Mistakes & Selfishness Behind Happiness
Chapter 1

Introductions 

My name is Gusti Ayu Purnama Sari, I used to be called Ayu. The son of Mother Asri and Mr. Kelik. I was born in a simple family, in a village on Java Island far from the Capital.

I have a face that is not too beautiful, but quite sweet said people - people(cie delah rich candy only 😁😁 ) posture that is not too high is also not too short. Oval face with her cuby cheeks which she said made a gemes. 😜 Pug nose, long waist black hair, wavy. Mature sapodilla skin (black sweet 😁) typical country boy.

This is my story, I started from Middle School, I first knew him.

My morning began with the cry of the mother😁 who woke me up with the yell of his mainstay, (usually I was difficult to wake up because hehehe). Still loyal to the pillow bolsters, the warmth of the blanket that makes me comfortable, makes me reluctant to move from the most comfortable position.

" Nduk let's get up!!" shouting mother.

" in 5 minutes, you're still drowsy,"

" Ibuk no longer sells time, so there is no bargaining event. Wake up, hunt for the day!! Do I need to flush with water? "

" Yes, it's buk, it's awake."

" It's amazing that girls are not diligent - diligent. Pray first, continue to help you make breakfast! " nagging ibuk.

" Yes, yes" I replied.

I immediately woke up with a lazy step, as well as with my lion hair, random - a typical style scramble wake up me (no beauty - beautiful 😁).

I took the ablution water, the cold water that touched my skin, immediately awakened me from the drowsiness that still enveloped me.

Soon I put up my worship, and then I helped my mother make breakfast. My habit is breakfast first new bathe😁. After I finished the bath I was ready - ready to go to school.

Wearing a uniform with a white top, a long blue skirt, I really liked it, well I did not expect that now I was in junior high school.

When I was focusing on wearing my hijab, apparently Yani's mom had come.

" Ashalamualaikum, Ayu, "yani's voice called me to my room.

Ma'am Yani is my brother son of Bude, as well as my best friend. We're the same age, I'm only a few months apart from Yani's mom. Yes, I used to call him Yan. We are one first class school also😁. My routine every time I go to school is always with her.

Our stature is the same, the same short, the same body contains, often we are mistaken for twins. The difference is in the color of our skin, even though the child from the village, Mbak Yani has white skin. Unlike me who has dark skin.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, wait a minute Yan, Ayu is still ready in the room," said the mother who happened to turn up on the porch.

" Yes a bulek."

" Ayu cepetan this has been awaited Yani, from now on kok not finished, do not need to dance and this does not want school to meet." The voice of the mother who shouted from outside.

" Yes buk, this is it, just I want to say goodbye to you first." I answered while walking quickly to find the whereabouts of the father who was again sitting relaxed while coffee in the kitchen.

After kissing hands and saying goodbye to my mother, I went to school to walk casually while chatting this ono with my mother Yani.

Well in the village where I live, rarely do children go to school in vehicles. Most if the house is far away they use a bicycle. We prefer to go on a race-rame walk together with other friends, it's more cool in my opinion.

There I was waiting for my two best friends, Okta and Aisha. Even though we're new, we're close because of one class. But we are BFF (best friend forever )banget. It feels brother, because we are already that familiar, and the care between each other is extraordinary.

" Hey plen new dateng lo?" okta sapa.

" Yes, the road is jammed red light old Hehehe, I'm Ayu mbak not 'lo'. I usually don't have to use slang mbak, so it's weird to hear." I answered while grinning the horse.

" Let Yu be present, hehehe." Answer mbak Okta.

" Ihh can just nih njelesnya the Camplon, where there is a red light, there is only Police sleep, which although in the stamp - stamp did not wake up - wake up, hehehe. Tell me you woke up bad luck, right? must be a beautiful dream - beautiful yes or again overtime phone with your guy ?" chirps the Aisyah.

" Yes a dream to meet mas - mas handsome, so do not want to wake up! anyways whose guy? you know myself I've never been close to a guy right, close to him is just the same as you guys." Jutek.

" No luck Syah.was she made her long time, rich mother - mother want condangan. And no matter what he was dancing, nothing changed on his face. It's the same face." Yani said as she walked into the classroom.

" Ye the Shoot, if you like that, who dandy, powder just don't have. Besides, if you ask me to turn into who ?" I replied with a frown and tailed behind as I walked to class.

" Yes can be beautiful, rich Nana Mirdad" replied Yani.

" Let me wait a little while, yeah even he's a lot of him, hehehe." I said, which makes us laugh together.

And after sitting in the chair there beloved, tett, tet, tet, tet, tet, the entrance bell rang, and the hours of the lesson began.

When it comes to difficult matters, I hope the break bell rings soon. What else if the math lesson, I'm most anxious if I've dealt with formulas, calculate counting, what else if the question of division. I want to run home and fall in bed, hehehe.

Two hours have made my brain dizzy the Math. The break bell rang, and my friends and I went to the cafeteria, bought food, and found a comfortable seat to chat.

" Huhh, my head is dizzy" I said.

" Why Yu?" Ask Aisyah.

" The formula that gave me a headache. I'm counting on not finding the answer. Why should I be divided, too, am I confused." My answer made them laugh.

" It is indeed the basis of Mathematics that is, add, less, times and for Ayu." Answer mbak Okta.

" It is easier if, his love is added, unfortunately it should not be less, sincerity must be multiplied, his love should not be shared because it hurts the heart. Don't use that number, don't make it dizzy." I said.

" So you know, this is a child like his brain sliding deh. love is more complicated than Mathematics." Said mbak Yani.

" It's rich experience." Aisyah Sahut.

Because he was engrossed in chatting, did not feel the bell rang, the sign will start the lesson again.

Hours struggling with textbooks, which make dizziness, dizziness. It drains a lot of energy. Because in the cafeteria I only ate fried food and iced tea, it only delayed hunger temporarily, making the worms in the stomach ask to be full right away.

The time I was waiting for the most was the school bell.

I used to go home from school on foot with my beloved best friend, because it is our one-way street.