Bad Students
[60] Farewell

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Graduation is counting days. The entire student was preparing to perform the final ceremony for the twelfth grade. They were given the opportunity to become ceremonial officers. It was a very special Monday for all of them. Not feeling everything they have been through so far, now there are memories.

A start they were not expecting. An unwanted meeting at all. Problem for their problems. And now, they are joined to the wind that drives them together. All the memories they will remember. Everything was. Yeah, everybody.

The end point that now makes the tear dam flow. All the teachers could no longer hold back their tears, which now continued to flood their cheeks. Some of the twelfth graders who had been lined up in the back, now held up a banner that read "Excuse me if our behavior has not appreciated you. Forgive us. You are great teachers! Able to deliver all his students more successfully than himself. Thanks."

The atmosphere is now broken. One by one the twelfth graders advanced forward forming a line, saluting for the last time. Not a single bit of the disciple shed his tears, because of that heartwarming thing. All the teachers did not think they would do that, absolutely no one thought.

After the salute, one by one the students in an orderly manner approached the teachers and gave greetings. Not a single one who hugged him, hugged because he felt he would lose. The crying broke even more, making all the younger siblings who had seen him in the classes moved together.

"Lo why nangis anjir! You're not acting" Again Vixa destroyed Rami's mood.

"Who is crying anjir! I'm just flickering!"

"Kalo nangis ya say ajaya, do not try to denial. Tuh see the same Suga Jije, dramatic mewek while curling his brother Jimi. Chance is his name" Chirped Jinata. Making Jimi who heard it immediately dragged away the two friends, from the body of his brother.

After finishing, suddenly all the ceremonial officers who had been standing still pulled something in his hand, and instantly all the students in the field surrounded by smoke bomb smoke. All the twelve grade disciples formed a circle, while embracing each other.

With the strains of singing together 'Until Jumpa' from Endank Soekamti.

'Come will go

The passing passes

There's nothing

Meet will be separated

It's drowning

The tide will recede

Meet will be separated

Hey~

See you next day

For us to meet again

I'll let you go

Even though I'm not ready to miss

I'm not ready without you

I wish you the best'

Making the atmosphere at that time even more makes the sense of not wanting to lose, increasingly suffocating themselves. No longer know how to, crying is now getting louder, wetting their faces that have been accommodated. Not one bit record all those events, to be used as memories.

An unexpected meeting, now very difficult for them to let go. Everything goes so fast, day after day they go through, that they do not realize it will all be a memory. The time when they really had to separate. Very difficult indeed, but inevitably they have to accept it all. Because, every meeting will have a farewell. And make it all into a wishful memory.

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