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Next day.

Today is Monday again. It's time to get back to your usual routine, 'school'.

This morning is a bright day. At 7:15 we were neatly lined up in the field to attend the flag ceremony. Sometimes if it rains again or the day is really hot due to the pseudo-sun movement, the weekly flag ceremony is held indoors in the hall.

Late children's dramas always color our mondays. What makes me and the other kids jealous are the OSIS kids who are on guard as security section. They can arrogantly misahin children who come late to be punished with teachers, while they themselves do not participate in the ceremony.

They are rich in security, but the right again not careful they work just sitting around while chatting waiting for the ceremony to be finished. They can be so tough on kids who come late. Like traitors who join forces as soldiers formed by the invaders who lick into the invaders and torture fellow natives.

To enter so manager of OSIS can not be arbitrary. Must be intelligent, academic or non-academic, pass mental and disciplinary tests selected by killer teachers and cadet seniors. Good thing in our school to pass the selection is not valid whose name is KKN aka Corruption, Collusion and Nepotism.

I covered it all. Did I ever say I was a paparazzi? I often enter articles into the documentation and broadcasting section of the school. But actually, not everything I covered I wrote was an article. I keep a lot of things for my own personal consumption. I often entertain myself by watching the disgrace of other children that I have not published, hahaha...

Well I'm good, then do I go in as a manager? Answer, no! I want to be free, not restrained and no one can tell me in making news articles. Lu on know that no matter the external parties who are against let the system that runs there is something to do by criticizing? That's me, I'm outside the board so I can freely criticize the environment in my school.

Puyeng ga you the same rant I was? Haha...

My bokap said the flag ceremony is something that will be greatly appreciated because after graduating from High School, not all campuses are still holding weekly flag ceremonies. After work, generally only civil servants who still hold weekly flag ceremonies.

If I am private, I enjoy it. Every flag ceremony I always line in 'special place' which is the most practical place to evacuate to the UKS if there is a child who suddenly fainted or not strong because of certain diseases. You do not know those who actually follow the ceremony normally. There are many times well, who complain, hihi.

What about my soul, Puput? Puput is the least often the manager for the security of the ceremony. He was a ceremonial commander, flag raiser or leader of a marching platoon. What about Gilang? He is a commoner, just as rich I am who just stands in the line of doang. The difference is, Gilang stands in the ranks of normal people, my special rich ga and slay 💅.

This time, I will be holding a flag ceremony at my school.

The leaders of the platoon lined up the children and there were also those in the ranks of the teachers and other staff.

"The ceremonial commander entered the ceremonial field," said the MC aka the host. This kid's voice is so round and formal so rich news readers on TV, cool.

After the ceremonial commander was called, Puput went in and stopped facing the line, turning his back on the flagpole. The leader of the platoon whose rightmost row led respectfully, "TO THE COMMANDER OF THE HORMAAAT GRAK CEREMONY! ... HOWWEAR GRAK!"

"MY LEADER TOOK OVER. REST IN FORPAAT GRAK! ... SIAAP GRAK!" Puput. Continues, Puput turned back so facing the flagpole and turned back to the line of people.

"TO THE INSPECTOR OF THE HORMAAAAT GRAK CEREMONY! ... HOWWOO GRAK!" Puput again super loud.

"Report of the ceremonial commander," the MC said again. "Report, the ceremony is ready to be carried out," said Puput. "Continue" said the chief.

Suddenly...

"YYYYYYYYYYYYY..."

There was a student screaming from the middle row. After she screamed, all the attention of the people was on the source of the voice. Some people near the screaming girl were crying, some were panicking. I don't know what happened, why they were crying and panicking.

Ga long from the incident there were other lines who also shouted and followed each other up to seven people from different ranks.

Instantly the security team came to carry and evacuate those who were suddenly crazy to be taken to the UKS. The ceremony continued.

Because the status of my existence here is looser than the other participants, I took the initiative to pretend to be dizzy, originally I just kepo the same children who suddenly crazy.

I finally went to the UKS, it turns out they were the seven people possessed. Uh, there's Gilang loh over there! Gladly rubbed the children's faces with water while chanting prayers. Ih, I just knew Gilang could be that cool.

I with my paparazzi soul who thrashed was directly recording strange events that previously only I saw in doang films. My mental shock concerned him. Some are raging, some are kayang, anjoy kayang 😭, some are crying and laughing.

This why the hell? Tumben is rich like this. During my school here just this incident that I saw firsthand.

After all the children who were suddenly crazy were lying limp and auto diem, Gilang and the religious teacher gave an explanation to the administrators and staff who were there. He said the children were tired and stressed. No rich assortment of evil spirit disorders or other occult scandals occurred.

You don't know it's all that the teacher could do and Gilang talked to the people around, or there was a conspiracy behind it. Sorry yes, my criticality level is high, so I like to have these assumptions.

Time passed too. The ceremony was over, people returned to their classes. In my head I have a lot of questions that I want to throw up in front of Gilang. But unfortunately even Puput first who ngelakuin it to me.

The eyes of my mouth are naked. As usual, the mouth has not been working, the language of telepathy has been tight in the eyes of both of us. "Well, if you don't tell me about it!" the word puput in telepathic language. "God, Poy! Forgive me! Yes, I will tell you" said I, also in telepathic language.