INSECURE, Love of the Past

INSECURE, Love of the Past
National exam


2 months later.


That morning Saturday, one day before the national exam, all teachers and students prayed in the field asking God to be launched in the national exam this time..


Led by the headmaster of the event for the sake of the event runs smoothly and solemnly.


The completion of the ceremony of the teachers seems busy passing on the students who will continue to the High School level.


On average they choose to enter SMA, only some choose to SMK. Even a small percentage of less than 5% choose MA (Madrasah Aliyah).


In my class mostly choose to continue to High School, I and my 7 friends chose the most favorite High School in the district, while Indra chose SMK in the city.


What about Kia? She had no intention of going to high school, she would work in a garment to support her mother and sisters.


Though mama willingly wanted to help Kia, but her mother refused on the grounds of not bothering others anymore.


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Monday has arrived.. Teachers seem busy preparing exam answer sheets and questions that are still sealed neatly.


While the students are busy discussing the code_an that will be used later if they do not know the answer. Some use the finger as a form of code for example if he raises the number 1 means the answer is A, number 2 means B, number 3 means C, number 4 means D and number 5 means E.


There are also those who give code by pretending to cough it means we have to look at it and give our answers. It was a sign that he was frustrated and gave up because he did not know the answer.


The exam began.


Each class there are 3 teachers who stand guard, one Guardian of the class itself, one supervisor from the other school who is one supervisor from the other teacher's colleagues.


I was one room and sat parallel to Indra because our first name was the same from the letter 'M'.


The answer sheet is distributed and we have to fill it with a 2B pencil.


I filled out the matter for the sake of the matter carefully. All the questions I read were almost the same as the try-out time and the staging, just a few different ones that made it easier for me to fill them.


I see my friends seem restless, except for Indra who looks calm like me.


The bell rang.. We immediately handed the answer sheet to the homeroom teacher.


And today is the last day of the exam, all the students seem happy because our assignment has been completed, just waiting for the day of graduation.


Thank God everything is smooth and goes according to procedure. No one made a scene during the exam.


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3 Weeks later.


Today the graduation announcement, the students looked tense as they listened to the welcome after the reception. They can't wait to find out the results of the national exam.


Indra and I sat on the same bench waiting for the announcement to be read, my friends already knew we were dating.


Kia is better now. After this exam, I will part with him. Either we can meet again or we can't.. Oh Kia my best friend don't forget me huh.


Likewise with Indra, I will part with him because we are different schools. But he promised he'd pick me up even if we were out of school.


Going home to school later Indra invites me to play at home to meet her father.. I agree to Indra's request. Oh yes I forgot that I also promised Riri to give me my toys.


Yesterday the time to play there already I give some. But some have not. I'll love you again sometime.


The announcement began after a speech from the principal and chairman of OSIS.


And result..


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ALL PASSED 100%..


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The cries of the students echoed in the hall, Alhamdulillah all passed.


Medals and awards will be handed over when the farewell event arrives which will be held 1 month later.


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