CAKRASENJANA
The Eps 11
..."thank you for loving me my Al."...
...-hanna-...
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In the eleventh grade A, there was a big commotion there, how no less five minutes left the teacher will enter their class, the teacher, while one class still has not finished doing homework.
"Why don't you tell the cave anyway if there is a task to make poetry!" sebal Sasha to Nala, usually the boy likes to remind his friends in the classroom grub, until sending answers.
"Yee I also forget, yes, the time when every task is always hanging me," replied Nala busy making poetry just like other children.
"Lo make what poem Cak?" ask Nolan to Cakra.
"Don't know, confused cave. Dizziness the cave if told to make this, people are not good at making rhymes for poetry," replied Cakra could not think at all, even the notebook was still clean, not tertoreh pen scratches in the slightest.
"Sama, from the hand of the gatel cave to open google," said Nolan equally depressed.
"See google see google, you did not hear yesterday Mr Mamat said what? Can not cheat on the internet, if found your value is given zero. That diem-diem guy looks like a psychic, a lying student can tell" Cakra said.
"Huh, lest Mr Mamat be of Indomie descent again?!" nolan's response put on a surprised look.
"Basic indigo! Early in the morning don't make the cave berserk!" irate Cakra smashed his fifty-page-thick package book into Nolan's head.
The man grimaced in pain. Then all of a sudden, like getting an epiphany, Nolan wrote very quickly in his notebook, instantly in a matter of seconds his poem was finished.
"Yes finally the cave poem is finished," happily Nolan smiled widely. "Cak's Oath, after being hit by a blow to the cave brain immediately smoothly, next time if the cave is hard to think again you hit it well, even if the pain is not a problem," Pinta Nolan looks really.
"It looks like your brain is really sliding deh Lan, because it has been hit by a cave book," Cakra wondered, everywhere people if beaten must be angry, but different from human species such as Nolan, but different from humans, even addictive!
"Where's Eh Alvaro?" ask Cakra.
"Tow, again scolding him," answered Nolan pointing to a man who was fast asleep in his seat, putting his hands on the table as a headrest.
Cakra and Nolan approach Alvaro and wake him up. "Al wake up woy!" nolan shouted right at Alvaro's ears, causing the boy to slip in shock.
"What what?" alvaro asked in a daze, with his eyeballs colored red like someone just woke up. Alvaro was silent for a few seconds, trying to gather first his entire consciousness.
"Lo's poetry is what belom? Sleep your work, all bring a bolster pillow!" ninyir Nolan's.
"Ck lo both have no work really, semalem cave sleep at three o'clock understand! Now the cave is still sleepy, go there!" drive Alvaro to Cakra and Nolan.
"Buset dah, why do you want to sleep until three in the morning? Ngeronda?" ask Cakra curiously.
"Object to playing games, little more want mythic, asoy cave spills every time you play together you are always blasphemed by the eternal epic," replied Alvaro as he buried his head in both hands.
"Hehe, keep on succeeding?" ask Nolan.
"NO!" angry Alvaro kicked the table, "cave team like garbage, ngetroll all, blind map! His work was just a useless snack," continued Alvaro depression, seen so clearly from the look of his face.
"Patience Al, calm down ajar we both help you really," said Cakra patting Alvaro's back pity, must be all physical and mental he had bet last night.
"Lo ngeselin vows," retorted Alvaro eager to award a blow to Zevan's face.
Shortly afterwards, the sound of the footsteps of shoes from outside the classroom that allegedly was Pak Mamat Indonesian teacher, immediately all the children sat in their respective places.
The class leader also prepared, and followed by a common prayer. After everything was done, Mr. Mamat started to open the study this morning.
"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh children, how are you? Waduh like my task has been done all this," said Mr. Mamat to the students.
"Waalaikumussalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh sir," said the greetings of the disciples.
"Eehhh Sir! The task may be tomorrow if not sir dikumpulinnya," pinta one of the students while raising his right hand.
"Tomorrow, today dong, if tomorrow my value is collected less," replied Mr. Mamat made them all snore.
"Already well, now you will call your names one by one to present the results of your own poetry in front," said Mr. Mamat and then heard the voice of complaints congregation, the hearts of the eleven A students were made to beat incoherently, they felt the same nervousness.
"Don't name the cave don't name the cave!" inner Cakra Anxious.
"Alvaro Nugraha, let's move forward!" call Mr. Mamat.
"Mampus lo Al" muttered Nolan looking at Alvaro who was preparing to advance forward while carrying a notebook.
"Please son!"
"Well sir," replied Alvaro who was already standing in front of the blackboard, facing his friends. With confidence Alvaro opened his notebook, but strangely he could read such a beautiful poem without any writing there. It feels like it just came out of Alvaro's mouth.
All the children were shocked, their mouths all gaping wide in shock. Is that really Alvaro?
The sound of a standing ovation one class gave when Alvaro had finished reciting his poem, Mr. Mamat looked teary-eyed, moved by the beautiful strands of words from his male students.
"Hiks, very good poem you son, I am moved," said Mr. Mamat dramatically.
"Hehe, thank you sir," Alvaro replied happily.
"Sir, is he really Alvaro Cak?" whispered Nolan asked.
"Somehow, I think the cave is wrong," whispered Cakra also in disbelief.
"The romance poem you just read, like telling someone about your story, can you tell me who Al is?"
"It is sir" replied Alvaro reluctantly to tell.
"Hoho seems so special, you can sit down now. Let's give another round of applause for your friend!" said Mr. Mamat invited Alvaro to sit back.
On the seat, a knotty smile still remained perfectly on Alvaro's lips. "The task of the cave is over Han," Inner Alvaro recalled that memory, the poem he had just read, was a poem he had made with Hanna, his late lover.
He once said that one day he wanted to show the poem to everyone, and finally today the moment was fulfilled, but without Hanna by his side.
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