Crysan
MOS
Krieg... Krieg.. Kriin
The clock has been showing at five in the morning. A teenage girl is forced to leave her dreamland only to head to a new school and to a higher level, High School. The beautiful girl is Crysan Parisya. A girl who likes Paris and eiffel is also very fond of chrysanthemums.
As usual after tidying up his blue bed, Crysan immediately grabbed the towel that he deliberately hung near the bathroom door. Turning on the shower, Crysan flushed her body under the cold water. Prefer to close his eyes and enjoy every drop of water that befalls his face. Finished with the bathroom business that spent 30 minutes, Crysan decided to get out of his favorite bathroom and take his OSIS Junior uniform.
It was a new day to step into the new school I chose.
Crysan, that girl could only express the excitement she felt in her heart alone. He prefers to be quiet and continue to say something that is not clear. Understandably, after 30 minutes Crysan took a shower today is now at 5.30 am, if you want to scream it is very impossible. He did not want to be counted as waking up one village because of his screams and also did not want to be suspected of the sahur patrol because this is not the fasting month. Just think about fasting is still a few months away, does Crysan want to patrol before his time? The eiffel-shaped keychain hangs sweetly in a light brown bag that is also eiffel-accented. This girl is ready to carry out MOS or her first Student Orientation Period at Wijaya Bakti High School. One of the most prestigious schools in Jakarta.
" Eh, wait a minute. Why should there be MOS? Teacher's introduction, environment, friend. Just-there's. May the MOS be removed, amen ", Crysan said softly. He likes what is called school. But not with MOS.
Black shoes that are also in line with the rope are always ready to wear. Finished wearing her shoes, Crysan stepped towards her study table to pick up the color ribbon she had prepared. This time all the hair of the female students had to be braided like a village girl with ribbons adorning her. The colorful ribbon that Crysan had taken was directly paired on his side. Color matching Crysan's black hair, which is red, blue, and gold. Yesterday, a few days ago when Crysan tried with that style at home was immediately laughed at by her father.
" Good thing my hair is long. Yes, although not very straight like Graceful C. Sasmic. But it's also good ", Crysan said once again before she left her room.
" Where is my hair the color item. Funnier. Hihi ", once again Crysan admires herself as a positive for Crysan.
" Crysan!? Are you awake or not yet, son? ", it was the voice of a great woman who for 16 years was willing to keep Crysan, should Crysan call her mama but, Crysan prefers to call her 'mother'.
" Yes buk. I'll be down in a minute. I'm too ready to go to my new school ", whether Crysan's mother hears Crysan's scream or not. The distance was quite far, Crysan was in the room while her mother was in the kitchen.
A gentle face with sparkling eyes awaits the arrival of her daughter with a sense of pride that cannot be poured out with just one sentence. Crysan immediately sat down near her father's chair which happened to not be in his dining chair yet. Saturated by having to wait alone, Crysan immediately walked into the kitchen and helped her mother who was still wearing an apron and holding a vegetable spoon. The hour hand that still shows 5.45 is still too early for Crysan. After being subtly forbidden to help her mother, Crysan returned to the dining room and saw her father and her sister Keenan there.
" Ken, you ate him a little sneak huh? Later brother is late again ", joked Crysan who immediately got a plot from Keenan who was seven years old. Fortunately his mother immediately sat down and broke up the act of mocking each other between the two children.
" His sister should not be followed by donk sak. Later on again, isn't it? ", the mother who had been holding back laughter immediately spoke and immediately looked at the father who had been busy with a cup of coffee and newspaper in his grasp.
Ian, the father just smiled in response to the wife's joke. He did not want his son to pout more with his laughter. For however, if Farra, who joked, should not be laughed at, there would be a cold war in the family. Ian will be silenced one day. And this time the father just chose to answer casually.
" Yes, Ris. Poor Keenan already berahan emotions like kerbah want to give birth. Uh, it's not like a bull would sit down ", ' Ian replied before sipping his coffee.
" Dad fuck huuu. "
Such is what must have been seen in the dining room of Crysan house every day. And surely after the conversation, Farra the mother will prepare provisions for her two children. But, not this morning, there is absolutely no provision for Crysan as well as Keenan.
" Mom, I'm leaving first. Afraid of late entering the gate is equally afraid of late morning apples ", said Crysan to the mother.
Farra only smiled as she gave Crysan a paper first assignment. The paper is heart-shaped with eiffel images and also restyles the slightly messy Crysan ribbon.
" Yes, be careful. Oh, yes Paris will go home on a bus to be economical ", whispered Farra beside her daughter.
Crysan just fell sweetly towards her mother who was standing near the entrance of the minimalist house. After the car driven by his father came out of the gate, Crysan saw his mother enter the house. Close the dark brown door made of teak wood with a very tight flower carving.
***
Wijaya Bakti SMA
6.45
" Thank God. Good thing not late.Dad, Crysan went inside first huh. Bye bye little kiddo, Keenan ", Crysan said to her sister after greeting her father's right hand.
After Crysan's routine ritual was over, the girl decided to immediately get out of the car and walk into the gate of Wijaya Bakti High School. This girl went straight to the class she was going to attend during the MOS and the lesson for two semesters later.
Arriving at that class, the atmosphere that was seen was crowded plus a word once behind it. New students who have mostly come directly to find friends and also busy themselves. This one girl just threw a smile at the girl sitting alone in the front corner close to the teacher's desk. Crysan immediately stepped her foot to approach the girl.
" Hello", said Crysan as usual, friendly to anyone.
" Oh, hi ", greet the girl in a soft tone of voice.
The greeting immediately continued to be a greeting of introduction between the two sweet girls of the new student of Wijaya Bakti High School who sat in this front corner.
" I, Crysan Parisya. Can be called Crysan or Paris ", Crysan immediately introduced himself with a face full of sweet smiles.
Prefer to return Crysan's sweet smile first, then the girl just introduced herself, "If it was me, Avni. Avni Gracelma Prahita's ".
" What a good name. Avni, are you sitting alone? ", Crysan asked in the end because she had seen all the benches almost full of other students.
" Yes, I'm alone. You sit with me as Ris ", Avni's offer was immediately given a nod from Crysan.
Expelling saturation, Crysan and Avni choose to tell about their time in Junior High. Sometimes it is also filled with reading books in the library or just eating during a break in the cafeteria.
***
MOS has been running for three days, and according to the agenda received by Crysan on the first day, two more days will be held between classes MOS competitions. Yes, the MOS event in Wijaya Bakti was held for five days only. Because it can be ascertained Saturday and Sunday school holidays. According to the events listed on the agenda and also those often read by members of the osis, the competitions will be conducted with unusual events. Yesterday also all class X chairmen were gathered in the OSIS meeting room just to discuss the matter.
From the results of the meeting, Rahman's friend Crysan who also doubles as class president X-9 immediately announced in front of his friends the race series. All students of class X should participate here, as instructed. Due to the number in the Crysan class there are only 36 people, the participants of the class race are fitting. Everyone was in the two-day race.
" so, friends, who participated in the crackers eating competition, namely Agustin and Bima. The water-breaking race was Linda and Husein "
" Huuuu", as soon as the two events of the race were read out, the sounds of protest cries from Agustin and Linda were immediately heard. But, left alone by Rahman who continues to be fun to sneer at his friend.
" Next, the word stacking competition is represented by Luki, Shinta, and Fatir. My own tug-of-war race was assisted by Gusti, Ega, Erik, Miska, the same April ", regardless of the cries of protest from his friends Rahman was again engrossed in writing on the board.
" Live yel-yel race, members 8 to 15 people. Keep ikebana four people "
Flower chains? Crysan can. Inner Avni then the girl who was close to Crysan raised her hand.
" Emh, Man, Crysan can ikebana ", ucao Avni who was immediately noticed by two people at once, Rahman with sparkling eyes and Crysan with a sharp gaze mixed with shock.
" Okay means who participated in ikebana lo, Avni, same Crysan continued Firdaus and Nadya who had told me "
" Yel-yel race will be Rafi, Indi, Erika, Febi, Indra, Septian, Anggi, Gita, Benny, Radit, Evan, equally Holy. The rest keep the class clean "
The atmosphere of the class that had been confused with the cry of protest finally relented and agreed with Rahman's decision as class leader. Except for Crysan who still looks gloomy with Avni's proposal that should involve herself in ikebana. Indeed Crysan only told Avni that thing and talent. But it's not this kind of proposal that the girl wants.
Anyway after ikebana tomorrow, Avni must buy me Mang Asep meatballs plus the same iced orange in the canteen. Crysan grumbled inwardly without looking and ignoring Avni's apology, who was begging the black-haired and pretty-faced girl. Seeing his compatriot who was still in the snack mode, Avni just shrugged his shoulders up high. After all, they will make up, right ? Friends can't get together, right ?