Ayrisa And Her Story
Ayrisa⁰¹ - First Day

The sky outside looked bright with the sun shining brightly and the occasional clouds passing by. The weather outside should affect the mood of people to be more cheerful. However, it seemed like the girl who was waiting in front of the bathroom door was unaffected. His face was wryly bent with his hands folded in front of his chest, not forgetting the bathrobe that was draped on his shoulders.

When finally the bathroom door opened and gave rise to a topless man, the girl immediately grazed in and violently closed the door. Inside, the girl was bathing as fast as she could because she was indeed being chased by time right now. Finished bathing he instantly covered his innocent body with a bathrobe. Once out of the bathroom, the girl immediately stepped up quickly to return to the room.

The room he occupied was a spacious room he shared with his older sister. The side for her and for her brother was only separated by a curtain that was in the middle of the room. He was on the left side and his brother on the other side. There was actually no curtain dividing the room. However, as they grow and need space for privacy, the curtain is present.

The girl quickly headed for her wardrobe and grabbed the uniform she was going to wear today, a white top and a gray skirt. After all of that was neatly attached to his body, he rushed to pick up his bag and exited the room. Not forgetting he took the mask stored in his desk drawer.

His feet stepped down the stairs as fast as he could. Once it reaches the ground floor it leads directly to the dining room which is directly connected to the kitchen. Both of his brothers were there.

"Next time don't run, Ay!"

The call from the mother greeted him as he sat himself on the dining table chair. Ayrisa, the girl, nodded her head while sipping a glass of prepared chocolate milk.

"Udah, Bun, go yuk!" ayrisa said after wiping the corner of her lips with the rest of the milk with a tissue.

"Wouldn't eat first?" Mother Ayrisa, Dara, asked to be sure. "Do you want to bring supplies?"

"No, Bun. Then eat it, at most go home spit, really." Ayrisa replied while wearing her mask.

"Yes already."

Dara headed to the sink to wash her hands. Then followed Ayrisa who had gone ahead to wear her shoes. Before exiting Dara took the motor key stored in a small drawer cabinet near the door.

Ayrisa did realize first to go to school will be escorted by Dara. Want to ride his own bike, but can not because while studying last month instead fall. It ended with a ban from Dara.

When she came home, Dara usually picked her up. Sometimes her older brother if Dara is busy. Sometimes the father takes over the task.

The motor finally stopped not far from the gate of Ayrisa school. The girl immediately went down and crucified her mother's hand before entering.

One thing that Ayrisa fears when she returns to school is the fear of being like a lost child once she reaches the school lobby because she does not know where her friend is now. Too lazy to use her phone, Ayrisa finally chose to follow her instincts to their class when class 10.

Until there, I don't know how many thanksgiving that Ayrisa mumbled in the heart as soon as she saw Reylin— his friends since the first day of school there—sang chat with their economics teacher—Pak Dzakariah. He was one of the teachers who was liked by the students because he was friendly. So, it was natural to see him talking casually with students.

"Good morning, sir!" apa Ayrisa was so close to them. "Hi, Re!"

"Ay, I have bad news. For this 11th grade, our class is divided into two which ends up we are not class because the absence number is far." Reylin blurted out in lethargy. It was only the first day and he had already lost his school spirit once he got the announcement.

Ayrisa's eyes were round in disbelief. He looked at Mr. Dzakariah. "Sir, is this really? In what order is it divided into two? Our class is, right, his student just fine."

Mr. Dzakariah smiled understandably at his students who 'protest'. "That's the principal's decision, with a reduced number of classmates expected so that your class can focus more on learning." He explained well so that the students in front of him understood.

"But, he said also let all classes in this school be used. Because in your class there's only one language class, so it's split in two for this year." Mr. Dzakariah continued.

"Well, we've had a good time together, sir. Can't move or that tukeran?"

"It's what's for Mr. Udin's class, so you don't know if you can move or not."

Ayrisa breathed a heavy sigh. "Re, we can't be together anymore, dong."

Raylin nodded in disagreement. "No, we'll definitely be together. Gini aja, you're his son Mr. Frans, ask me to move to your class. I'll help you talk, too."

"Okay, we'll talk later." Ayrisa agreed to Reylin's idea without a second thought.

On the other hand Mr. Dzakariah chuckled after hearing Reylin refer to Ayrisa as their homeroom child, Mr. Frans.

Actually, the name given Reylin to Ayrisa is not without reason. Which is why Reylin gave such a designation because their homeroom teacher often gave the task to Ayrisa who was supposed to be given to the class chairman or their vice chairman. The reason Mr. Frans gave such a task to Ayrisa was not known to them. What is certain is that Ayrisa only complies when getting an assignment from Mr. Frans.

Triingg! Triingg!

"It is expected for all students to enter their respective classes! No one should be outside the classroom when the learning hours take place." Sounds from teachers who have picket schedules today are heard from loudspeakers scattered in several corners of the school.

"Yes, you go to class there. I want to go back to the room." After saying that Mr. Dzakariah turned around and left from there, leaving his two disciples.

"On the second floor. Yuk!"

Ayrisa followed Reylin, climbing the stairs to the second floor of the school building. As soon as they reached the second floor, they turned left.

"It's lo's class." Reylin pointed at the first class they encountered from the stairs. "My class is next door. Remember, ask Mr. Frans!"

Ayrisa nodded before entering the class. Since there were now only sixteen students in the class, each student had his own desk and stool. He took his place in the front row near the teacher's desk. Only that place was left and the table next to it, it seemed like the number of tables and chairs in their class was more. Other students in their class prefer places in the back row.

Ayrisa took off her mask and put it in a bag. Then he just sat quietly in his place while playing the phone. Counting filling time waiting for his homeroom.

"Ayrisa, the tumben just got the bell in." Melia, one of her classmates, chirped after sitting on an empty bench next to Ayrisa's.

"Oh, that was with Reylin downstairs." Ayrisa replied in passing. "It's not yet known where the class was, so just be with Reylin."

"No new story recommendations? Yesterday I finished reading it all. Your recommendations never disappoint."

"It's good that way. I'm now reading this one again, anyway," Ayrisa said showing her phone screen. "It's pretty good, just read it."

"OK, okay. Send me a link later."

"Yes, Mel."

"Thank you, yeah."

"Good morning everyone!" The cry from the direction of the classroom door took over the attention of all the students.

All the students returned to their seats. Ayrisa also tidied up her sitting position and kept her cell phone in the desk drawer.

"Is everything present?" asked Frans while looking at the absent book in his hand. Some students seem to answer this question. "Well, there's nothing to say at this first meeting. You can wait for the subject teacher according to the schedule that has been shared in the group."

"Sir, it's just the first day, why have you learned? Usually the most clean-up class," said Retha before Mr. Frans left the class.

"You guys, didn't you, yesterday had an extra week off, so now learn." Mr. Frans replied casually then continued to apply from there, not seeing the sour face of his students.

When her classmate complained about it, Ayrisa came out to follow Frans. Not forgetting that he brought his phone to be safe.

"Sir" called.

Frans turned to him, then put on a questionable face.

"Umm, I'm the same Reylin split up. This can't move classes, sir?"

"Who among you wants to move?"

"I, Sir." Reylin who appeared from behind answered that question.

"If it's not knowing too. But, yes, you guys come with me to Mr. Udin's room."

Ayrisa and Reylin spontaneously smiled happily. They soon followed Mr. Frans who had gone first from there.

Arrive in Mr. Udin's room. Mr. Frans spoke directly about it, and the final decision was an exchange. So, they need to find a friend in Language A class who wants to move to Language B class.

Lucky for them because there is a Gesha who wants to move.

After moving Reylin occupied an empty bench next to Ayrisa. Not long after that Ms. Mela, a German language teacher, entered the classroom.

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