
...The punishment unites two hearts...
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...---Campus Unesa, Ketintang-Surabaya----...
Sweat drenched in my black white uniform, the esophagus felt dry like the Sahara Desert longing for rain to pour from the sky.
"Crazy for the tenth time I ran around this campus park, feeling my snoring to be dislodged!" I swear in my heart.
Until when should I run and carry out my punishment. It was in my mind to pretend to faint in order to be free from this punishment. Suddenly there was a whistle and a clap of hands from my right, right where the organizers were.
"It's stopped, enough sports!" said the guy who gave me punishment or sanction for not using the sign.
I also stopped and walked towards the members of my group who were sitting under a shady tree not far from where I was carrying out the punishment, with a giant step I was walking, he said, trying to endure fatigue and thirst while unceasingly wiping the sweat that poured out of my forehead and chin. Soon I heard the voice calling me, "Hey new boy, where are you going? Your punishment is not over!" call that guy to me.
With a cynical look I turned my gaze towards her and with this hand on the head of the heart tried to hold back the burning resentment in the chest, these eyes did not stop staring at him as he stepped foot toward the direction the voice had come from. There is only our group, the other group has been split according to the direction of the leader of the line with the guidance of each 2 committee of maba.
"Who is your name, live where. Have you not recorded the rules and regulations during OSEK!" search for the guy while shaking his waist and put a rogue face towards me.
"Hmmm, my name is Mayang, I live in Sidoarjo kak" I told him.
"Owh, son of Sidoarjo yes, where is Sidoarjo?" ask me full of searching.
While staring at the wonder I also answered, "Sidoarjo Gajah Magersari, Brother."
"Okay, Sis, Insha'Allah I will not repeat again" I replied as I continued to wipe the sweat from my face.
"Now, use this handkerchief to wipe your sweat, do not need to be returned, that's also I don't know who just fell!" said the brother as he passed without turning to me.
In my heart is very upset, 'that's a really pretentious person who wants me to just tonjok if I'm not a maba and he's not a senior committee at this campus!' my inner.
Anxious, angry, disappointed mixed in my heart. Not because of the punishment I received but his words made me feel like a worthless person before him.
'See later, if one day there is a chance, will I repay your actions to me brother, do not know who he is the real Mayang, ' my heart murmurs.
Curled my backpack, my hand grabbed a bottle of mineral water I brought from home, packed my trip, drank it to the end. This time the bottle was the target of my anger, I threw it and stepped it out of shape and threw it roughly into the trash. I imagined the man's face when I threw it earlier, slightly lessened my annoyance after what I did earlier.
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*Who is the identity of the man who became the MABA committee?
*And what about the original character from Mayang?
*All will be in next story 🙏👌👍😊
Insya'allah will be present in the next part, thanks 🙏😊