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single degree

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bismillah

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here I am , without Rama with a new status as a student.ko prospective student.

I smell the scent of hazing here.As I tightened the grip on my backpack I walked hurriedly to the campus courtyard, I set out with bang Akhsan, but we parted in the parking lot ,as usual when I asked for my own vehicle mamah and papah never gave, either because maybe this time it was confiscated by my tuition and bang Akhsan ....but the reason they're so grounded.." Rama's always gonna pick you up.." After a shocking incident that almost blew my heart out, Rama and I were planning to get engaged ...

the flashback

" Ra, Will u marry me ??? "

take it...!

take it....!

" what is this storm..???" pekik bu Hilda, the beginning of our class, made the atmosphere become silent instantly, the supporters were immediately sitting on the bench, it seems their instincts have been trained to be an exemplary student....

I'm dead lice hide my face on Rama's shoulder, while the boyfriend is no morals is just smiling facing mom Hilda...

bu Hilda suddenly laughed "accept...!thank ...!!" his humming, we just rebuckle upset and relieved to congregate

" mom.....!!!" the sound of crying in unison as he hugged the beloved homeroom, tears became the introduction of our last embrace to release the status as his protege

" thank you mom for wanting to be our mother." said Vian, the same class leader with Rama...

it is worth this class to be an exclusive class wong its class president just jerky....

" yes. mother wants to be a shield and stand ahead if we do more, mother..." Andy cringed into the arms of Hilda's mother who was a little stature...

this is the pinky side of a delinquent child, so that even bu Hilda was unable to hold back her tears had to lose her nackal child, her nackal child, once upon a time with patience, Ms. Hilda helped punish us, who one class was subjected to disciplinary action from the students for breaking the rules by blurring during the seventeenth ceremony...who even participated in the pinang climbing and sack racing in the village of Rama, which was not the residence of some students of class XII MIPA 3, our class..

" huwaa....." Abay wept wailing, making us cry in laughter

" lebay.." - Toyor Rika.

" mom..sorry we ma'am..mom suffered a lot because we ma'am.." she said.

" c.abay....!!! nangis nangis Bay..but that ing*us do not dipeperin also ihhh geuleuhh..!!!(.disgusted...)" exclaimed Rika while keeping Bayu from hugging bu Hilda, Bu Hilda chuckled softly ,the face with acne scars (maybe because too much staying up late takes care of the value of students) on his cheeks wiped tears, he said, the sky blue hijab looks wet with sweat and tears in some parts, especially those that limit the jawbone

" you are not the burden of the mother "the ringnya "you are a gift to the mother entrusted by God, even if not from the mother's womb." he said.

just remember us when Hilda's mother was sick, we were crowded to visit like people who want to worship,suddenly the house of bu Hilda is not too broad but beautiful turned into a white army base of ash.and whatever is brought not only fruits in the season, or milk cap camel... Wahyu and Andy whose parents work as farmers and have gardens bring their crops to the house of bu Hilda....

when bu Hilda graduated her S2 degree alone we took pains to come to the front of the campus bu Hilda brought angkot that had been decorated using colorful crepe paper with balloons at some angles and strands of cans the former milk behind the angkot so that it makes a laughable sound in the streets.bu Hilda has a daughter is still 3 years old and is close to us especially Rama.si aa handsome !! said si dede Nurul...

after finishing the blue haru haru ,bu Hilda conveyed her message

" Welcome yes.Mommy is proud of you , just this year an exclusive class is rushing the school , by donating one of the best students in its class.." I nodded quickly.

" Nara who is grateful to mother.." My hug is like hugging mama.

" mom's door is always open for you." she said, removing the remains of tears.

" if you want to eat, can you ??" ask Ridwan

" huu... " Ridwan gets a toyoran and a push from the others

" what???whatwhat???weh.." she asked with a sinless face...

this is what all of us will miss ....

" Rama.." call bu Hilda.

" thank you.matur suwun.." lirih bu Hilda.

Rama nodded "thank you ma'am.. always want to be bothered with our actions ..the warm embrace of mother to be a do'a for us ma'am..."

" how is it ??? Nara has it ??" whispered to Hilda in the middle of her arms

" there is no end to the mother hunt coming." replied Rama.

" what the heck whispers so kepo ???" ask Vina

" little children do not need to know, just sit sweetly on the lap of Gilang's brother.." replied Rama, Gilang gave him 2 thumbs while Vina had sniffed annoyed.

" continue deh.., the mother wants to be neatly neat in the teacher's room... Nara !!! thank...!!thank...!!!" exclaim bu Hilda while clenching her hands in the air.

making us laugh, after the departure of the mother Hilda all looked at me

" what ???"

" the answer is Nara!!!!" chorused

" wah lah lah sii.had rich soap operas that ad fit again ramenya.." screeched Tasya...

seeing the face of Rama who was not because of his tang I laughed a little "I wait for you to come to the house with the future in-laws." answered me.

" yeee.....hd..asekk.....!!!" their cheers were happy to bring Rama up and down like a shining star..

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today is already a holiday, I wake up lazy lazy lazy, but there is something strange feels lonely for the atmosphere so early I glanced at the clock on the nightstand

" 9 o'clock !!!" my screeches

because of ngaler ngidul with Vina et al until 2 o'clock so I wake up bad luck actually I have set the alarm at 5 o'clock to setor absent with God, but my eyes invite me to dive back into the dream world....

as usual I went straight to the kitchen for a drink before going to the bathroom, usually I provide a glass of water on the bedside table, but apparently last night I forgot to take a sip ,that's why I walked into the kitchen with pajama tops and subordinates black pants fitting body like sling or shorts sepaha black even almost the same length as my pajamas tops, it's normal ...I went down the stairs while occasionally yawning and rubbing my eyes, sandal doraemon feathers become my slippers, hair that is still random random random random random people wake up

I took a glass and poured water and gulped it down, as I was about to return through the living room several pairs of eyes were watching me ...

gebegs....

I walked quickly to the top floor with a embarrassed face.

" assalamualaikum, Ra.." A smile that never fades.

while Nia and Gilang had already poked her lips holding back a laugh....

" dhhhh shy to be embarrassed at this hour just woke up, why not all naked, Ra.." circus bang Akhsan

I immediately took a thousand steps towards the room

" what the heck morning here morning, very neat cake to condangan...."

after I heard apparently not only Rama, Nia and Gilang are here , Abah, Ambu, and Ayu tea are also here precisely in the living room talking with papah and mamah....

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along with the receipt of my High School diploma, that day I was engaged to Rama who held in a multipurpose building owned by a friend Abah....

rama and I decided to go different campuses, pursuing their own ideals, with status that has risen to become a fiancee but will my story be smooth as smooth as the highway...if we part this way or even more trials that test our story let it be the provision of God

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flashback off

" honey.do not cape cape.later I picked up..kalo there are seniors who make you difficult to say let me return home later I brush..."

useful message from my fiancee....

" yes, honey...."

" hummm our story begins here coed.." I muttered.

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" wrkk...."

" well...."

" sorry ..sorry....."