It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 46: The Same Purpose

While stretching and squirming towards the paper form extracurricular activities writing, I walked down the row of classrooms 11-A to class 11-D on the second floor. Along the way, I wonder if my decision to participate in extracurricular activities writing this is true, or will make me feel comfortable later.

By the way, Broccoli High School is quite spacious for an ordinary High School. I do not know for sure, how extensive the specifics are, but clearly, in this school there are many buildings whether it is classrooms, teacher offices, extracurricular rooms and others. Broad anyway.

Next to my classroom building, there is a basketball court with a standard outdoor basketball court size. Next to it is another building divided into several rooms, namely BK room, Art Room, music room, science practice room and athletic extracurricular equipment storage room.

To the south, there is a school library that I used to visit. Next to the north of the library, there is a large football field. Adjacent to a row of 12th-grade building buildings. Quite a time yes, I explained it.

I walked down the stairs and arrived at the spacious school hall. Finished thinking about the decision I took, I put the form paper that I hold onto the OSIS pants and focus on the step.

In the school hall, students who do not participate in extracurricular activities on passing to the school gate to get out and go home. Some of them also choose to stay there, either waiting for an invitation to go home or just want to talk there again.

Wall Magazine Board or Mading that is attached to the wall of the school hall looks again at some interested students. One or two people also have nyamperin, read the mading.

Wiggling those who like to read mading, I am interested in follow-up reading, I also stepped there to see what was loaded in the mading this week, like something interesting.

With the children in front of the mading, I squirm school mading in the hall.

Various kinds of news information that is around the school or the city of Pepper, loaded on this mading. There are also works by students such as short stories, stars, simple comics, posters and school announcements. There are also advertisements for student products here. Advertisements show entertainment events in the city also exist, already like public mading, all there is.

Of all, what caught my attention the most were short stories and comics. I read one title until it was finished. The short story is called "Gold and Silver." His work Nat, 11-C class, head of an extracurricular group wrote, aka, the guy I just met yesterday afternoon.

Nat's story is quite good, the writing style is also cool to read, making it unable to stop. Cool, they pantes become the head of the exkul.

Next comic. For the comic, it is ordinary. You see that there are only comic strips, once you also understand the context, already understand what is being said.

There is one thing that makes me interested in the comic, namely the picture of the character. The character forms a very anime style. There are two characters of girls and boys again chatting about UKS school as a place of healing, well the shape of the character is really cool. I'm like a real comic.

At first I thought it was Adit's work, but like it wasn't, I knew Adit's drawing style, and this comic strip I'm sure wasn't him drawing.

I took the phone from my pocket, took the photo and sent it to Adit via WhatsApps with the caption "Keren, dit,". Trus I enter the hape to the dalem bag again.

Finished writhing the school wall magazine, I continued on my way. The goal is the teacher's office to give the task of punishment, the abis continued to the extracurricular writing room.

Semalem, I've been chattingan Nat discuss about the location of the extracurricular space write, we meet there because I want to give up the form. Nat says that extracurricular writing has no place of its own because its members are only three people and are forced to occupy gamelan extracurricular space as a temporary headquarters until extracurricular groups write their members, added, ten people said. A little sad, anyway.

Okay, that way, I have to go to the extracurricular gamelan room. I know the place, I've been there with Adit to watch Adit gamelan training theme, located at the very end of the row of classrooms 12, the building is separated from the classrooms, the building is, right on the corner of the football field. Pretty far from where I am now, kind of mager it feels.

I walked straight down the row of BK rooms and music rooms, then turned left to get to the teacher's office.

As soon as I got to the front door of the office, I stood still while staring at the closed door. I am confused how to do, surely in the world there are still some teachers who are still busy. I don't have enough courage to enter or just knock on the door.

I was quiet for a while. Confused to do. For sure if I get into the court I will be seen by many teachers, continue to wonder this and that. Pretty nervous if it happens. I gulped a few times to prepare myself, but I wasn't ready at all.

Someone called me from the left. I know that voice.

I step to the left, facing the source of the sound. I look at the person who calls me. As expected, she was Jane.

"Well, why are you standing here?" I asked when I was on my deck.

"Why yourself?" I'm just back.

"Gue wants to get into the dalem."

"There's business in the teacher's office?"

Jane nodded, "Yes, I want to give my essay to Mr. Mursit. Yesterday I did not know PR in English."

I'm speechless.

At first I thought Jane's affair was the same teacher in Dalem is an extraordinary thing that may be related to achievement. Maybe he won a music race or something.

You see from the appearance, although tomboy, Jane looks charismatic and pinter. I was broken by my own expectations, it turns out our goal to the same teacher's office, mengumpulin essay punishment for not doing PR.

I just found out that even though we are in different classes, our Indonesian teacher is the same, Mr. Mursit.

I think he just taught in class 11-A until 11-C turned out he taught in class besides that too anyway.

"How was Lo?" Jane asked.

"Sama, I also want to menggumpulin task punishment essay because this morning I do not know PR in Indonesian. Essay lo's material must be about guerrilla warfare huh?"

Jane nodded, continuing to say, "Pak mursit is teaching in the clear lo too huh?"

Jane looked excited.

I nodded.

Our goal is the same, I males into the master's court. I and Jane are also quite familiar with the tragedy of being locked in the school warehouse together. I thought of something.

Without a second thought, I said to him, "Jane, we're both going to go into the room and give our essays to Mr. Mursit…"

"Yes, continues?" Jane looks a little confused.

"Gue can't nitip? I'm kind of shy about getting into the dalem." I said.

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