Destined For You's
Attitudes

Deeva walked through the classroom on the second floor of the social building. From where he was he could see students who were exercising in the middle of the room. The school building is divided into five buildings, each corresponding to its major. Science Building which is a means for students majoring in IPA, as well as the Language department which has its own building, the rest of the building is a management room consisting of 3 floors as well. The first floor is for the teacher's room, the second floor is for the principal's and the Foundation's manager's room and the third floor is used as a hall for student trustee meetings. Not infrequently the student trustee meeting is also held in a separate multipurpose building.

For Deeva his new school is very good, only one drawback is that there is no elevator. Although each building only up to the third floor but back and forth every day must be tiring. 11 IPS 1 is the inscription above the door that is now where it stands.

Deeva came in after the homeroom teacher invited her. At that time, there were math lessons. The classroom guardian spoke briefly to the teacher who was teaching later after receiving approval Deeva was asked to introduce himself and then sat on an empty bench.

“Salam knows everyone, I Deeva Thalita Nabila moved from Bandung, you can call me Deeva.” A brief, no-nonsense introduction ended a friendly smile. He sat in the back seat.

Deeva put her bag on the chair, she first greeted the man sitting next to her chair. “Hai, I'm sitting here well.”

There was no answer, the boy just glanced at him for a glance and then turned his head back on the table, sleeping.

Deeva did not bother, he immediately took out his book and tried to work on the problems given by the teacher. Understandably entered in the last week before the year-end assessment as a result of direct entry training questions.

Finish maths lesson switch to English, again Practice problem. Looks like this week will be full practice problem with the pretext of grating before the exam. Although just entered but Deeva certainly did not have trouble working on the sake of the existing problems, he did not even miss the opportunity to work in front of the class.

“Aqila Maida write answer number four in front!” call the teacher with a slight raise of his voice. Deeva who is focused on doing so looks up and looks for which figure Aqila. It turned out that the girl who had been busy with her boyfriend, fashionable and repeatedly looked at the small mirror located on her desk. The makeup is quite complex for schoolgirls. Eh errat, for Deeva's class who only wear sunscreen and natural liptint.

Aqila who was tall with her uniform that was so fitting bent forward like a model. The girl was facing the blackboard with a marker in her hand but quite a long time passed by yet a single word was written there.

“Mom told you to write an answer, not even be a statue like that!” said teacher.

Aqila answered him so casually, “I haven't worked, Bu.”

“It's okay directly you just answer on the board.” And Aqila was silent.

“Why can't you?” the girl nodded.

“Makanya if mother explains noticed, do not even busy yourself. You are!” annoyed bu guru. “self beside the whiteboard until someone can answer about no four!”

Aqila shifted and stood beside the blackboard leisurely, without shame or guilt.

“Anyone wants to try working on the number four problem?” ask the teacher.

Deeva raised her hand, “can I try bu?”

When the teacher nodded to him Deeva immediately worked on the matter.

“Iya, the answer is correct.” Praise the teacher. “Qila, you can sit now. Next, you should really pay attention to the lesson. Don't just face polished continuously, your brain must also be taken care of.” Further. The whole class laughed at Aqila who got a blatant insinuation from the English teacher.

“Silence, don't laugh at you! This is also my opinion for all of you!” the whole class immediately made a silence. “you guys this is about laughing at others champions, but to do the problem is difficult. Example of a new student of this class, what was his name?”

“Deeva, bu.” Answer Deeva.

“Well yes, example Deeva. Learning is focused and willing to try every opportunity even though he is a new student.”

After the break bell rang, the teacher left the classroom. Before long the students followed to go to the cafeteria, while some swarmed Deeva's desk to get acquainted. Deeva certainly welcomed him with pleasure.

“Wah can enter our God of sleep class rank if my fellow Deeva.” Speak to one of the students who made the Gods move.

“Bete is my place so noisy.” Answer the man who turned out to be a god. She yawns shamelessly while staring at Deeva who is looking at her in wonder.

Huh! The god exhaled a rough breath then left.

Deeva blinked, “Hah doang? Strange basis.” Inner Deeva.

“Si Dewa is her son, cute, rough. No need to be taken, justin aja.” Said one of the students. “Gue When, Salsabila.” Continue to introduce yourself.

“But it is cuek, rough the same diemnya God tuh make silence akin sakep.” Its effects.

“Ya yes yes no denying, emang pretty cute anyway.” Inner Deeva.

“Malah diem aja eh? Don't tell me you're fascinated by God?” ask Bila.

“Lo can say that because it does not know what the God is. Although the nickname God sleeps because he always sleeps in class, but if in the field different stories. Super deh anyway.” Clearly When.

“Oh is?”

“Yup. Canteen yuk I temenin.” Take Bila.

“Bby.” Deeva agrees.

When passing the table Qila and the gank his hand is pulled, “ mango juice two same siomay do not use pedes one.” Qila gave fifty thousand money that ended up thrown to the floor because it was not accepted by Deeva.

“Lo horrors I didn't say?”

“Gue is not a courier. If you also ask for help to tinkip should be polite, that's not the way.” Answer Deeva.

“Deev!” whispered When he shook his head.

Aqila stood up from her seat and looked at Deeva full of intimidation. “Lo is a new child, the thing I asked to buy is juice. Feel good just because teacher praised? Oi! I have a Region.” Further.

Deeva smiled, “Region? You think parking lot!”

“Asking for help is not like that. Let's Bil we unplug!” he continued regardless of Aqila who was still cursing in the classroom.

Up to Deeva canteen and Bila enjoying their meal. This time Deeva discovered the shortcomings of her new school, which is a canteen that only has one. Although large and spacious but for him still ineffective and efficient, the location of his canteen is quite far from his class building.

“Udah? To class again yuk!” bring Deeva.

“Shortly, I want to buy Qila order first.”

“No need, we go to class. Don't talk to people who don't have adab.”

“But Deev we could get in trouble. He has power in this school. I'll tell ya, he likes to bully. Don't let you be the target. Just find it safe we buy it he wants.” Clearly When.

“What power? The names in the school are all the same, equivalent.”

When it ends up back empty handed. Throughout the next lesson, Qila continued to stare at Deeva in annoyance. Especially now most of the students docked to the Deeva bench to do the exercises together. Until the Gods who are usually full of sleep also follow awake even though they still look forced. Plus, seeing Deeva who did not hesitate to hit the God every time the man yawned made her emotions boil.

“Carmuk is so much a child! So bang!” objurgation.

Ten more minutes of class ended but Deeva who wanted to go to the toilet could not hold back. He also gave permission to the teacher.

“Gue go to the toilet first, you have to work until finished and can go home. If the bell has not been stretched do not go home first, anyway must be selesei.” Deeva. “Lo, God do not try to sleep.” Further.

Asked not to sleep in fact God immediately lay his head when Deeva left. Minutes passed until the bell went off Deeva never came back. His friends started to go home despite being asked to finish first.

“Gue unplug it, the old Deeva really.” Say one of my friends.

“Iya I am too. Don't let him go home first with us.” The other timpal.

If the wobbly wait for Deeva but never come while her mother has picked up below. “Where is it?”

“Wa, drop Deeva bag well. If he came here to say I came home first, mama already picked up.” Say when to the sleeping kang who does not answer at all.

Huh! God stretched his hand, “look at the back of it I fuck! Very males! Bodo is very dah!” his son left the class.

“About that the real kid goes home first what's the way? But the time is yes her bag left?” muttered the gods while descending the stairs. Every now and then, his ladder is putting on his black hair.

“Bodo very lah.”

“But if that kid gets rough until he can't go back to class how? He's a new kid.”

“But bodo is very.” He said no matter, but his footsteps quickly checked each toilet.