Tell a Story About Us
part 4's
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"Running around. Said run, don't walk"
Build with a bag containing all the necessities to run slowly, while hugging a bottle containing 1 liter of water, one of the things he must carry today. Breath is broken. After disembarking from the public transport, he and several other children, who thought it would not be too late, ran towards the gate. His eyes could not be separated from the object that was now his goal, his chest pounding, briefly running for a while walking, trying to neutralize the breath.
The gate was closed by a few children, but it only took him five more steps to reach the gate. It's his MPLS day (the introduction period of the school environment), he's been informed to come at 06.00 am on time. Half-running in despair, Bina glanced a little at the phone she was carrying, looking at the clock on her phone that she turned on, the exact hour showing 06:00. It seems like this school does not tolerate even a second of late time.
"The line is neat, the hat is on." Scrutinize some OSIS.
Bina placed her water bottle which she had been faithful to hug, on the ground. Then open the bag, rummage through the contents to find a hat, then wear it. He lined up neatly, with his hands returning faithfully hugging the water bottle.
"Why late? It was revealed yesterday, coming before six."
Silence no one dared to answer like that. Bina is also not interested, he already knows If they answer, some OSIS will definitely attack him back, whether it's the right or wrong answer, they do not want to be denied.
"Indonesia my homeland land spilled my blood...." The song was heard from inside the gate. It seemed like the children who were not late had already started their event.
"Bending one series! Who didn't bring his hat two times."
Bina did it, 'apes bet, first day of school O Allah.' After completing the punishment, and getting a lecture from the osis, they were finally allowed to enter
"This is late." Look at ospek in Ospek. "The line is right here in front." Bina gawked, 'here goes the sentence.' They obey, following the direction of the os. Layered neatly, facing the other children who were now staring at them.
After being taught yel-yel, play games, and line-up with the same position. They were all asked to sit cross-legged, on the field. The weather is still cold, the sun is also not the time to boast.
"Everybody brought supplies, right? Please release the provisions, we eat together here," the chairman of OSIS again voiced. The children began to open their bags, taking out the supplies they were carrying. "So, don't give me the time to spend on your food, five minutes."
"Yeah." Yeah." The cheers came from the children of mpls, especially men.
"No objection."
Bina shrugged her shoulders, who cares about that. Turning to open the provisions, fried rice with fried onions, also sliced carrots and a few pieces of cucumber next to it is visible. The result of Bina's efforts, waking up at four in the morning, grasak-grusuk hastily in the kitchen, so that the frying pan and dishes also he has not washed. Her scent teased Bina and several other children who also turned to her. Bina opened her bottle, drank it a little then started to spoon the fried rice into her mouth. Bina closed her eyes, 'whichever other thing you deny.'
"What's scented, bring what?" The heavy voice beside Bina spoke. It seemed that not only his friends were smelling the aroma of his fried rice, but also a young man who a moment ago stood in front holding a microphone, was now beside him.
Bina looked over, "this... Fried rice, will you? Bina bring two spoons by chance." Show me the spoon he brought.
"Can?" The young man in the osis uniform raised his eyebrows, asking.
"Byeah, this is sis," said Bina, while giving another spoon. The young man scooped up Bina's fried rice, then ate it.
"Hmm hmm hmm yummy."
"Really brother?" The young man nodded, then thrust out the spoon he had used on Bina.
"Thank you, yeah." Say it with a smile. "Name Bina huh?" The man pointed at the nameplate that was on Bina's uniform. With a mouth full Bina nodded, smiling. "I am a revelation" the young man reached out his hand, smiling. Bina. Then the young man passed.
"OK stop the time is up, the food is not finished, please help his friend, to spend, brother love 2 minutes more."
While building, he hastily closed the stock that was only half he ate, put it in a bag quickly, mumpung sausages were walking around in the area of men lined up. Again, who cares, anyway maybe the osos that there is not a quarter of the members of the mpls, check them one by one.
"OK already? Already finished? Please go up to the third floor hall, the male in the hall of the south side building and the female in the west side building, understand?"
"Ready to understand" unison answers.
Bina stands follow other children mpls to climb into the building according to the direction of the osis.
"Hello can be acquainted?" That shrill voice, coming from the girl next to Bina, the pale-skinned girl, extended her hand towards Bina.
Now Bina was sitting in one of the chairs in the hall of the building, waiting for the brothers, who had told them to rest after eating. Confused about not having friends. Bina just sat by herself.
Until this girl, reached out to him. Bina was confused, turned left right but found no one else but herself, finally Bina pointed at herself. The girl nodded with a smile.
"Oh hello, I'm fine, I'm building." Bina received her helping hand, smiling awkwardly.
"I'm Please," the girl smiled back. The girl named Sila shook the link of her hand with Bina. "So I smelled a nice scent from your bekel, what did you bring?" tanyakanya.
"Oh me, bring some fried rice, will you?" Tawar Build.
The girl nodded enthusiastically. "There still?" Her question brought her face closer to Bina, whispering.
"Still, will you?" Bina brought her face closer. Turn open the bag, take out the provisions from the inside.
"Maybe?" Please look doubtful, his voice still whispering.
Bina shakes. "I don't know who cares, anything's not checked either." Bina extended her provisions to Sila. The girl, she didn't accept it right away. He looked at Bina, then turned to open his bag.
The two of them, Bina and Sila stared at each other. A smile slowly rose from the lips of the two, then chuckled together. Didn't think they were doing the same.
"Can I try the supplies?" Please say, still chuckling.
"May, but the condition is, I try to make you."
"okay."
They exchanged provisions, tasting each other's supplies.
"You cook yourself?" Bina asked. "Enak"
"That's mama who cooks, I can't cook," said Sila shook her head as she chewed on Bina's fried rice. "Kalo you? Cook yourself?"
Bina nodded, "heem I cooked by myself."
"Waaah cool," Please look at Bina, clapping though no sound came from her hand.
"Usually mom's cooking, but now it has to be alone."
"Oooh," Please nod in understanding, unwilling to ask more.
Two ocus entered their room. One of them there is a young man who had tasted his homemade provisions. The young man still faithfully held the mic in his hand, standing in front of everyone, saying word for word out loud without confusion and embarrassment. Cool, that's all that's popped into Bina's head since she first saw him on the field earlier. The young man sometimes creates jokes that make everyone laugh, guide the game excitingly, and sometimes firmly at the same time, amazing. Rarely is there anyone like him. Though he only introduced himself as a member of the osis, not the chairman of the osis.
"Heek"
Everyone stared at a girl beside Bina. Please look to cover his mouth with his hands, his face looks paler. Bina immediately held Sila's body, hot, Sila's body hot. This girl doesn't seem to be feeling well. Bina raised her hand, hoping the sausage in front gave her some help.
"Hot." A female osis approached them. "Call me PMR, Yu." The young man named Wahyu came out of the room, aiming to call the PMR.
"Still nauseous Sil?" Bina asked quietly, giving him a drink. Please shake, drink some water, his body is limp, his head is spinning.
Before long the PMR members came in, approached them.
"Is breakfast deck?" a woman in a PMR uniform asked. Please nod. "Take medicine?" Ask again. Please shake.
"Sick must take Sil's medicine." Bina made a sound, her gaze could not be separated looking at Sila, worried. Please keep shaking.
"Oil the angel, is there a sister?" Bina looked up, looking at the PMR woman. The woman stood up to the young man who was carrying a medicine box, behind her. Bina looked at the young man, the young man in the osis uniform also steadied him, at a glance.
"Where is this oil?" The woman who is now rummaging through the drug box is making a sound. Bina looked back at the young man who was now also looking at her. They stared long enough.
"Which?" The voice decided their gaze. Bina looked down, turning her gaze to Sila.
"You're the real way." The young man spoke. Find the oil yourself, give it to the woman.
"It's the deck" the woman turned around, handed the oil to Bina. "Later smeared to his friend huh." Bina just nodded in understanding.
"Sister," the one behind Bina made a sound. "You're asking for dizzy dong's medicine."
"What dizzy medicine?" The young man asked.
"Paracetamol Irgi." Osis the woman who was alone with them now voiced, anxious. "The boyfriend's PMR, but don't know dizzy medicine." Smile next.
The young man named Irgi just smiled in response, "yes maap" he said, while the girlfriend just chuckled. The young man walked up to a man who had asked for dizzy medicine, he said.
"This, how much?"
"One of them, brother."
"So anyone else get sick?" The sound from the loudspeakers shifted their attention. Revelations, the young man again stood in front, faithfully holding the mic.
"Ka, want a cure," the voice came from the back row, followed by the front and center rows.
"Ask any medicine kak, the important thing is to come here." The curse managed to make the children cheer, echoing the word cie in a crowd.
"Sir Irgi is selling sweetly." Revelation seduces the young man who is now going around, giving medicine to the students who are asking. The only one tempted was to smile.
"Awas ges, there's a handler." The mic holder returned to his voice. "Awas jealous Gi."
"Wouldn't." Irgi laughed at the revelation, then he turned his attention to the PMR woman, "yes, right?" Smile gently at him. The woman smiled, embarrassed.
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