Mysterious Gus
#05. Brata Gang
This morning, Farel, his friends and students who attended the exchange were preparing to go to Jakarta.
"Gus, all right, huh?! Keep health! Come here often," Jamilah's message to his favorite grandson.
"Yes, Grandpa Grandma too,"
"Yes, yes, there!"
"Hm, assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
"We're also saying yes, Grandma. Don't miss the problem we don't bother," said Dylan representing the others.
Abdullah and Jamilah chuckled while nodding. "Yes. You guys learn the real thing! If Farel is naughty, tell us!"
"Ready 45!! Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
"Buya, Umi, we're saying goodbye, huh?!" Say Fisha and the others.
"Yes. You guys learn the real thing! If there's any news of us!"
"Yes, assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
The girls get into the car. While Farel and his friends ride their motorcycles.
Motorcycle buzzing sounded disturbing their hearing. But they don't care.
With the lead, Farel immediately brought the speed of his motorbike followed by friends and pesantren cars who brought students exchange students at Equatorial High School.
"Where are we going to school or what?" Yusuf asked half-screaming as they entered the Jakarta area.
"Base camp!" Farel turned his bike towards GREXDA base camp without caring about Luqman driving behind them in confusion.
"Where are they going? How is the road different?" Ask Milea.
"I don't know. Maybe they have some business" Luqman answered positively.
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Farel and his friends have arrived at the base camp which turns out also many members of their gang are truant.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Hello epribadeh!! Dylan tampvan frangipani!!" Shouted Dylan and casually plucked up the fritters of Mang Ule, the shopkeeper who became their hangout.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Why are you back?! Even though my life is calm, there is no lo" answered one of them who made the others chuckle.
"Damn it!" Maki Dylan threw the chili in his hand.
"Boss, the National High School boy, invited him to meet" said David, one of Farel's confidants when he was not around.
"Well?"
"They asked for our help. Brata's gang bothers them, "' David replies again. The Brata gang is a violent gang that is always looking for trouble everywhere.
"Now!" Farel commanded and rose from his seat. Farel members also without much to argue, just follow the chairman.
Dozens of motorcycles that meet the highway to SMA Bangsa.
"You guys are from Equatorial High School, right? Why here? It's still school hours" said the gatekeeper of National High School when he saw them.
"We're going to meet Baron" Yusuf answered.
"It's still lesson time. You better be the kem-"
"Eh GREXDA?! Find who?" Asked a man to cut off the gatekeeper's words. That man is Baron Paramuadji. The people they're looking for.
"Find elo, come on!" Dylan replied.
"Gue's? Why?"
"Where, anyway?! He said he wanted help" Yusuf gregetan replied.
"Oh yes, really. I think you guys are tomorrow. Yeah, where are you going to talk?"
"In the school canteen. All meals," replied Adam unilaterally who was only taken.
"Sir, open the gate! I need to be with them,"
"It's still pe-hours"
Kriy.... Krieg....
"Tuh, the bell sounds. This break,"
The gatekeeper sighed and opened the gate allowing GREXDA to enter.
They all went straight to the cafeteria leaving a lot of admiration from the students/i who rushed to the canteen.
"Ehh, that's the GREXDA gang from Equatorial High School, right? How are they here? Geez, that's the gang leader of his handsome ass!"
"Oh my goodness, Farel!! His leadership spirit looked great!!"
"My future priest geez!!"
"Buset is so much!" Groused Baron.
"Acquaint yes. We are cogans" replied Dylan with the pedal.
"Bodo very,"
"You are ayem-ayem. If there's anything to tell us!" Adam Say.
"Yes. Thanks, sorry for taking it, too,"
"The same with us,"
"Reverse!" Tell Farel to rise from his seat.
"Where to go? Headquarters, home or what?"
"School," replied Farel bertos ria with Baron and immediately leave the school followed by the others.
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"Where have you been?! It's only two hours before school!!" Angry Pak Ijol the gatekeeper of Equatorial High School.
"Yeah, are you the same as us? Or are you the same as us?" Ask Dylan who increasingly made Mr. Ijol rise in rank, uh blood rise he means.
"The father should be grateful. Because we make the existence of the Father more useful, not just sit, open the gate door open," added Adam brazenly.
Mr. Ijol shook his head and sighed. Not wanting to argue anymore, Mr. Ijol also chose to open the gate.
"That's the cake from earlier, sir. We don't have to fight" said Dylan.
"Cepet in before you guys I kick!" Said Mr. Ijol ferociously.
"Sans dong, sir. Yes, we're in. Thank you Mr. Ijol. Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mr. Ijol shaking his head.
"Bandel but love greetings," muttered Mr. Ijol back to the security guard post.
Brucc...
A hijab-wearing girl accidentally bumped into Farel who was walking ahead.
"Sorry. I didn't see" said the girl.
"Fisha? Lo Fisha isn't it?" Dylan asked which made the girl look up then lowered her head again.
"Yes. Sorry, Fisha accidentally,"
"Why alone? Did you start school?" Ask Afnan in her flat tone.
"Yes, start school. Just an hour at this school. I split up with Milea. You know, I went to the cooperative and I took a shirt,"
"Do you know your class?" Ask Adam.
Fisha shakes. "XI Class IPA 1. But I don't know where his class is,"
"Same class Nia dong,"
"Miss?"
"He'em. A-"
"Gue delivery," cut Farel and walk first.
"Lo goes with Farel. We guarantee it is safe," said Adam who is only called Fisha.
"Yes, I went first. Thanks though. Assalamu'alaikum,"
"Wa'alaikumussalam,"
Farel stopped in front of XI class IPA 1. Class Nia, her sister who likes judes and fierce.
With disrespect Farel immediately opened the door violently making the teacher and the student inside shocked.
"Gus don't do it! Disrespectful. They were surprised, " said Fisha gently trying to be brave.
"Farel!! You're making Mom surprised," furious with the teacher whose status is his homeroom teacher.
"New disciples" said Farel indifferently.
"New disciples? Wh who? There are no new students,"
Farel gave space for Fisha to enter.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sorry Buk interfered. I'm Fisha. Santriwati who participated in the exchange of students from the Al-istiqomah boarding school" said Fisha politely.
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Oh, you anyway! I don't think I'm going in today,"
"Mother's name, Sasi. Chemistry teachers of grades XI and XII. Just call me Mom, okay?!"
"Yes, Buk,"
"Yes, you just sit down. Just meet up later,"
"Good, Buk,"
"You sit with Nia, yes!"
"Yes, Buk," Fisha replied towards the empty seat beside the girl who was also wearing a hijab and raised her hand.
"Farel, you '" said Buk Sasi hanging down his throat as he turned to the door and did not find the naughty student who unfortunately also became his favorite student. That's certain. Because Farel is very reliable for Ibu Sasi and Farel is a storehouse of chemistry for Ibu Sasi.
"Yes!! That kid is a habit! Came uninvited to leave did not say," grumbled Mother Sasi and chose to continue the lesson again.
Tbc...
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