#Move On, Jomb!
Chapter 11: If you know...
...PART III ...
...ADMISSIONS ...
...#Limitize Feelings...
...“Time is the panacea for the process of forgetting.” —Aul...
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The Flag Ceremony Field of SMK Bratajaya is as large as a football field in general. Flanking 6 different majors and located near UKS and Administrative Office. The extent of the field, making the boys more often spend their free class to play in the middle of the roomy, no matter if the heat of the sun can burn their skin.
One of the other advantages of this field is, it becomes an outdoor sports venue for its students. Even Pak Tri along with three other sports teachers often utilize the vast field of SMK Bratajaya as the most suitable place to educate students.
Like Electric majors One is currently—at nine o'clock in the morning—they are warming up. The unequal ratio of men to women is no longer a problem. Because it is a technical child, more dominant to men.
“Beuh, so hot cuy!” nando's sigh is heard by Riziq.
His recovery period is fast, because thanks to the collagen in his body, Riziq can recover after doing regular check-ups for two weeks ago.
“Ngeluh mulu, have done it!” riziq's reprimand was countered by Nando's annoyed snort.
After warming up for fifteen minutes, they finally got into the core material, athletic running.
Mr. Tri stood on one of the steps of the stairs that are often used as stands by football fans. “.... So you have to circle the ceremonial field for nine rounds. This all means that you are healthy, ...” The explanation from Mr. Tri felt ringing in Riziq's ears.
The point is always the same— with athletic running material last week—the students have to travel 2.4 kilometers with travel time for men less than 15 minutes and women with travel time less than 20 minutes is the benchmark for second-level students.
The breath of Riziq and the other students were already panting while doing the next round, even Riziq had heard various swearing from Nando.
“Sial, this vast field is very!” maki Nando is the one to many times. Riziq shook his head, there is no point in complaining. It is better to use the time as best as possible to complete the task.
Thirteen minutes was the time Riziq needed to circle the field for nine rounds. After taking a short walk and adjusting his breathing to order, Riziq sat on the teki grass that covered the ground of the field a lot.
A slender-looking girl, approached towards him. Riziq looked at the woman.
“Nih, in drink yes! I was accidentally to the cafeteria and realized that now your class schedule is sports, so I buyin deh, all of you.” Gaila gave a bottle of mineral water to Riziq who stared reluctantly at him.
“Take dong, Riz!” whining.
Riziq did not know for sure where Gaila's embarrassed veins went, even when humiliating himself, the girl looked like a polished fool like a smart person.
Because the bottle did not get a helping hand from Riziq, the faithful Ilham watched Gaila from afar clucked in annoyance. The woman did not know the limits of shame.
Inspiration forced Gaila's arm away from the Electrician boy who had been whistling teased her.
“Please, Ham! Tuh, Kasian Riziq thirsty!” sumpul Gaila who with a step staggered following Ilham.
Inspiration glanced at Gaila. “Lo who should be pitied, still have veins of shame no!”
Not accepting being ridiculed like that, Gaila brushed aside Ilham's hand checks from her while shaking her waist. “Of course you still have! You rich don't know me!” his reply.
If only Gaila was not his little friend who is now in a class with him in the department of machining techniques, it was Inspiration to be sure to leave this woman in the middle of the room earlier.
“Mean it if you still have it, massage! Back to class now!” her word.
Gaila immediately threw her face to the side, disagreeing with Ilham's titahan. “No, Ham!”
“If you don't want, I aduin to Papi lo,” threatened to make Gaila screeched. Inspiration knows its weaknesses.
“What brings Papi, the mentang Papi more trust to lo than me as his son,” pout Gaila cheered envy in his heart.
Ilham chuckled softly. “Lo bebal therefore Papi lo so too!”
Gaila snickered, she was very jealous when considering her father's closeness to Inspiration which she rarely got. “YA IS SONO! YOU BECOME HIS ADOPTED SON AJA LAH!” amuk Gaila stomped his feet on the paving block.
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Aul and Kaila are being held captive in the Hall after his class finished a talk show with an accomplished speaker in the SMA/degree national debate. Utilizing school facilities such as Wi-Fi is mandatory.
Especially in this international school. The availability of Wi-Fi networks with each student's password is different and placed in strategic locations, such as, so that students can access the internet in making it easier during the learning process is the purpose of Mr. Halimin in allowing SMK Bratajaya students to access the internet using school Wi-Fi.
“Tumben not stalking Ex Boyfriend?” cibir Kaila when he saw Aul was scrolling through his Instagram home account.
Aul sighed in annoyance, he was still confused and wondered. Why for the past three months, he has not been upset about Iran or forced himself to know activities related to Iran.
“Males,” the answer is honest.
Kaila bought, she cheered a lot. “What a very proud answer, Son. I'm proud of you,” said Kaila in amazement. It was not usually such a reason that Aul's mouth let out when asked about his ex.
Kaila nudged Aul's arm, who was busy writing something on a story platform, *******.
“Ciah, busy again..”.
Aul cleared his throat in response, he was still focused on writing down a few words on his account.
“Udah move on this story?”
“But.”
Kaila's forehead is wrinkled. “Kok not yet!” his protest. Kaila thinks Aul has moved on. Especially considering lately Aul often out or the road together with Riziq.
“Know-know, others!” cut Kaila.
Aul pinches Kaila's arm. “Diem first! I'm not done talking!” his protest.
“Even if we try to forget someone, the opposite happens.”
“We often remember it?” guess Kaila.
Aul nodded his head. “Yap, like that. So you can't make me keep losing Irlan. Because it will be difficult ...,” explained Aul.
Kaila sighed, feeling guilty towards Aul. “But Aul, you can't keep gini. You should be happy.”
“Whose word am I not happy?” reply Aul quickly.
Kaila blinked her eyes. His brain is still digesting the word Aul.
“Eoh, lo mean ..” Kaila's words hang in the air.
Aul nodded his head three times. “Already, let time be a healer. Because time is also the most magical remedy to just forget,” Aul bright sok sage.
“Wih, quote wise words from where lo?” skeptic Kaila.
Aul brightened his smile, revealing his clean white teeth neatly lined up.
“From Riziq,” answers without shame.
Kaila was flabbergasted, she only found out that Aul would be so close to Riziq that he gave her wise words.
“Awas baper, Aul.”
Being warned like that, it made Aul even more to deny his feelings.
“Of course not! Where there I am is so pussy him. Select, No way!” reject it blatantly.
Meanwhile, Riziq, who was in Bu Sri Canteen with Basupati children, had sneezed three times in a row.
“Haaaashim!” The sound of sneezing the third time was the worst.
Faris immediately closed her nose with her thumb and index finger flanked. “Kuman you! Danger, bacteria!” the panic.
Alki throws a tissue at Riziq which is captured perfectly by him. “Thank's, Ki!”
Alki gave her thumbs up.
“Lo got the flu, Riz? Tumben,” said Aldo who was sucking his sweet cold tea drink.
Bagas also chimed, “weather here emang again transmitoba, natural if you get sick. So that the nights do not be nervous playing online games continue,” his memory, as well as insinuating people who are eating his baknya.
Although she did not feel insinuated, she felt all the eyes that were at one table with her were pointing at her. “WHAT'S WRONG GUE MULU ANJIR!” totally sebal.
“Lo face full of blasphemy, Ki,” timpal Gibran.
Gara and the others still chuckled loudly at the sour face of Alki.
“Times noh who got blasphemed netizen tuh the Faris!” point Alki at Faris who is addicted to playing online games.
Gibran turned his head to Faris' cell phone, he widened his eyes. Almost choked because he saw the object that spoiled his eyes. Even in two-dimensional form.
“Son Father has grown up turned out!” chirped Gibran while patting Faris' head.
Faris swore at Gibran for making him arrogant. “Diem, Sat! I'll be a loser later!”
Gibran shook his head, leaving Gara astonished. “Why Gib?”
“Tuh Faris likes to contain, until the game also contains all female images!”
For blasting Gibran's head, after Faris and Alki. While Riziq, Bagas and Aldo just laughed loudly. They all knew what Gibran was thinking right now.
Because it's a man's business.
“Otak perverted lo!” yell Faris.
Gibran just smiled. “Means I'm a normal guy dong, not a rich gay lo.”
Various swearing has been called by Faris, he is still a grudge against Gibran who continues to make fun of him.
“Noh Alki is also single, Bambang!”
The person whose name was called, raised his chin, arrogant. “Gue is single, but I'm handsome!” he said with full confidence.
“Ganteng but rejected Mella, Pffftttt ...” says Gara held back his laughter.
“Bull, but thin wallet,” timpal Gibran.
“Flat, but—”
“RAIN, BLASPHEMY! I AM SO KIND AND PATIENT!”