
"yes right Al, let your parents Nyi who deliver and invite the secretary hopefully he will listen to your speech Al..."
"why me sir...?"
"yes you have to explain what you saw first to the vice president later I help..."
"alright now I say I go home, Mr. Ma..."
"yes be careful on the road..."
"yes, sir, ma'am. assalamualaikum.."
I came home by pedaling my bike at a fairly fast speed because the day was overcast, I remember my clothes that were sunbaked if it rained again tomorrow I had to sun it back...
I got home and lifted my clothes and went to the bathroom and changed...
finished changing clothes I rushed to the house of Mr. RT on foot.I saw Mr. RT was sitting in front of his house, I approached him while saying greetings...
"assalamualaikum's chat.."
"waalaikumsalam,eh Alya what are you here for...?"
"this sir as usual handed over the money from the sale along with his box..."
"oh yes, I know....Mom, this is Alya. sit down Al here first..."
"yes sir..."
"eh Alya exhausted his merchandise again son...?"
"iya Bu Alhamdulillah out.this is the money and the box..."
"Alhamdulillah Al, how clever you sell it...."
"i'm not the smart one selling but it's a good mother's cake.then I say go home sir Ms .."
"kok hurry Al, just play here first..."
"can't Mr. Alya clean the house..."
"yes already then.oh yes did you have lunch Al.."
"ma'am already Alya had eaten.." said me because before I went home I was provided with food by Bu ayu.
I walk my feet back home when I get home I immediately clean the house from the inside to the yard...
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the next day I studied as usual I noticed every thing my teacher was clear about...
time goes by so fast it doesn't feel like the bell home has rung...
I got out of class and headed out to pick up a bike today I did not sell because Ms. RT suddenly got sick.when cool walking suddenly I was shocked by the call from the pack Imrons...
"Alya wait..."
"yes sir why..."
"did you forget about our plan today...?"
"jeez sir, I completely forgot to apologize..."
"it's okay, look at that car..."
"yes, what happened to that car..?"I saw a car that just entered the school parking lot
"it must be Nyimas' parents, they always come here just to look at this school or just sit in the school garden..."
I saw two middle-aged people coming out of the black car...
"then what now, sir..?"
"now we meet them first and invite them to talk in the canteen.tadi also you see Nyimas there..."
"alright come on sir..."
we approached them, Imron greeted them and greeted them as well as me...
"assalamualaikum mr. Dimas..."
"waalaikumsalam." replied those who had just got out of his car.
"how are you, sir..?"
"Thank God, Imron, what about you...?"
"Alhamdulillah my sir is also good..."
"who is this." asked Ms. Anis Mr. Dimas' wife who was none other than the mother of Nyimas.
"i'm Alya Auntie om." I introduced myself.
"beautiful.andai Nyimas still there maybe you will be able to make friends..."
"Nyimas will be my upperclassman Tan if Nyimas is still around." said I who made both Nyimas parents frown their eyebrows
"do you know Nyimas...?"
"emmm.." I'm confused to answer any good thing Imron Imron immediately invited them to speak in the canteen.
"yes sir let's talk in the cafeteria while ngeteh, later I explain...Al you take them to the cafeteria first, you want to call the principal first..."