Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
5. MOS

A few days later…

“Hai Togar..”

“Hai Hotman..”

Who else uses the names of parents other than Diana and Febri? Ever since familiar with the Gemma case the other day, the two men quickly broke through the highest level of friendship. Sometimes their jokes even include the swearing of a rougher regional language that only they understand, because they are from the same tribe.

They are getting more familiar. Especially now, they are both MOS committee. Now, the school field has been full of new students of Tunas Perdana High School. The Student Orientation Period is ongoing, coinciding with the day of the solo guitar competition between SMA Jakarta.

“Gue has asked Fabian for permission to join the Gala. Let me pick you up back from school,”, Febri told Diana.

Diana just nodded. “Gue ngikut lo aja, Feb... Come on, we check the children first.”

They then split up a little. There was one instruction given by Fabian on the puzzle that was usually given during MOS. Diana, Febri and all the organizers went around to see if the objects the new students were carrying were true or not.

Now Diana's eyes were on a schoolgirl named Rara, who carried a funny object in her hand and provoked her attention.

“Apaan neh?”

Rara was frightened to the point of stammering. “Ka-kan pe-commandnya told to bring plastic pants, Kak.”

Diana rolled her eyes when she saw Rara's innocence. “Plos very much lo! We said ‘bawa’ not ‘bikin’! Your pants stay in the plastic, so doang! Who wants to wear these pants, huh?”

The girl just bearded and apologized sincerely with trepidation. Diana also did not long scold the child, and told him to go back on his own line.

Rara then sat down next to another girl and started to grumble. “Gue told to bring plastic pants. But when I brought plastic pants, I was punished. What do you want?”

The student sitting next to her said, “What's the point of making us silly like this? He said MOS, but we are even known as the plonco system kayak gini, like the colonial era. Uh, but we're colonized by the system anyway. Try if the system is not like gini, there will be no such thing as plonco wrapped in gift paper called MASA ORIENTATION STUDENTS. That we're in the same bully-bully upperclassman who doesn't know what his purpose is. If we make them respectin they doang, yes they can say well dong!”

Febri, who happened to be standing nearby, came straight to the student and pointed at his face.

“Lo!” Febri's eyes fell on the identification made of green cardboard hanging from the girl's neck. “Yang name Nita... Here!”

“What's up Brother?” ask Nita boldly.

“Song very lo. Just want to enter, it's very good lo criticize the policy here.”

“Lah, but what I said was not wrong is.”

“Lo can get out of this school if you don't like.”

Nita speaks a thousand languages.

“Why diem? You are afraid of not getting a school that does not have its MOS?”

Febri immediately grabbed the baby pacifier hanging from Nita's chest and stuffed the girl's mouth. “Now sing lo, little star use all ‘i’ vocals, pacifier can not be removed!”

“A-ampun Kak.. sorry, sorry.” si Nita pleaded for the sentence to be cancelled. “No can Brother... hard.”.

“HUST! Here lo, stand in front of me.” Febri sits around waiting for Nita to sing, not wanting to hear much more.

Nita looks scared, she is nervous and has trouble swallowing. From his mouth was a voice that looked more like a mouse clamping on a door than a melodious song.

“Binting chicil... dilingite ying biri.”.

Rara and her friends tried to laugh. Wasn't Nita the most vocal in saying that this system should be replaced? But with just one jolt from Febri, Nita instantly shriveled like a tempeyek.

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From a distance, Gala and Niko sit side by side in a school bench located in the canteen. Niko looked down while studying, with a notebook in her hand. While Gala looks relaxed.

“Lo learn only. Feelings, we will have no repeat in the near future,” Gala comments looking at Niko while clucking.

“Yes, I'm nyicil. I want to enter my target campus. I must be active..” said Niko while drinking her milk box.

Actually Gala today was feeling a bit upset. There were many things that Gala had in mind at the moment. From Gemma to Papa.

“Lo why, Men?”

Gala raised her head to look at Niko who was no longer focusing on her book. “Gue... it's okay.”

“Do I need to talk to Gemma so she understands? I'm sure he'll understand.”

“Neventless. Look at his hands like that. It's all my fault, Nik...” it looks like Gala currently doesn't want to discuss anything. He turned his attention to some new children running around in confusion. “Febri ngerjain children again tuh,” he said with a laugh.

In fact, he was not at all entertained when he saw the new children who were told to ask for the signatures of important upperclassmen and who they thought were good looking. He should be happy if there are people who respect him, at least because of his physique.

“Big brother, ask for a signature dong,” said a student while proffering his book.

Gala signed the student book and returned it, then put on a ketus face. “Same temen-temen lo, I do not want to sign again if my band members do not sign first.”

“Iya Brother. Makacih yes,” he said sweet-ass, feeling lucky because he was the last person to receive a signature from the most popular child in the school without any convoluted process. Just to turn around and exasperate.

“Asu...” the schoolgirl is upset when she sees her signature column there is a picture of Gala's artificial tai.

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