#Move On, Jomb!
Chapter 4: Little moment with you

...CHARACTERISTICS OF PEOPLE WHO FAIL TO MOVE ON...

...#Often remembered (memories) Ex...

...“Not everything needs to be forgotten, just saved and released.” —Kaila...

Pak Halimin policy at SMK Bratajaya; one of them is about the obligation of students to take advantage of the infrastructure of self-development that has been provided by the school, especially good character education and student coaching.

SMK graduates are indeed required to have their own skills— in accordance with the majors taken—or have other additional skills, to support their lives when graduating from SMK later. 

Sometimes, many people who look down on the graduation rate of SMK because of the large number of unemployed—mirisnya—derived from SMK graduates or some think superficially, that by entering SMK, we can certainly directly work. Because the slogan SMK that is no stranger we hear.

‘SMK CAN!’

Can what first? School only facilitates, while the determining factor for success is not the person himself.

“Sometimes I think, nyesel deh enter this department. The majors are not in line with my talent interests.”

Or something else says something like this;

“Gue entered SMK because he wanted to work, continued the efforts of parents.”

“Gue entered SMK but the more I came here, the more I realized that my place was not here. Could it not, if my rich SMK graduate, continued to the University? College gitu.”

Aul had already heard many such complaints from his friends upon entering the eleventh grade. Where we are, not only taught through practice in the practicum room or learning theory, but we are also faced by the situation of PKL (Field Work Practice) whose value, becomes a requirement for graduation of SMK students.

Nando pinched Aul's nose because of anxiety, Aul pensively while they were all Language— children were busy talking about their PKL place, after finishing the group with sister level and an impromptu meeting.

“Dieh, Nando! So stupid really!” Aul slaps Nando's arm hard.

“Racaine!” saith.

The perpetrator of ignorance, even smiled with satisfaction, while wiping his hand that was hit by Aul. “Sadis very, Neng.”

Aul just glared at Nando, he was lazily arguing. The thought of PKL made his head dizzy. Aul is careless with himself.

Still in the position of Aul who was propping up his chin, Akmal suddenly came, approaching Aul. His hands outstretched, asking for something that has become his habit as the Coordinator of Language Section—one part of the management of OSIS.

Aul snorted loudly, he stared uninterestedly at Akmal's arm.

“Come Aul, don't let me be like a silly man chasing an uncertain thing,” force Akmal.

“Bucin! Not connect times,” comments Aul, spicy.

Akmal clucked frequently. “Tsk, don't make this add ribet!”

With full compulsion, Aul handed over a thick book, in the form of a minutes of Language activities carried out for one week to be recorded by Akmal.

“Eat the book!” aul said fiercely.

Akmal widened his smile, he wanted to tease Aul back. Well, reduce the burden of stress.

“Aul, you know, why women if again selfi usually head tilted?” Akmal asked with a serious face.

“Why?” Although lazy, Aul tried to respond to him.

“Because the female needs a backrest, eaa~”

“Bucin! Hush ... all the way there!” banishing Aul impolitely, he dragged Akmal out of the language room immediately.

“Usually if there is a person who wants ‘bucin’ it means he is envious, because he does not have the object of conversation. Obviously, I mah got,” proud Akmal. He still remained stubborn not to get out of the room.

Aul rotated his eyes. “Choose, I also have times!” sudang Aul did not accept ridiculing.

“Who? The Irlan?” Akmal shook his head. “Move on, Neng. Lo don't want to be her pussy, not a child,” Akmal added by tapping Aul's forehead three times.

Aul immediately brushed off Akmal's hand. “That's there, back to the OSIS room! Or am I wearing sandals hm? Nando's mountain spoon is there, tuh!” challenge Aul.

Akmal hurriedly left the room after making Aul's hair fall apart. He is indeed a friend of Aul, and a friend of Irlan since Junior High. Obviously Akmal can figure out what happened to those two people.

Riziq heard the conversation earlier, but was reluctant to comment much. He remained silent while answering a brief discussion with Nando.

When they were conducting a monthly meeting of OSIS performance during Junior High School, Irlan—, vice chairman—, led the event, because Azka the Chairman of OSIS was not present.

The meeting lasted about an hour. There were only a few people left in the room, one of whom was Aul with four coordinators who were under direct Irlan's responsibility.

Aul nudged Kaila's arm, telling the woman to first discuss with Irlan. Aul is still always shy of cats like now, even though all members of OSIS know, that Aul is the lover of Irlan Argara.

“Cemen very lo in front of doi,” comments Kaila.

Maybe because Kaila was discussing for too long or because Aul's stomach could not be compromised. His mag relapsed, Aul's face was deathly pale, cold sweat increasingly making his hands paled. Aul tried to endure the pain, because this mag he often felt.

“Aul, you're okay, right? Can I call you Irlan? Lo pale really know,” said Naya worried.

Santi who was beside Naya agreed to her suggestion. ”Udah call aja, Kasian Aul.”

Even though Aul had forbidden them from summoning Irlan, it was still Irlan they called.

Aul was already on the verge of his consciousness when the door of the room was wide open, Aul could see the anxious face of Irlan that was so obvious. He can't see it clearly, but Aul feels himself being carried away by someone.

Aul is convinced that it is Irlan, because the fragrance of the perfume he wears is very familiar Aul.

While traveling, Aul can still hear the faint sound of Irlan vibrating. “Hold Aul, you must be healed.”

That's how Irlan, being attentive to her, so Aul can't stop his feelings from falling for the good of Irlan. There was also something else that made Aul fall in love with her.

Aul blinked his eyes frequently, as he felt a tremor on his phone. A message came in from Mahesa.

‘Recommunation! Caves watchung lo at stop.’

‘Good girls come home late in the afternoon, later kidnapped by paedophile men. Hunting hence!’

Aul replied to him briefly. ‘Wait a moment, I otw get there.’

After being sent, Aul tidied up his things. Get people's attention on him. “You're back now Aul?” ask Halifah.

Aul nodded briefly. “Iya, Fah. Someone has already picked up.”

Finished with his backpack that had been attached to his back, Aul said goodbye to the extracurricular manager of other languages.

“Gue first yes, anyone pick up!” his yell.

Aul walked around the corridor of the extracurricular room which was already quiet because the sky was orange, afternoon.

“Aul!” The man's shout made Aul's steps stop.

Riziq approached him, giving A green flash of Aul's left behind. “Ah, almost forgot. Thank's yes, Riz!”

“Other times be careful, you are always careless!” said Riziq who reminded Aul of Irlan.

“Be careful, don't be careless. Good thing it's me, right?”

Aul sighed, about to leave before he heard Riziq's voice again.

“Other times, go home with me, want?” bring him.

Aul's eyes twinkled, he stared at Riziq's netra all around. Seeking seriousness in his words. The reason is, this is the first time he heard Riziq offer this matter.

“Bby,” reply Aul briefly.

“Initial yes, Riz!” exclaimed Aul when he was far from the distance Riziq stood.

Aul waved his hand at Riziq accompanied by a smile that made his eyes narrow.

“Cautious.” Riziq could only say the sentence slowly because Aul was already invisible to his neutrals.