My Decision at Game School
Chapter 7 - Class selection

POV Nabila

Talking to Tia was quite pleasant, her mindset was normal. Thinking like an ordinary High School boy, and one thing that makes me want to get closer is his innocent face that seems to say “please protect me”.

“ alright, I will protect”.

That's what I thought until the lovely teacher entered the classroom.

"sorry, because the teacher who teaches is having business, so mother's teaching time takes to get to know you"

Classes begin with prayers and greetings to the teacher.

“ ok, class structure already formed yet?”.

“not yet bu, we just introduced ourselves” reply Tia

“then, we will hold the election of the Chairman and Secretary, for the Treasurer is not necessary, because it can be done also by the secretary.the two first, the rest you decide next time. Therefore, Someone offered to be the chairman.?”.

Silence enveloped the class.

“hmmm... since no one answered, mom try calling randomly”

Beautiful Mom started calling.

Slowly the silence began to dissipate, the words of rejection from the name called began to become more and more frequent

pronounced. After many names were called, a name familiar to me was called.

“ Andi Alfiansyah, want to be chairman?”

For a few seconds Andi just kept quiet,

“ gk bu, gk my talent such a thing. How about the Fadli aj bu!, because our introduction was he proposed” reply Andi.

The whole class agreed. Yes I know, for Fadli men is the most ideal tumbal. As for the Fadli girl is worth following.

“how's Fadli?”

“okelah ma'am, I received” reply Fadli with a smile.

The Chairman has been elected, remaining Treasurer and Secretary.

Elections continued.

**

The election is finally over,

Chairman Fadli and secretary Tia.

Next, enter the thing that is very liked by students. Certainly not learning, but listening to the life story of the teacher. Indeed, this can take a long time, but it can also strengthen the rope. The more we talk to others, the closer we get to them.

Bu Indah tells the story of his education when elementary school to college, the problems in life he had lived, and the various difficult decisions he felt. Sharing experiences from young to old is very useful. But somehow most young people ignore it, but it can reduce

mistakes in the future if they happen to him.

Without feeling the second break bell rang. Various experiences of life, we have listened to. Soon mom Beautiful left the class.

I was surprised to see Andi, the position of the hand that became a pillow for the head indicates he was sleeping. When did he start sleeping?

“ ui wake up... have finished class, rest again” I tried to wake up by shaking his shoulder.

The second break is quite long because there is Zuhr Worship for the obligated. Since it's not my duty, I can relax in class.

“huaaa.. dh kilar yes...” reply Andi who just woke up.

“since when did you sleep ndi?” tia asked curiously.

“ hmm..kekny after Fadli agreed to become chairman huaam”.

“ uh, means not listening to the life story of bu Indah?” ask Tia again.

“ oh no yes...huamm.. after Fadli became the next chairman of the secretary selection, for it is likely to be chosen from women, yes you know yourself a man to be a secretary is impossible. Then when it has been filled with two positions, most likely continued by doggeng”.

“ fairy tale yes, whereas the life story is not a fairy” reply me

“ yes sorry, I call it that. If the dh is storytelling, students will listen to it either in reality or pretend to listen. Therefore yes mending I choose sleep”.

Exactly finishing his explanation, Andi did a stretch.

It was only on the first day that I had seen students who dared to sleep in class. Yes, it does not mean wrong, considering it was full of listening to the story of the teacher. His teacher did not bother him either.

“ me to the mosque first yes..” Tia saying want to go

“ I tagu” reply Andi

Yes, as expected, Andi will go to carry out his duties. And I can enjoy reading novels from the Smartphone I brought.

***

Andi POV

Finish Worship Zuhur.

The rest was still forty minutes, still enough for lunch. Without delaying, it's time to go to the cafeteria. To get there, you have to pass through the Study Building, International classroom Building and sports field.

The thing that interested me when I went to the cafeteria was the international class. In the building there is a separate canteen specifically for students/i there and they can still go to the public canteen that I am heading to. The thing that makes a difference between these two canteens is the food served.

Food in the general canteen is more to the taste of Indonesians while there for Asia, depending on which international students/i come from which country. If there are those from Japan, food will be provided in their home country.

Students/i can only order food there on Saturdays during the second break. Given the small canteen and the conditions on Saturday are quite relaxed making the canteen there quite quiet so that students/i can order. That's the approximate reason.

Arrive at the canteen.

“bu, order fried noodles pack nasi”.

“ok mas”

Quickly, the canteen ma'am picked up a plate, filled it with rice, then fried noodles that had been prepared in large quantities, and lastly additions such as soy sauce, onions, and tomatoes.

“ini mas” gave my order.

“thank bu”

Next, find a seat.

The size of the canteen is quite spacious, can accommodate more than half of the total students/i of the school. Has a second floor, but seems to have been mastered third class.

The mission of finding an empty seat ended up failing, most seats remaining one. So you could say that I joined there, became a stranger from the eating group. And I don't want that unless it's the last option.

“ndii. here.” Nabila.

My direction.

“thank you..” reply me, then immediately sit down and start eating.

Slowly the people ordering food started to dwindle. The empty seats are starting to appear. Most students/i who have eaten, choose to return to class. There are only a few groups of students/i who are still in the bag even though the food has run out. Maybe he was talking or talking to his friends.

“what is the price of chicken noodles?”

“10 thousand..” reply tia.

“ good?”

“yaa..lumayan lah..” Reply Nabila.

They both enjoy chicken noodles, their answers both make me want to try them. But the limited money I brought forced me to try chicken noodles next time.

Cringes, bells ringing.

“ Assalammualaiku warahmatulli wabarakatu.

Notified

to the entire first class, to head immediately to the Hall building. Again, Notified

to the entire first class, to head immediately to the Hall building.

Thanks though.

Assalammualaiku warahmatullahi wabarakatu”

The bell rang and a notice was given. For class 2 and class 3 immediately return to his class. As for the 1st class immediately to the Hall building as per the notice earlier.

“ayo there” invite Nabila.

Together again, we headed for the hall building.

(connecting.).