It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 45: I Have an Exclusive Activity

Sunlight in the afternoon penetrated the window of the classroom 11-A, which was my class. It was half three in the afternoon and the school lesson was over about half an hour ago. The atmosphere in class 11-A was quite quiet because some of the residents had already left the class to go home or get ready to participate in extracurricular activities.

When all the students who want to come out already on all out, there is me and Adit, and three girls who are busy huddling on the front bench. Me and Adit, chatting at the table in the back row, in the corner. It's been about fifteen minutes I and Adit have a casual chat like gini.

"Yes, even though I've tried to draw as well as I can, the other picture seems better." Said Adit.

Adit who sat in front of me, across the table, seemed to cross his arms while thinking something.

Holding his chin and squirming out the window, he said, "What is the edge of the character less sluggish yes, so that the image I made less sluggish, eating just dapet score that much?"

So, we from earlier talked about the image of Adit that he applied semalem for the requirements of the race. It turns out there is also a rating system made the same website, and unfortunately Adit dapet a little value of the assessment given by the same website visitors or readers. He scored 4.5 out of 10. If from the order of participants who have already registered the race, Adit's work is temporarily in the position of 18 out of 20 participants who have already registered, quite sad.

From now on, Adit has been mengedumel the matter continues, like he panicked, afraid not to escape to the next level. Even though we are very confident that the results will be good, but it turns out not in accordance with expectations.

I could only comment a little about it and was relaxed. It's not because I don't care about it, yeah, but I myself this second, right now confused, too, because again ngerjain punishment from Indonesian teacher because I did not know PR this morning, damn it.

My hand from earlier was busy scraping ink from the snowman brand pen that I use. Word for word I write it in writing because it is innate males really ngerjain.

I was told to write essays about guerrilla warfare carried out by the prince diponegoro during the Dutch war. Feel the task of PPKN, I swear, but this is the task of Indonesian. Therefore, it may not be the material that is judged the same teacher, but the sentences I wrote, it is in accordance EYD and KBBI what is not. Maybe it is.

While I was busy writing quickly, Adit was still talking about that topic. He kept thinking about what was wrong with his work. You could say, he was overthinking.

"There are still twenty participants, don't be pessimistic first.." I said while busy doing the punishment. "There are still a lot of participants who have not sent pictures, right? The registration deadline is also up to two weeks, right?" Continue me.

"Yes, anyway. I'm not pessimistic, huh, yan?"

"Continue?" I said while continuing to do my job.

"Cuman is not so pede aja will get a good score, because this is the first time the picture of my work is seen and judged by many people." Answer Adit.

Makes sense. It's natural that he overthinking it, because this is the first time Adit participated in a competition to draw comics kayak gini. But I'm sure that Adit's ranking will rise after there are people who list the race and there are more website visitors who give score. Adit's images aren't so bad.

"Hemm, that's it, yeah." I said, busy with work.

"By the way, tumben lo don't do the job?" Ask Adit.

He suddenly changed the topic.

"Gue really did, just missed." I sighed after saying that.

"So what you said to Mr. Mursid was real, huh?" 

My hand stopped writing and squirmed towards Adit with a flat look.

"Yes, I think this morning you said it to Mr. Mursid just alesan aja to find it safe hehe.." Adit scratched his head.

"Pr I'm really missing, man." I said.

I answered while continuing to understand.

"Tumben, you'll forget about taking PR, it's rare."

What Adit says really, I usually orderly with anything in school, including PR, I always orderly. Not like Adit who often ngerjain PR in school by way of mengejiplakan temen work.

I orderly school is not because I'm a student at pinter or anything, just I don't want to bother his life. If you play at school it is complicated to be plagiarized with others and insist on one table sometimes, because the book is traced only one, which plagiarized the game. And if I don't even ngerjain will be more bothered like what I'm feeling now. So annoying.

"Lho, is it over?" Adit said when I squirm I stop writing and slip the worksheet.

"Super spit, yan."

"Yep, there's not half an hour." I answered with pride.

I stretch the muscles of the arms and spine, some parts there are sounds when I stretch them.

Relieved. It's finish.

"Lo nulis essay what a big cepet." Adit asked astonishment.

I looked at Adit's folded face in his eel for a moment, then put my essay to the pocket of OSIS, and then replied, "I'm glad that he already has one."

The face of Adit staring at me changed instantly into a unclean look.

"I swear, that's a hell of a cringe." Said Adit in a flat tone.

"Jude there, go home first. There's no exculpation, are you?"

"Tumben, yan, you tell me to go home first. Go home together, I wait for you to put your duties in the teacher's office, I cementin, then we go home together."

Adit's words that go into my ears sound like an om-om homo offer that meets the victim.

"Gue there's exculpatory activity." I said.

I stood up after saying that. Wearing a backpack to prepare for the teacher room, transfer punishment duties to the office of Mr. Mursid, Indonesian teacher.

Adit seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Gu-guee isn't wrong, is it?" Adit said it was like a man with a severe cold.

"What?" Ask me.

"Are you really participating in exculpatory activities?" Ask Adit.

Adit squirms me as if wailing a ghost in broad daylight.

"Yes, why?"

"It's okay, yan. But it's weird." 

It's only natural that Adit feels something strange about me just because I participate in extracurricular activities at school. We're from the 10th grade, so he knows enough about me. As far as I know, I have never participated in any extracurricular activities at all. I have also said that I am very anti-extracurricular.

Because I am a movement males, sports males and dryness males, as well as noisy crowds. While extracurricular activities include everything, rame yes, tired of movement yes, dryness yes, noisy as well. So, males is just that.

But this time I am different, I am a different figure from a year ago, I now want to participate in fun extracurricular activities.

"Emang, you want to participate in what extracurricular activities?" Ask Adit.

As soon as asked, I immediately gave an entry form for extracurricular activities to him.

Putting on a strange facial expression and staring at the form paper from me, he said, "Their excursion is in our school, huh?"

"There's." Answer me briefly.

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