LIFE (Han, Ian, Dina, Ute & Pras)
Ep. 2 - INTRODUCTION (Perspective of a HAN)
Hm. back to the beloved Kesatrian highest senior status, Wasana Praja. behind a semi-military routine. see junior rows again..
Remember first at the beginning of the formation (if the ospek time on another campus is only a week a maximum of a month, in this knight we feel diospek for 3 years)..
Seniority system that is often delayed (whether through anywhere đ¤). let alone for Praja who are large-bodied, the construction of physical violence has become daily food, it should be aimed at strengthening our body and mentality as well seh, well not "what doesn't kill u makes u stonger" huh? unfortunately every generation there is aja so "slumbar/victim" and must die because it is not strong (both physically and psychically), or indeed their contract in this world is up? I don't know.. Every year, there are moments we march along the way of the knight, to pay our last respects to the senior/departure colleague/junior who died. (translation: that does not make you die, makes you stronger)
In this final year, as Wasana Praja, we have several advantages, such as not having a senior who should be given military-style respect/ppm, no longer having to line up anywhere, he said, will not be corrected tidiness, can be a junior fad, can be free to oglehirik younger brothers manies (maybe there is a selection of beauty/concession to enter this school, because the feeling is not there a bad praja deh)..
Like the reddish-haired girl, she was too prominent among her black-and-white costumed friends who looked tired hauling their respective suitcases. In addition to her hair and posture that is relatively towering for the size of women in general, her aura and casual attitude are also interesting to note, such as not being able to calm her child. Not exactly my ideal partner.
But somehow, the more ogled the more attention he looks. classified as a brave woman because it still let her unique appearance stand out. Or he may not know the seniority system at this school, where seniors like ângerjainâ junior who âdare to be differentâ, because there is a first and foremost rule (article 1) is "Senior is never wrong" while the second rule is no less important "If the senior is wrong, then please see article 1", then it will definitely be a nice senior snack.
While carrying a handbag that is not too big (because all the equipment is still stored both in the closet and the study table in the barracks), I let myself look gallant entering the gate of the court.
3 Years grazed in this satrian, without being too forced, this body formed by itself, if the village people say "marbald" (solid-containing meaning), how not, if calculated every day an average push-up 2,000 times.excluding sit-ups, somersaults, bolsters etc., etc., binsik (physical coaching) other.
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âAish, the redhead did not even glance at me in the slightest, next to the young man who first looked at the statue.. Indeed the size of the statue is quite large, but it is a dashing senior like this through the eyes yes admired dikit can also be right?â this thought flashed.
âHrgm..â murmured as I approached a middle-aged man who was likely the head of the entourage (the father carried a thick map, possibly containing the data of prospective government with him).
"Good morning sir, how can I help you?" I am friendly even without a smile.
Eventually the redhead and his entourage also began to pay attention to my whereabouts.
"Daddy thank you de, where should we report ourselves?" replied that the father was no less friendly.
"Please sir, it's in PKD (in-red security officer) who is at the gate there, oh briefly there is Nindya Praja there, let me call to accompany you.." I said then while whistling calling out to a junior of mine, who was otherwise wrongly named Pras.
When Pras turned his head towards me, I called out: "Hey Nindya, here for a moment!"
"Ready ka.." he replied as he walked quickly closer, giving a ppm that I immediately replied briefly.
"Please between these fathers re-register the prospective government who is with him in the PKD post there.." then I allowed the view to the father and said: "Please sir, just follow this Praja.. and should these sisters be lined up so as not to look as chaotic as this, sir, you know this is semi-military education. Can I just tell you?" i said kalem.
"Oh thank you and please de.." replied the father as he rushed towards the PKD that I had pointed at.
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Put down the handbag beside the foot, I said later:
"Consider all.. Please leave your suitcases on that sidewalk and line up 3 sab. READY GRAK! Hey you're the narrow one, so commander of your troops, stand to the right of the troops!" I said to the young man who seemed to have a conversation with the red-haired man.
IAN is written on his sign. Hm a simple name.
With a wave but look amazed, they began to line up, the redhead is no exception. At first glance my lyrics signboard si-redhair, again looks 3 letters written there "UTE", simple again.. as simple as my signboard, "HAN". Maybe a name with 3 more letters is a trend?
"REST IN THE GRAK PLACE.. Attention to the brothers.. Welcome to ksatrian. During your stay here there will be some rules that you must obey, for more details will be explained later, but at a glance I inform you: No one moves at will let alone the arbitrary path here, you guys should line up neatly. The commander of the squad shall give due respect, or a short term ppm, to every senior, lecturer, trainer or nanny you meet.."
Accidentally my eyes and red-haired eyes met.. his eyes full of twinkle framed lashes thick and pliable (like artificial but still natural) and his smile more attractive with full lips was like asking for a kiss..
'Hgrm.' I murmured before continuing: "For now, you must wait in a row like this until there is further notice"
"Sorry ka' Han, can we go to the toilet?" a cry held my footsteps when I was about to turn my body.
"Please go to PKD, take turns and stay in line!" I replied realizing the red-haired one who said, while coming out of line and running agilely towards the PKD.
"Stop! You can walk orderly right deck?"
"Ok the others stay in line!" my orders were firm while stepping in the direction of the red-haired one.
Younger Praja was so early, still innocent and has not contaminated the cruelty of the semi-military education system. What is imagined is still fine.
Later after they enter Madya Praja, there will be another attitude. Even though they already have juniors, they still have 2 seniors on it. The desire to retaliate against juniors still has to be held as much as possible, in order not to get further reprimands from seniors.
Like for example Madya Praja the woman I saw walking down towards the outside of the court. He seemed to ignore the fanfare of the Young Praja line outside the gates of PKD.
"Where are you going and where are you de'?" my reprimand was straightforward after replying to his ppm.
"Ready, from the homestead will come out ka.." the answer is no less straightforward. I had to stop waiting for my next response.
I have a short lyric on her nameplate, it says DINA. Actually the face of this girl is quite sweet I noticed, although her skin is not too white, but her eyes are very sharp, looking in contrast to the dimples on both sides of her face that appear every time she speaks, or maybe every time he smiles.
'As Madya Praja, Dina should have lived in the same school as me for a year, but why did it feel like we had never met? If only her face had not been bent in such a way as to hinder the entire universe from knowing the contents of her mind and if only her gaze had been made a little more hospitable, perhaps Dina could have been the idol of my inner neh seniors for a moment.
"Yes, I know, de, where do you want to go?" I asked slowly, with a slight smile, began to provoke his hospitality.
"Ready, want to find your lunch" he replied impatiently and remained without a smile, as if affirming the disturbed feeling he felt with trivial questions that I presented and as much as possible looking for ways/reasons to immediately leave before me.
'Wow, rarely does this happen? Usually the female king as much as possible looking for a thousand and one reasons to be able to just exchange anything let alone chat with me.'my mind back to laugh.
Our eyes had looked at a split second, but Dina looked down again, maybe looking for an excuse or processing the next sentence to immediately move from before me. For some reason, my ego mania is tangled with its indifferent attitude.
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"Oh, ka'Han is waiting for me huh?" suddenly the red-haired chatter broke the silence that had been created between us.
Dina briefly glanced at the redhead, glanced for a moment and turned back towards me while saying: "If you'll excuse me!" then he did the ppm and passed without any hesitation.
Had observed the two for a moment, but my attention was immediately distracted and focused back on the red-hair.
"Geer.. Don't get too familiar calling me ka'Han huh! That junior has no right to reprimand seniors. If asked, you can answer 'ready ka' or 'ready don't you' understand?" I said in a sniffle tone.
"Ready ka." answered straightforwardly, his gaze flirting with a perfunctory attitude of respect and a dikulum smile.
'Damn, his smile is getting noticed the sweeter it is, make this hand itch grabbed his slender body and puffed the lips forcibly, let's know the taste.'
What power yes, many eyes are also watching us from a distance, the image of self (as a firm senior) that has been awakened must be maintained and while holding back the dongkol (due to the desire that does not reach), out the sentence: "Hrgm.. I just want to warn you, don't put yourself out too much, you'll suffer, keep it!" I said firmly while stepping foot towards the guesthouse..
'Hm need rest neh body like. aga bemek also from Soeta was continued to ride Damri bus to this place.' my mind.
After 4 steps, I turned this body around and saw the red-haired man running again to his row cheerfully.
'Hrgm.I bet in my heart, in 1 month's time, surely his cheerful self-preservation will begin to fade, replaced by a look full of fear that asks to be pitied. Maybe it will even be like Madya Praja named Dina earlier.'
'Hm.. why did the two girls stick closely in this mind huh? 2 Girls who are as different as the sun and the moon, but both leave a deep impression and attract attention.'my mind again wondered.
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Towards his religion Han still shriveled with his thoughts.. His life will be even more interesting in this manglayang valley..
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