Ayrisa And Her Story
Ayrisa²² - Best of You

Now is Sunday, and Ayrisa should be able to relax in front of the television while watching her favorite yellow sponge cartoon. However, he will not be able to do that for the next week as it will be in another city for that long. Yes, the final day of the German Olympic Games is three days away. Therefore, Ayrisa is now at the hotel after her departure to Jakarta.

Antra, Dara and Nefra also took Ayrisa to the airport. Nura herself did not come along because she said she had a group assignment with her friend. Before boarding the plane, Nefra performs a small drama to hold Ayrisa's departure. The sixteen-year-old girl was made to look down embarrassed by it.

Arriving at the hotel Bu Mela told Ayrisa to rest all day. Their long journey by plane for an hour and fifteen minutes certainly also feels tiring. Ms. Mela does not want anything unwanted to happen to her students, however she is responsible during their time in Jakarta.

The type of room they occupy is a deluxe room with a twin bed. Ayrisa chose a bed that was close to the window. Actually, because Ms. Mela had already occupied the bed that was closer to the door, so only the bed was left.

The Bell boy who helped carry their suitcase left immediately after receiving a tip from Ms. Mela.

"Ayrisa, I'll be out for a while. There are acquaintances who are also staying at this hotel, so I want to meet for a while." Ms. Mela said.

"Yes, Mom."

"You rest for today, tomorrow we start training again." Ayrisa replied with a nod. Then Ms. Mela left their room.

After the departure of Ms. Mela, Ayrisa laid herself on the bed. His position is on his back with a pillow behind his head that helps him to lean a little. His fingers began to surf above the phone screen. Like the mother's message before leaving, Ayrisa sends a message that she has arrived at the hotel and will rest all day. After the message was sent, he placed the phone near the pillow before falling asleep.

The right choice to obey the words of Ms. Mela to rest because her body also feels tired.

The clock kept moving. The position of the sun also changed, indicating the time that continued to run when the girl fell asleep. He ignored the sunlight that burst in from the window that was not covered with curtains.

His eyelids slowly opened as the clock showed at half-three in the afternoon. He blinked for a while before he straightened his body. His gaze circled around and found no one. Maybe Ms. Mela is still with her friend, Ayrisa thought.

After a while of gathering her life, Ayrisa decided to refresh herself. Twenty minutes later he was in a creamy oversized sweatshirt and black knee-length leggings with a white stripe on his side.

Ayrisa sat herself on the bed with her mobile phone in her hand. Reply to some messages from the mother, Nefra and also Mia. After that switch to the reading application to continue the unfinished story he read while filling the time. A few seconds later, the door of the room opened, followed by the appearance of Bu Mela. He walked closer to his bed.

"Let's have dinner with Mom, yeah. You can also meet the students," said Ms. Mela while opening her suitcase.

"Good, Mom." Ayrisa replied briefly.

When dinner time comes, as Ms. Mela has told you, they will have dinner at the hotel restaurant with their friend. They came out of the room when the clock showed half-six over seven minutes.

Friends of Bu Mela is a man of his age who is called Pak Raka. While the student who participated in the final round of the Olympics named Kaysa. Mela and Ayrisa sat in front of the two men.

Kaysa who is an easy going and friendly type can make himself quickly familiar with Ayrisa. The two of them discussed interesting things when their teacher was also busy talking about their work.

"Can I have your Instagram account name? Let's follow each other, it's a pity if we don't make an instastory together." Kaysa.

"Can." Ayrisa then typed her Instagram account name on Kaysa's phone. The girl immediately pressed the 'follow' as soon as her phone was returned by Ayrisa. Afterwards Kaysa took a photo of himself with Ayrisa. Then continued with boomerang with their teacher. He uploaded their photos and boomerangs to his instastory, not forgetting to tag Ayrisa's Instagram account.

As soon as Ayrisa added to her instastory, several Direct Messages instantly invaded her. Of the few classmates who followed each other, Mia, Oska and Kion, and of course Nefra. Ayrisa replied to their Direct Message briefly, except for Nefra. It was because he felt a little careless with all the rules and warnings given by his older brother. He memorized all the words of Nephra outside his head.

After dinner, they settled there for a short chat while enjoying an ice cream sorbet as a dessert.

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The sound of applause sounded simple, followed by a congratulatory speech that was broadcast to the winner of the first champion who was already standing on a small stage in front there. Then continued with the awarding ceremony of the cup to the four German Olympic champions.

Ayrisa turned to Kaysa who was sitting next to her. The girl's words were true, also representing her feelings.

"Yes, not yet our sustenance," she replied with a small smile.

"Well, even if it ends up being an instastory audience, I'm happy to know you." Kaysa's hand stretched out to embrace Ayrisa for a moment.

"Same, you're a real person."

Despite only being together for almost a week, Kaysa and Ayrisa are close enough. Even on the day of the announcement of the results of the Olympics, they wore clothes of the same color. Well, that was Kaysa's proposal actually.

"Ayrisa, thank you for your efforts all along."

Ayrisa turned to look at Ma Mela who was sitting by her other side. He smiled a little, in the bottom of his heart there was a little guilt for not being able to win the championship.

"Even the top ten is good, don't be discouraged." Ms. Mela is in limbo.

Ayrisa nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom."

After the announcement event and the awarding of the trophy to the champion, the other finalists get a small parcel and also a certificate for each. Their event today ended with a close and lunch together.

"Ayrisa, go to the toilet, yuk!" pinta Kaysa while shaking Ayrisa's hand slowly. After being replied with a nod, they immediately came out of the banquet hall, not forgetting their teacher's permission.

While waiting for Kaysa to finish his business in the toilet room, Ayrisa leaned against the ceramic-lined sink table. Suddenly he thought of something about the organizers of this Olympics.

Rental function room like banquet hall, then the games they held all day yesterday in Taman Mini Indonesia Indah. How much does the organizer earn to be able to rent it all? Ah, also do not forget the small parcel containing some items made of material ... ugh, do not call it by what. Ayrisa is very confident his quality cannot be doubted.

"Ayrisa, that's it."

"Ah, yes."

Not long after returning to the banquet hall, they went straight home due to the finished event. They booked a taxi online to be together. At the hotel, they split up to go to their rooms.

Just sitting on a comfortable bed, the phone in his hand rang. There's a Nefra name on the screen. Swiping the green icon on the screen, then the phone is brought closer to the shade.

"Why, Brother Nef? He wasn't busy going to college, what a phone call every day," Ayrisa grumbled before Nefra across the street let out her voice.

"Yes, right, I'm worried. You were there a long time too." Nefra replied in an unrelenting tone.

"It's only been a week, Brother Nef. A week." Ayrisa pressed her last word. "Tomorrow we go home. So, don't call anymore."

"Yes, watch out if it gets delayed."

"Yes, my dear Neph. Hye!"

After the connection was cut off, Ayrisa decided to clean herself up. Alternate with the previous Miss Mela.