It's Not Sleep That Makes Me Dream, But You
Chapter 64: School Activities: Running a Marathon

Under the healthy morning sun, almost all 10th and 11th graders were running leisurely by the main highway. Dressed in sweat-soaked school sports uniforms, they ran while enjoying the scenery around and chatting with each other.

Today the school is holding a small sporting event to fill the free time. Incidentally, many teachers today cannot teach in classes because there are large-scale meetings in schools.

Instead, the headmaster decided to hold a marathon event, which was followed by 10th and 11th grade. As for the 12th grade, they were still busy with exam practice (try out), so they were not included in the event.

The announcement of this small sporting event was made yesterday afternoon. After the teaching and learning activities are completed, one of the members of 0SIS conveyed the announcement through a tool that is commonly used to convey important information in schools.

"announcement. Announcements. In telling all 10th and 11th grade students, tomorrow there will be a teacher meeting and most of them may not be able to attend classes to teach, therefore, instead, the school will hold small-time sports activities. The school will hold a marathon running event around the area around the school. It is expected that students who are not unfortunate or are not sick are obliged to participate because it will affect the value of your task force. Don't forget to bring your sports uniform!! So"

That's about how he announced it.

There are about more students who follow this marathon, they form a messy row on the side of the highway.

Groups of boys lined up at the very front, while the female ones lined up at the back. The row order is also determined according to the class and alphabetical letters of the class. Starting from front to back, the rows are sequential from class 10-A to class 11E.

Of the hundreds of students who ran among them must have followed him with a heavy heart, lazy because they did not like sports, but there were also those who ran with a fiery spirit.

While all the students were running casually with almost the same rhythm of footsteps, I was walking because I felt quite exhausted.

Among the hordes of other students, I look different. Everyone who runs the marathon today wears a green school sports uniform, but not with me, today the gur instead wears a black shirt that I usually wear at home, I combined it with plain white soccer pants Nike brand. My mother forgot to wash my school gym uniform, so I had to wear regular clothes.

Because I do not follow the rules, I get punished by pushing up twenty times before the marathon event starts.

I walked slowly followed by the participants behind him. Not so concerned with it, after all this is not a race to find winners, this is just a regular sports activity held by the school to fill the empty time on an ordinary day, as long as there are no supervisors around, I will continue to walk leisurely until I arrive at the finish line.

The highway to the right of the line of students who were running looked crowded by passing vehicles, while on the left they lined the shops and houses of the people who lived around it.

Some people who were relaxing on the terrace sometimes greet the students passing in front of them, some also took the time to ask about the marathon.

"What event is there? How about a great sports race?" Ask someone who is sweeping in his yard.

"There's no show..."

"Just run a marathon, the teacher's in a meeting"

Answer the two students in turn.

Some residents who live on the side of the highway there are enthusiastic watching the ranks of hundreds of Broccoli High School students who are running marathons, some are ordinary.

Those who are enthusiastic, some record with a mobile phone to be a status in WhatApps or in other social media posts, which is clear, clear, seeing hundreds of high school students who are running is one of the things that interest them.

You could say, this marathon running activity is almost like an independence day parade, but all participants only wear school sports uniform costumes.

Looking ahead, my eyes could clearly capture a paved ramp about a hundred meters from where I was walking. Just saw it made me tired, I regret this morning leaving school. 

In fact, when I was at home I pretended to be sick so I could skip school, but I already knew that I wouldn't believe it. So, even if I pretend to be sick, it will be in vain because it will be immediately discovered, ultimately he will definitely be told to go to school.

I feel pain in the ankle, the muscles are also cramping because I was lazy to warm up before starting to run. Even though the school had a warm-up together in the field, but I instead went to the cafeteria and immediately joined his class line when the line ran through the school gate.

My steps were getting slower as I climbed the ramp I had seen from far away.

Soon a girl passed me while running, then followed up with a bunch of other girls. I was confused when passed by a group of girls in a row.

Because it was too relaxed when walking, I finally missed the ranks of the group of boys, I am even now in the ranks of girls in class 11-A.

"Riyan, run! You've missed the line of boys!" Said a girl wearing a hijab, she while running with spirit.

"I can't run, my legs are cramping, I forgot not to warm up." Answer me.

"Oh, jude. You're in the line of Iho girls, you're your own guy" said the hijab girl again.

"..." I was silent to hear that word.

I started to feel like I was in a pretty embarrassing situation.

Suddenly Flowers came into the conversation I and the hijab girl.

"Sukurin, the other on the warm-up, you even eat in the canteen. Kram kan lo be, sukurin" said Bunga who is currently running behind me.

"Whispering." My word

I was able to breathe a bit relieved after arriving at the top of the paved ramp ramp. The flower sped up a little, and walked with me.

The flower seems very sweaty, when compared with other marathon running participants, maybe he is the most sweaty and the most exhausted. The flower placed an arm next to its right on one of my shoulders.

"Hufft...Huff... Tired!" Tired Flowers.

I looked at my new friend with a flat expression. Flower forehead drenched in sweat looks shiny when exposed to sunlight, a few strands of hair stuck on his wet forehead.

"Lo why is it so much? Just started too." Ask me

The flower did not reply, it was still panting trying to catch its breath. After his breathing stabilized again, he just replied "Gue ran too fast." he stopped talking to catch his breath again. "Gue again raced the same Lidya, who lost had to treat in the cafeteria, I'm the same Lidya had run fast from the front of the school gate. I was here, he didn't seem to. He must be pat, and I'm the winner."

I was surprised by Bunga, he could even race when the sun was hot like this. The air is also very hot, it will certainly be very torturous if you have to run as hard as you can.

Running is quite tiring, let alone running fast.

"My throat is so dry!! Want to drink, where the stalls are still far away." Flowers grumbled at me while holding his throat.

"Sukurin, people on a leisurely run, you even run, sukurin." I said, as if I was replying to the ridicule of the Flower earlier.

Flowers fell silent, realizing his folly.

"Let's look around lo, which is a lot of just lo doang," I looked around.

Now it's my turn to be quiet.

"well, there's no shame, that guy should be in the front row." Continue Flowers.

I then pinned the Flower's head slowly once and Bunga replied by pinning my head, but he did it twice.

Then we both continued arguing and ridiculing each other while walking down the ramp.

After going down the road, I felt very relieved. However, the thing that for me was very troublesome has been successfully passed.

Flowers seemed to run slowly ahead of me, but he stopped because he ran out of energy.he re-embraced me when he arrived nearby

"My grandfather, not a strong run, again, my Nyesel racing run with Lidya" Sesal Bunga.

Moments later, there was the sound of bicycle tires rubbing against the asphalt. His voice was more clear, then followed by the sound of a bicycle chain from the left of the row.

"Darling!?" Said someone from the left of the line.

Bunga and I, as well as some of the students who were around, immediately turned to the source of the voice out of curiosity about the figure of the owner of the voice.

When turning to the source of the sound of the flower immediately smiled sumringah, it turned out that the person was Rehan, the girlfriend of Flowers who was currently seen in OSIS uniform and riding a mountain bike in style.

"Eh, it turns out you.." said Flowers shyly.

Looking at the slightly romantic scene, making some of the marathon participants in the nearby row feel envious, the rest compactly said "Ciieee-.. “Almost simultaneously.

It makes the flower more embarrassed, his cheeks seem red. The atmosphere around was quite boisterous for a while.

"Mampus, you're ashamed now hehe.." Whisper me to the Flower, satisfied.

"What the hell..."

Rehan pedaled his mountain bike slowly, adjusting the tempo of Flowers and me. Seen a small notebook in the pocket of his OSIS shirt, maybe the booklet contains a record of the name of the person who cheated in this race and his class.

"You don't try out what? How come it's suddenly here?" Ask Flowers to Rehan.

"My schedule's tomorrow..." Rehan spoke while paddling his bike plan "I should be on holiday today anyway, but since there is a marathon event, I only go in to help other OSIS members, rather than bosen at home, he said, ain't you?"

"Oh, that's it" Sweet smiling flower

"By the way, Riyan, why are you in the girls' row." Rehan asked me with a confused face.

I was silent after hearing the question from Agung.

But the flower answered. “He's a real girl, just the look outside aja guy. If you see him peeing, he'll know Riyan's true identity, he'll pee squat."

Flower jokes on me and Rehan, made some students around laugh.

"Damn lo." Say me while landing a teak at the top of the Flower's head.

Rehan is a senior at OSIS, he used to serve as the chairman of OSIS, but because he was getting busy with race activities and national exam, he was still busy, he was forced to resign to focus more on academic matters at school, after all he will graduate soon, so it is time to stop being the chairman of OSIS.

"Do you want me to go boncengin?" Rehan suddenly offers a ride to Bunga.

"Not a papa?" Ask Flowers.

"No papa, you're sitting in front here" Rehan said, holding the top tube (the top of the frame, right in front of the sedel) of his bicycle.

"Jude, by chance, I'm tired again" said the flower to Rehan.

Before leaving with her boyfriend, Bunga told me. If I meet Lidya, I have to tell Lidya that Bunga runs very fast to the front row.

Bunga promised to halve the results of the Lidya tract if I obey the words of Bunga. I also agree.

After ordering, Bunga then lifted his hand from my shoulder and walked towards his girlfriend. Rehan stopped pedaling his bike, preparing to give Flowers a ride.

After Bunga climbed on top of the tube of Rehan's bike, the two made preparations before the bike began to move.

"Is he ready?" Rehan.

The flowers just nodded and Riyan started pedaling. The speed of Flowers and Rehan on a bicycle was accompanied by the cry "Cieee~" from the rows of students they passed

Shortly after Bunga and Rehan left, Lidya who became a running rival Bunga finally reached the ranks of the 11-A class group of girls, where I walked among them.

Because I look different and more striking than the other students, then people will recognize it faster. Likewise with Lidya, when he saw a boy wearing a black t-shirt, he immediately knew that it was me.

"Heh, Riyan, you're in the girls' row anyway?" Ask Lidya after patting my shoulder.

"Gue was too relaxed the way, eh even missed the line of guys. Want to chase again, males"

"Cupu lo" said Lidya after hearing my reply "Blook Flower, by the way?" Lidya continued to ask while looking around, looking for her rival.

"She ran so fast earlier, I think it was school again." I spoke as ordered by Bunga, he lied.

"It's impossible, if he had arrived at school again, the distance is not very far, masa' he could run that fast anyway?" Lidya felt rivaled by Flowers.

I moved his shoulders up a little.

"Thanks yes!" After saying that, Lidya then ran hard, with all her might through the line in front of him, hoping to catch up with Bunga. It seems, Lidya really believes my words.

Seriate...