My Decision at Game School
Chapter 32 - A Sign of Thank You

PV Salwa/Icha

“Icha school first yaa”

“iyaa, carefully”

This is my first day of school. Actually the school started from Monday, but due to my deteriorating health I was forced to get sick in the first 3 days of school started.

This is not the first time I missed at the beginning of school, the previous year I experienced the same thing, sick and permission could not attend and healthy after school walked a few days. You could say this is one of the weaknesses that exist in me, namely the body's immunity is quite weak.

(waaa..raminiyaa.).

Like in ordinary schools that occur every morning, the number of students/i who enter the school. Some walk like me, some use a bicycle, some use a motorbike, even delivered by car.

(it seems like the name elite school also owned this school)

You could say I come from a middle-class family, not kayak but not also lack. I entered this school because I got a recommendation from my old school, and then when the test results came out, I was worth enough to be accepted into this school. But regarding the class, I don't know which class.

(Salwa-salwa, this is it... Class A?) I managed to find my class, but why was it in Class A?

Cring cring…

The school bell awakened me to rush to class by speeding up my pace.

(did I forget to see the location of the class)…

On the school map, I just remembered that the top floor was filled by the entire 1st grade be it majors in ipa or ips. It would be a shame if I got the wrong class.

“huff...huff” Finally got to the top floor, take a short break to recover my breath.

The classroom building is square, on one side of the special room teachers who teach the class, while the other 3 sides are ipa and ips classes from A to D. the only way to know the location of ips A class is to ask. If not, I should have a strong mentality if I go to class wrong. After thinking more deeply, my mentality was not as strong as I thought, which meant that the first choice was the first choice. But who should I ask?

All the students have entered the class, leaving me who is still resting to recover my breath and energy. When my hope was dashed, there was someone coming through the stairs.

“why nak?” the worried face was clearly engraved on the teacher's face.

“gak sir, out of breath, just chased let not be late in class”

“forward be careful ya naak, no need to be forced, late it if not enter the gate, not class..”

“well sir, thank you sir.. oiya sir, where is Ips A class?”

“this next to you” heard my class is the closest class from my current position makes me very relieved.

“thank you paak, sorry sir because I just entered”

“ so you Salwa Nafisa yaa”

“eh yes sir, why can you know?”

“because I'm your homeroom teacher, then let's go to class. All of you also introduce you to the other”

“well sir, thank you”, it looks like it's my lucky day.

My class guardian, Teguh Saputra, I found out after the Father introduced himself in front of all the students. From that I also know another student like me who just entered the school called Ikhsan Yuhandika. Maybe because I was sitting opposite Ikhsan made me one of his friends and arguably he was the first friend I got at this school.

The library owned by this school is not too big, like 2 classrooms that are used as book storage. One of the things that makes me interesting is the speed of updating the latest book both lessons and not and the limits of book lending are quite large. As if every student/i is allowed to bring the desired book. Maybe loans are deliberately made like that to increase fans, considering this age most students prefer to be alone with their cellphones rather than a book.

Unknowingly, I picked up a lot of novel books for me to borrow. Yes, I will read it all. You could say that books were my best friend during my room, given my immune weakness, I restricted myself from going out. You could say I have very few friends, very few.

A student avoids me.

“sorry, I didn't see you. Almost a problem” said I was embarrassed, considering I almost hit him.

“ya not what..by the way mbaknya need help bring that many books?” hearing help from him seemed to make me fly. It seems like today is really my lucky day.

I accepted his help.

The student named Andi Alfiansyah class X Ipa D, we got acquainted with each other. He was also like me who came to the library to do a book loan, even the book he wanted to borrow was one of the books I wanted. Over the next few weeks, Andi and I would often meet in the library.

“for this lesson we have already, oiya in a week we will hold a replay. I hope everything is ready. So thank you” Mr Teguh ended the lesson at that time.

One of the reasons I chose the Ips major was that I was weak to numbers, calculations and the like. But it seems that this school does not allow its students to forget lessons that are not liked. It is true that we only learned Basic Mathematics, but for me it can make my brain error. Plus the small classroom atmosphere is likely sunyinya, making me remember a quiet place that can be accessed by all students/i is the library.

I brought some Basic Mtk books in hopes of understanding them here. As usual I saw Andi who was reading a mystery novel written by J.K. Rowlings.

“tumben textbook” seems like my arrival bothers him.

“iyaa nih, preparation repeat later”

“hoo so, zest-spirit”

“siip”

As usual, we focused on doing our own thing. But the more I looked at the Basic Mtk book, the more I didn't understand.

“aaaahhhh!!!, don't understand me” I said give up.

“materinya about what?” Yeah right, I'm disturbing Andi's interest in reading novels.

Since I didn't know the name of the material, I showed him the picture in the book.

“ini..”

“hoo this, linear” two equation system

He knows, maybe he understands?

“little anyway..”

Glad to hear there are others who can understand the material. I subconsciously asked him to teach me and he did not refuse. For the next week I always studied in the library and Andi became my study friend. Thanks to his help the retesting test I was able to go through easily.

(i think I owe him)

After the retest, our class again got the info that there would be an independence race. This is a common thing throughout Indonesian schools but the thing awaited by the student/his. In addition to not learning, the students/i can show their skills in addition to learning.

The first day has passed, my debut is on the second day. One of the competitions is cooking is my job to win. The regional specialty I will offer is Sop Konro. A typical makassar food is very rich in spices, so it has a unique savory taste. You could say this is one of my favorite meals and of course I can cook it.

“chaa, any more need help for preparation?” Ikhsan asked.

He and several other class men are ready to help me prepare all the cooking needs.

“already quite san, and everyone thanks yaa”

“yaa, equally”

Other than Ikhsan, all the guys immediately left my cooking area.

“I to a friend's place yaa”

“ok san, not what”

I was surprised at the direction he was heading, a student whose face was no stranger to me. Indeed, from earlier I focused on preparing so as not to see the circumstances around and not realize its existence. The person he was going to was Andi, my study and reading friend who was also Ikhsan's friend. One of the smartest people in my class.

(is it possible that Andi is the same? )

But I remembered the style of Ikhsan friends who did not look at class or people, so it was natural that he befriended a class D person.

I refocused my gaze by examining all the preparations.

A minute, two minutes, up to five minutes passed. My focus broke when the voice of the person I knew called my name.

“chaa!!”

Andi was near my cooking area, standing with a bag of plastic.

“yaa.. there Andi here yaa”.

“right yes said Ikhsan, if you are a participant”

“ya dong right, although I always silent in the library, but I can cook”

“hoo is that, good.want to cook what?”

“Sup Konrou, tau?”

“gak, just heard”

I got an idea, to repay the debt because he had taught me.

“how about sometime I cook Andi Konrou Soup?”

Teng!!! One of the cookware next to me fell. If not wrong he is Lulu, one of the 2nd class who became a warm talk for men in class.

“need help Mbak?” Andi offered help, though,

“no need really, it was slippery aja the response”

It seemed like a natural thing if senior refused junior assistance.

“so how, want or not Andi?”

“yaa if food is hard I refuse, but with one condition?”

“what is it?”

“aaa...Cha, please show me all the ingredients”

An easy requirement, maybe he wanted to remember the ingredients or maybe there were some ingredients he didn't know about?. But for sure by following the conditions I can pay off my debt.

“all right, wait a minute. I prepare first”

As I said, he stood behind me and turned his back on the territory of Mbak Lulu.

“ok this diaa”

All the ingredients I've prepared.

“many also yes, it looks like it will be tasty”

“justable, so later Icha kabarin when time”

“ok”

I made an impromptu promise, and then Andi left. Seeing him walk away made me remember something,

(it looks like something's missing, but what?)

my mind broke when the committee was about to start a cooking race.~~~~

“Alright, ~~~~this time Cooking competition starts!!!”

(connecting.).