It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 47: The Pale Face Girl

The members of the extracurricular athletic group were eager to warm up by running around the school. As I walk in the park, the line they look again run through the edge of the park. "Spirit! The spirit! The spirit!" That's about their voice. In my opinion, they should make yel-yel aja, deh, let more excited.

Continue to walk down the path in deket perpus, around me there are students passing by, some are running cheerfully, eager to go home. I walk casually in the opposite direction to the students who want to go home.

Forward a few steps, my feet slowly descended from the floor, through a small staircase. I was on the path to the corner of the school. Now I walk on the edge of the football field, passing diagonally shaped cement lines, I forget what I'm walking on.

I met with students from the extracurricular group of volleyballs who again collected on the edge of the path I went through. The girls some on the huddle while sanding on the perpus wall. While the guy on the spirit of training in the field. I guess all the members are not on the dateng.

"Excuse me." I said as the road passed them.

"Oh, yes please." Answer some of them.

I was kind of excited to go through them and feel relieved, deh, it's late.

Wiggling around with a smile, I admire the spirit of the students here in terms of participating in extracurricular activities. I almost never squirm the atmosphere of the school fit again on the extracurricular ria. I felt like I was also excited, as if the energy from them all I absorbed. I continued to focus on the journey after admiring the surroundings. Just a little nyampe.

Oh, yes, about my essay assignment paper earlier, luckily Jane wants me to leave it to Mr. Mursit. It's nothing, yes, I'm just nervous and nervous. Besides that, I was also worried late to the extracurricular writing room.

There's no trouble for me to nitipin my essay paper to Jane. I thought at first he would refuse, it was easy and with great pleasure he wanted me to take it.

If you look at the real Jane is a good person, anyway, just for people who first met or just knew, he looks like judes, his face is not friendly or difficult to decrypt. But if you already know, there will be different judgments.

I continued to walk casually towards the goal.I have now arrived in front of the 12th class row, the atmosphere is quiet. I am sure not stray because I have been to the gamelan extracurricular space before. But, when I looked straight ahead, precisely in the direction of the separate building of the 12th class row, or rather the gamelan extracurricular room, in front of the entrance of the room, was, there's another girl standing.

I walked closer towards him while wondering the chief. Who her?

As soon as I got to the door of the gamelan extracurricular room, and automatically also on the decket the girl, I fell silent while staring at the wooden door, the door of the room.

I stole a glance at the long-haired and pony-haired girl. If I pay attention, his skin is a little pale white. He was almost the same height as me. Right now he is busy with his hape.

"Hi!"

I tried to say hello but he did not give a response at all, still focused on his hape.

"Hi! why are you standing here?" I asked about the first thing that came into my head. But, he still kept the diem while fiddling with the hape. I think he deliberately nyuekin me, deh.

I stayed for a while, stared at the door and then looked at the cute girl beside me. 

I then grabbed the doorknob. He pointed it down to open the door but it was locked. And I kept trying a few times, making a noise.

"The door's in the lock."

The little girl acted, telling me the door was locked. 

When I squirm towards him, the girl again took off the earphones that stick in his ears, which from earlier covered with thick straight hair.

At that time I also knew why he was from my nyuekin. Turns out he's wearing earphones that cover his hair.

"Lo new members who want to join extracurricular writing, huh?" Ask the cute girl.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Si Nat story if today there will be a guy who wants to join our exkul. And that's for sure you."

"Hehe."

I can only answer that because I do not know what to say, because what he said to me actually all.

I reached out and introduced myself. "Gue Riyan, from class 11-A. Hello to you."

The young lady did not welcome a handshake from me. It's pretty tasty.

"Gue Evi, salken. I'm an exkul member to write as well" he answered briefly.

The salken? unique also its name, I rarely meet there are Indonesians with salken surnames.

"Evi salken??" I asked again to make sure.

The pale girl looked at me with a horrible flat look. 

"My name is Evi, the salken means greetings!" Obviously the face of the shoot aka Evi with a fairly high tone.

Evi immediately stuffed his two ears using earphones again. I think he's a bit like me because I ngira salken is his last name, it turns out that salken is short for greetings.

The atmosphere became quiet and we stood next to each other. Evi is busy, so am I.

I ngabarin Nat through WA if I was already in front of the gamelan extracurricular room with someone named Evi. He told me to wait here because he won't be here long. Him 

suggested me to acquaintance Evi, which I have been doing and I think it was not a good introduction.

Nat was busy in his class, he was doing group work, that's what he told me. The key to his excursion room was the one that brought him, so me and Evi couldn't get into the dalem.

My eyes were directed slowly to look at Evi who was on my right.

Don't know what to do. I already had a strange first impression for Evi the face of the shoot. Will we be able to get along with each other? I'm not so sure, anyway.

Yesterday fit in the music room Nat said that extracurricular writing only has three members including himself. So it's Nat, the glasses guy that I forgot his name and one Evi. If I officially join, I will be the fourth member.

Hopefully I feel at home in this extracurricular group, and maybe I can improve my writing skills with them. Ngeliat short story that Nat wrote in the mading earlier, anyway, like the other two people also have good writing skills. I have to learn from them, let me not be an obstacle for Adit in making our comic later.

I and Adit will be comic writers whose work is serialized in Aneka Komik magazine. Yeah, we can do it.

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