My Decision at Game School
Chapter 25 - Preparation
Andi POV
The cold of the night and the coolness of the water made my whole body refreshed. But there is less, which is enjoying warm food and drinks but not filling will complement this pleasure. And I know the right place.
“saan..dah eat?”
“yet,bingung want to cook what..Materials run out too.”.
“hoo yes already, follow me.. We are out.”.
“ok”
Tonight was just like the previous nights, the cold air and cloudy sky became our friends on the way. The location of the place is not far away, so on foot we can reach it. Ikhsan told me about the exkul game entrance test that he had undergone earlier.
“and gtulah, we won the first test”
“cool-cool, it feels like I also want to follow main”
“naah right that, if there you feel safer I”
“haha.makasih..and we have arrived. Good thing start desi”
The place we went to was a cheap and delicious place to eat. A place to eat that sells a pack of rice at low prices and has been known almost all of Indonesia as cat rice. This dining place is also the savior of students who are hungry but only have makeshift money. His name is Angkringan.
“so what do you want to drink san?”
“es tea go!!”
“ok..”
The name of the seller of this accring is Mr. Dibyo, from what I know my father once helped him. felt very helpful, from that moment he began to respect my family. Then he started selling Angkringan and I became one of his regulars.
“hot tea pack 1, 1” pack ice tea Dibyo paused listening to my order, then he immediately made our drink.
(it looks like Mr. Dibyo forgot my face)
Angkringan dining in the form of a cart divided by 2 sides. The outside for the customer will be full of food that can be selected and taken whatever you want, while on the inside for the seller, which can be selected, there is a charcoal place to burn the food you want to burn and the eating supplies to drink.
“take it yourself san, if confused food. Ask aj”
“ok”
I chose some fried foods and intestinal satay to burn so it tastes better. While waiting, cat rice becomes the right food to hear the continuation of the story ikhsan.
“then at 1pm we continue Battle Royale..”.
Squad solo? Senior opponent? Order to 3? It seems like Ikhsan's ability is increasing again. Although the enemy is high school children, but being a solo squad is a very tough challenge because of the low possibility of winning. After the test, Ikhsan is most likely recognized for seniors with proven abilities in the field of First Person Shooter games.
“what is this?” ikhsan asked, he pointed to a folded food and stabbed. If released from the puncture, we will know that the food is very long, then it must be folded.
“sate intestine.. try!!”
Without a doubt Ikhsan ate intestinal satay.
“how??”
“kayak there are less”
“ini mas, the drink and this fried his grilled intestine” after receiving my order, dibyo sir went on to make another customer's order.
“if so, try this” I give satay a burn.
“hmm..enak ni...ndi, use rice and drink esteh, ah enjoy..”.
“ndi?...Andi?.. sampeyan mas Andi?” mr. Dibyo asked when he was just sitting in front of me.
“iya sir Dibyo” instantly I stood up and shook his hand.
“gags father, changed his facea..”.
“makin nettle paak?!” ask Ikhsan
“yaa no, obviously more handsome..”.
“haha..” the three of us laughed.
“mother's father, how are you?”
“hamdulillah healthy paak, father and family healthy too?”
“ya alhamdulillah, healthy alsoa.. the most tired because a few days ago many customers”.
“hoo, thank goodness that's it.”
“by the way sir, why know Andi sir?” Ikhsan asked curiously.
“hoo...he used to eat here a lot, then he..”.
Pak Dibyo's story is now the center of our attention. Sometimes I'm a little embarrassed when Mr. Dibyo tells some of my stories first, like I want ketchup but instead chili sauce and various other stories. Hearing all the stories, without feeling it has been 40 minutes. Time home.
“pamit first yes sir, thanks”
“iya, equally and carefully mas Andi and mas Ikhsan”
“iyaa pak”
The night air is getting colder. The previously cloudy sky had now brightened, as if forcing the moon and stars to accompany us all the way home.
“ready-ready san, next month there are various school” events
“next month August yes, means commemorate independence day”
“ya right, for 3 days all students will take part in various competitions and compete for the bergil” cup
“hoo that, looks like it will be exciting. I can't wait for him.”
I am also impatient, because I want to know what race Ikhsan cannot win.
***
Acha POV
Wednesday, august 13th.
The day before the independence race will be held. On Monday, all students were notified of the three-day race. It looks like the enthusiasm this year will increase. And this time I was at this school.
Indeed, for the last few weeks I rarely saw it, I did not think the difference in class levels could make us rarely meet, he said, plus Osis had to prepare various needs for the independence race making me less and less likely to meet him. Even if you already have the number, but it is more fun to meet.
(to meet diaa.).
The first break has begun.
“Lulu, later do not forget yaa” one of the members of Osis class who want to remind me of my duty today.
The basic task of the Public Relations Division is to be a liaison between other schools and find various information that is useful for all students. So you could say the task that was reminded was the preparation of the meeting of all Osis in Yogyakarta city to be held next week.
“iyaa, thanks for reminding”
“hoo Pandu yes, how is Ekskul Gamenya? Have there been developments?”,
“yaa, thanks to lulu and Andi our performance is increasing”,
“ fun to hear ita”.
Already I guess, another reason why I and Andi hard to meet because he is also busy helping Pandu.
(aahh.pengen heard from hima.)
“yowes..that's all I want to convey. spirit of kelarin his duties”.
“well, thanks”
The desire to meet him is growing. But right now I can only leave it to the future, hopefully I can meet him later.
(time to do the duty).
**
The last lesson has been completed, during the afternoon I did not enter the class to go out to fulfill my duty to meet Osis another school. Tired already I feel, want to feel immediately home and refresh the body but there is still one obligation that I have to do after Ashar later.
(aaah.hate him today.can't meet him.).
“Ayoo we pray Achaa”
“salmaa, I told you that at school don't call acha, Malukan”
“sorry accidentally,”
“ayo go”
“ok”
Salma was my best friend, we knew that in first grade, she helped me learn MTK and I helped her with Biology. As we complement each other, our teaching activities are also becoming more frequent, and as time approaches.
Ashar's done, back to class.
“so later hitchhike Lu?”
“so, just texted my dad in. Said he couldn't pick up this afternoon”
Things like this are common between us, giving each other a ride home.
“if you are ready, then wait for the front room Osis ya”
“bay”
“then I'll go to Osis first”
My job this afternoon is to summarize, compile, and make a report about the meeting of the isa last afternoon, so that tomorrow morning I can focus on the success of the independence race.
30 Minutes have passed.
“finally done, it's time to go home”
In the spirit of going home, I packed my things into a bag, then made sure the entire report was safe.
(time to go home!!)
The unexpected happened. Andi passed through the Osis chamber.
“Andi!!”
“hoo acha, fresh from Osis yaa”
“yaa, want to go home?”
“iyaa, this is going to parking”
Just this time I am grateful for the location of Osis near the parking vehicle. Therefore, I can meet him.
“coming home not with your friend?”
“he said if more 20 minutes, told first”
“hoo so yes, by yourself ya”
“who is she luu?” Salma who was waiting in front of the sausage room joined our conversation
“Andi saal, Adik class.”
“knew mbak, Andi”
“ok me Salma”
“then I go home first ya mbaak”
“Andi..?!!”
“yaa why cha?”
“…”
I'm rattled. After knowing that Andi was alone, I wanted to go home with him again but I had Salma waiting for 30 minutes, because from the beginning I would ride home with him.
(aahhh.I'm confused).
“so he is? Then I go home first. Have fun both of you..”
Hearing Salma's whisper made my face flushed.
“thank you Salma, be careful yaa”
“yaaa..”
“so why chaa?” Andi asked Back when Salma had already entered the parking area.
“can I hitchhike?”
“yaa can, wait in front of ya” gate
“yaa..”
(Well, I like it today.).
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(Connected.).