
In the evening, we ate together.
After that it was my turn to wash the dishes.
A few minutes after washing the dishes, my phone rang. The ringtone that is played not a message, but a call.
From the screen was a name that was very close to me, a name that from a small raised me and of course the name that gives the facilities of this house. That call came from my mother
“ Assalammualaikum kids mother..”.
“ yes waalaikum greetings,”
“ how is the school preparation?”.
“ yes already, stay at school aja again”.
“ thank goodness... You are here, why choose class D?”
Hearing the question, it made me a little quiet. Silence at a loss on how to explain why I chose Class D.
When I wanted to explain, my father answered my mother's question.
“ yes no dear.. Maybe Andi wants to try to find something. It could be his goal or his decision or he wants to feel different”.
“ yaa like that is bun..” I'm grateful Dad helped explain.
“ ok, yes if so. The spirit for tomorrow. Assalammu aleikum,” said he finished the phone.
“ yes waalaikum salam”.
decisional.
That word popped into my head, right now the reason I chose Class D just wanted to try it was like being in Class D. Maybe it was a distraction from other reasons I currently don't want to remember anymore.
“Ah... males it feels to remember the past” mumbled.
Instead of thinking about it, I'd better play a game. Turn on the computer that's been with me for three years. Pc specs belongs to High category.
Categories are divided into three, High, Medium, and Low. Each hardware (hardware) owned also represents all three categories. If the majority of hardware is in the medium category, then you could say the computer is in the medium category.
It's natural to know that, because that's my interest. Same with other people who are interested in the field of motorbike or other. Will definitely know the information to develop the interest they have.
My current computer spec is a processor from the red nine series, vga rtx series duapuhan, ram 32gb and equivalent hardware. With the spec, it was more than enough to play all the games I wanted to play.
Two monitors on, a second monitor smaller than the main monitor will be off. The game I will play is named TEM, has a genre of FPS (First Person Shooter) or more easily games
shootouts.
***
Monday Morning.
The first day of school began.
Until Ikhsan arrived here, I left for school with Mas or Ma. Because they also have a morning schedule, so they can be together.
Arriving at the school, right near the entrance gate there is a mading, in the mading there
school map and class location for new/i students.
It didn't take me long to find the class I was in. Passing through the special buildings of the lab and the International class and passing through the Futsal and Volleyball fields, finally arrived at the classroom building.
The building is square with three floors, each floor there is a special room teachers who teach class levels. On the first floor for the third grade, the second floor for the second grade and the top floor or the third for the first grade.
The classroom still has no sightings of anyone, maybe because I am too fast to go or indeed this hour is not yet for students/i to get to school.
Each class is filled by 30 students/i, with six seats in one row back and five seats to the side.
Because there was no seating and I was tired of being in front, of course
middle to back position is an option.
“Hmm..”
The rearmost position is usually quite noisy, so the next choice is in the middle. Position three from the back or three from the front. Thinking about it quickly, I finally chose the position of three from the back of the leftmost row.
Consider it Pas.
Just a few seconds into the desk chair I was sitting on, there was suddenly the sound of footsteps approaching the classroom. Two women enter the class.
I didn't care for them at first, but after seeing the face of one of the women reminded me of someone I've met in the near future, in Gramedia.
Marginalised.
The name came back to my memory, just yesterday we met and today we are in the same class.
Then our faces met.
***
seriate...