Cherophophobic
1 Year passed
Months have passed. Kafka still did not stop to look for information about his family. For a year, Kafka came to his papa's home address every month. But the house was always empty, and neighbors said the owner had not been home since a year ago.
Kafka is currently in the XI class. He managed to get the highest score during the class upgrade exam. Kafka was quite proud of himself. Bottom line! Just proud, but the guy is not satisfied with his current achievements. He was determined to increase his value again during the 1st Semester Middle Assessment in the XI class.
Now Ivarnest High School has just completed its Middle Assessment Semester 1. Students of XI MIPA 2 class who are usually super crowded this time are silent a thousand languages because they are anxious to think about the test scores yesterday. This is what the class is like. They look stupid, but they are ambitious.
Many are surprised by the achievement of the MIPA 2 XI class which occupies the first position of the class with the smartest students at the time of the announcement of the past UKK results, but the daily life shown is not learning. Instead of playing, relaxing, when described the students look not serious and do not understand. But who would have thought behind that they have an ambitious side.
"Good morning everyone." greeted Miss Lista with her friendly smile.
"Good morning ma'am!"
"Congratulations to all of you who managed to get the best grade again for PTS 1 in this 11th grade" said Miss Lista as she pointed two thumbs at her students.
Students and students in the class cheered. The class returned noisily as usual, except for Kafka. That guy just smiles. His heart is very happy at the moment, but he does not want to show his happiness and he does not want to be happy. She was afraid that sadness would come to her again after feeling happiness. So he chose to hide his happiness.
"Shhhtt, calm down. I want to make an announcement for you" said Miss Lista.
"What announcement is Ma'am?" kafka asked curiously.
"Like last year, every semester assessment will be held midterm activities" replied Bu Lista while showing the documents he held.
The whole class immediately noisily guessing midterm activities this time what? Last year was a cooking competition and painting competition is definitely different this year is not it?
"What's this year's midterm?" ask Azam.
"This year, the midterm activities that will be held in our school are inter-class competitions in the field of sports. There's sack racing, relay racing, badminton racing, and lastly there's the singing race." explains Miss Lista.
Why the singing race? Art-smelling competitions are always held every midterm activity. Not without reason, as Ivarnest High School is known is a famous art High School in the city. So every activity there must be a race that smells of art. Whether it's painting, singing, drawing, playing an instrument, cooking, designing chocolate, making sculptures, and so on.
"So, anyone wants to represent our class?" ask Miss Lista.
"I'm Mom! I ran the relay!" cetus Azam raised his hands high.
"Well, for which is the badminton book race?" ask Miss Lista again.
"We're Mom!" kafka shouted as he raised his own hand which held Yohan's hand.
"Okay, for the badminton race is Kafka and Yohan" Bu Lista said while writing in the book.
Yohan looked at Kafka with an annoyed look, then slapped Kafka's hand. He was too lazy to do all that. But what can be done, his name has been listed on the list of participants of the race by Bu Lista. Wanting to protest he was too lazy to open his mouth to say a long thing.
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During the break, Kafka and his friends gathered behind the school to eat the lunch they had bought from the cafeteria.
"Lo's class who's Kaf's representative in those races?" ask Hazel while eating her food.
"Staff him." replied Kafka while pointing at Azam who was eating. "If my badminton is the same as Yohan's. Sack race girls, if the singing has not been determined" said Kafka again.
Hearing Kafka's reply, Yora immediately laughed back and forth imagining her almost statue-like cousin running to and fro chasing the shuttle cock and hitting it so as not to fall to the ground.
"Lo's? Badminton game?" yora asked Yohan while laughing.
"Be careful his skin is cracked because of most motion." said Azam followed by his laughter.
Arzel who had just laughed the boy was talking now. "Kalem ya han, later if I crack the stye I bring super glue" said Arzel.
Yohan snorted in annoyance. The guy put up his airpods so as not to hear the babbling of his friends who really upset him.
Amidst their jokes, Kafka's attention is distracted again with a bracelet on Arzel's growing wrist. It may have covered about 25 cm from Arzel's wrist.
"Zels? You have no intention of releasing those bracelets?" kafka asked doubtfully.
Arzel took a quick look at his wrist. Then shook his head. "No, honey. It's good on the loose." replied Arzel with a laugh.
Arzel looks really cheerful. But the more cheerful the boy looked, the more worried Kafka was about his best friend. Since that smile was not a genuine one, it was more like a mask used to cover up his sadness. Kafka could feel that just by looking at the look in Arzel's eyes that looked empty while laughing.
"When you go back to school to karaoke?" take Nathan.
"Gasss! We'll make our success this time!" yora Sahut.
"Woke, I'll have my coach's permission!" hazel.
They all agreed after school they would go straight to the karaoke place to celebrate their success getting high marks on PTS 1 in this XI class.
Amidst this cheerful atmosphere, Arzel silently looked at her bracelet. When his eyes began to tear up the boy immediately looked at his friends again and smiled cheerfully again.
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