me so every day wanted to see me. Name of Master BK his father Nanang.

"Imaaaaassss, Come here!" Mr. Nanang as usual called me to his room.

"What's up, sir?" reply relax.

"When do you want your socks to be different?" Mr. Nanang stroked his chest while shaking his head.

Hahaha, Mr. Nanang has always been attentive to my unique foot fashion! He seems to have his own obsession with different socks.

"Okay, Mr. Nanang, I'm sorry. This shop's different t-shirt is my way of showing existence and creativity, sir!" I said while I blinked my eyes next to my.

Mr. Nanang looked at me with a mixed expression of confusion and astonishment. "Gold, you are a unique child. But remember, performance and character are more important than different socks!"

"That's exactly sir, you know why I always use different shades of socks? it shows the character of sir, it indicates that I am being fair. I don't want the socks I'm staying in protesting when I get home from school." Ngeles.

"Ohhh. Is that it?" Mr. Nanang nodded and stood up.

Mr. Nanang then pulled out my door. Well, proven right? all teachers love me so much that they pretend to pick me up just to show their affection.

Hahaha, I chuckled as Mr. Nanang gently reached out to me. Indeed, the teachers at Spotaker High School have their own way of showing affection to their students.

"What the hell is this, Mr Nanang?" I asked while rubbing my slightly sore skin.

"Stand here until the break." Mr. Nanang pointed towards the corner of his office.

That is, so unfortunately Mr. Nanang same me, I can not enter my own class.

The hour of rest arrived, I then said goodbye to Mr. Nanang to get out of his room. "Sir, I met the kangen, didn't I? I'm back in class, right? going to the cafeteria as well, laper I pack "I said to Pak Nanang.

"Good, but remember.. Tomorrow you wear the right socks!" Mr. Nanang asked me kindly.

When I was in the cafeteria, my friends immediately swarmed me (ordinary.. Celebrity).

Siska was the first to ask. "Mas, what were you doing in BK's room?" not even I had time to answer, Ira also asked me, "You make a case moreover, Imas?" Ira's eyes glared, it seemed like she was again pockmarked.

I put my feet up on the table, "Now, for this!" I replied while pointing towards the socks.

"kwkwkwkwk... Imas, O God, you're not ashamed to wear sock different brands?" Ira laughed out loud.

Hahaha, they were all laughing out loud looking at the different brand socks I was wearing. I chose to laugh and keep the mood light.

"Oh, Ira, this is a form of freedom of fashion expression, this time I decided to dare to differ with different brand socks!" I said while putting on a serious face.

"I really like it, Imas! You always make us all laugh with your silliness" Dimas said as he lifted his drink.

We all joke and laugh. No one is too concerned about my different brand socks, because at Spotaker High School, silliness and uniqueness of self is common.

We continued our lunch cheerfully. We share funny stories, laugh, and enjoy being together in the cafeteria. There is nothing more beautiful than being with real friends that makes me laugh and be happy.

The school bell sign home is ringed. I dong, the first person to come out and run as fast as lightning. His reason? My house is far away, my friends. I don't want to go home after Adzan Maghrib.

Hahaha, that's me, Ninja Hatori from Spotaker High School! Going home from school is the most awaited moment for me. I always run as fast as lightning on the grounds that my house is far away, when in fact I just want to avoid going home when the adhan maghrib reverberates.

Through my familiar day-to-day route like Ninja Hatori, I passed through small, unseen streets on Google Maps. The difficult signal in my area makes friends who want to visit my house sometimes have trouble finding it. They have to rely on the human version of Ninja Hatori.

"If you see a tall mango tree, turn left and follow the rocky path until you meet the bamboo bridge. Then pass through the rice fields and the house with red paint on its walls, my house is at the end of a small alley behind it!" that's my lead to friends who want to visit.

After crossing the dense bamboo forest and passing through the small clear river, I finally arrived home. Congratulations, Ninja Hatori made it to his destination without being seen by the eyes of others!

At home, I was greeted by my family warmly. They are used to my silliness and uniqueness. While there is no advanced technology or stable signal, togetherness and happiness in our homes is priceless. That is evidenced by the amount of dishwashing that I have to clean. My mom is the best. Very attentive to her son.

"Buluuu... Ibuuu." I called my mother who was not sure where.

"What Imas?" My mother replied in a loud but intangible voice.

I looked towards the voice coming, finding out where my mother was speaking from without any figure in sight. It turns out that his voice came from the laundry room behind the house.

"Mom, there's a lot of laundry! I was confused where to start," I cried in a clear tone.

Suddenly, a dirty suit flew in front of my face and I was shocked. It turned out to be my mother in action, moving dirty clothes with the power of imagination.

"Come, Imas! Don't just stand there, let's help you wash the laundry!" exclaim my mother with spirit.

"The plate's not quite right yet, ma'am." I grumbled.

While we were busy in the back, there was the sound of people greeting us. "Assynoga". Her voice is so tight.

My mother and I answered simultaneously like choir, "wa'alaikumussalam".

"Imad, uhh. sorry typo! Imaaaass.. Imass.." His voice was so loud that it invited the pot to fly towards him.

"Krrn." My mother threw a small pot at Ujang. Yes. The guest is Ujang, the guy who is crazy about me but I cuekin.

"It's polite for you to tea when you meet, Ujang!" My mom started coming out her fangs.

"Ohh, I'm sorry ma'am, Ujang thinks mace is home." Ujang replied with a trembling tone.

"Think of Jurig's tea mother? A ghost?" My mom's getting gaseous even feels like she's going up to 4 teeth.

I went out and asked, "What's up, jang?"

"Not so, Imas. Later if your mother is not horned!" Answer ujang while running.

"Siborokmok!" I swear Ujang for being unclear.

During that tense moment, accidentally my ping-pong ball's beautiful eyes changed focus towards the roadside. I saw a man I had never seen from the beginning I was born until now. His face is handsome, tall, his photo is ideal.

He glanced and looked at me and he immediately approached me. My heart is beating fast.

"Aduhhhh... He's here, how should I do this?"