Dusk Belibis
GITA MARSEL AND GRACEFUL

After school Abhimanyu continued his new activities infiltrate Gita's room. Abhimanyu was still curious about everything that had happened in the past life of a woman he loved so much. There is a sumringah knot in his expression. 'So sagittarius is not my real aunt.'

Dear diary,

I inscribed an inscription in my remaining racial experience so that later if I did not exist, this would be the most beautiful memory for those who read it.

This is the end of the story of my love that has been burned by betrayal.

GITA MARSEL AND GRACEFUL

This morning I was very happy to walk down the still quiet school corridor.

It was my first day in junior high school. I've been used to leaving early in the morning, a parent's job that requires me to always be disciplined in time.

A boy was already sitting in the corner of the classroom, he was smiling very sweetly.

“Hai..” give him a handkerchief

“Whose name?”

Those brown eyes were staring at me not blinking, 'wooooow' his eyes were beautiful. “kamu Indo, huh? your eyes are brown like Silverqueen, uuuuuiih you are Kawai... Kawai...Kawai...” (cute in Japanese)

That's my figure Sagittarius, born in December, Cheers do not like to be angry and loyal friends.

The first day of entering to become a student in Yogyakarta State Junior High, it was my first meeting with a Marsel.

Silverqueen's eyes, I think he's too big for a kid of Junior High.

“introduction, lah, we are one class." I extended my hand, without hesitation.

“Gita..”.

“Marsel... Thank you for being my friend,” he said.

Marsel stood up and walked away, smiling very handsomely, "i'll pull out first, yeah,"

A boy my age spoke to him in front of the classroom door, they looked familiar.

Oh, apparently Marsel only delivers his nephew. Ah, I'm ashamed of myself.

“Hai...” I waved my hand at both of them they just smiled to welcome my greeting.

Marsel Anda Maulana, the second child of a doctor in my hometown, is in the 2nd grade high school majoring in IPA.

“Hai...” my greeting to the boy sitting on the back bench.

“I'm Gita, you?”

“I'm Jack,” we shake hands and instantly familiar.

The children began to fill the room. Our classroom box contains twenty seven male and thirteen female students.

"Look forward one-to-one introduce yourself."

“Morning buuuuk..” again I am the most crowded.

Eeeeeeeeeeh, a happy Junior High.

“Who will be the class leader here?”Ask Nandy's buk after he's done with introductions.

“Tu, mom!” I shouted to Jack. Then we laughed together, because my classmates appointed me to be the class president.

The atmosphere of the class became boisterous by us who pointed at each other.

The introductory session was over, the break came and we raided the Canteen.

“Eh, Gita. Treaty yes?”

“Ih, don't want, gelay..”.

“ ha ha ha..”

Dor's! Jack caught me with my girlfriend.

“There's greetings from Marsel,”

“Waalaikumsallam..”

“Who is Marsel?” gigi, my boyfriend teases.

I just turned my thin lips towards my teeth as if angry.

“Halah, Lo's face can't be angry,”

Jack just ran away without caring about me being directly bullied by friends.

“He's older brother Jack, we met when we first entered, handsome lhoooo.”

“Masak seeeh..” I nod my head in the spirit of chiming in the curiosity of my new friends.

It was a bright afternoon and my best friend came to me.

“Gita we jjs yuuuuk,?” her long, thin arms immediately grabbed my shoulders to the end, pulling me forcefully into her Inova silver car.

We also approached a crowded supermarket, not to shop just to have fun and hang out.

This is the first time I've seen the vastness of the real world without parents.