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The anticipated event finally began, the offerings of the students became a separate entertainment for parents, they all boasted the greatness of their children, the sound of applause also enlivened this event.
"It's time we show the offerings of the seven twins, give them a round of applause" said MC in a loud voice through the mic.
The sound of applause resounded in the hall room. Twins forward with their respective musical instruments, when the twins have started playing their musical instruments the atmosphere immediately became boisterous, everyone stood up from their seats as if they forgot where they were?
Mr. Fredi and Mr. Grace smiled proudly, the first incoming disciple they had ever doubted ability turned out to be the most genius child. Even this one school no one could rival her twin. While the other teacher teachers were also no less enthusiastic than the others.
"Great for their offerings" said one of the mothers behind Darmendra, Vera and Jordan.
"Yes, good-looking all over again, uh they're so excited," said another mother.
Darmendra just kept quiet to hear the mother's babbling behind her. Likewise with Vera and Jordan they are cool to watch the show from sikembar.
The twins had finished singing a song, but the parents of the students present did not accept it because it was only one song.
"Again...again...again, again," that is the cry that is present in this ceremony. She looked at each other and spoke through the eyes.
"How's it?" ask Ram to Fredi.
"You can go on again, look at them not satisfied to see your offering," replied Mr. Fredi, and the twin nodded.
"Well, we'll sing a few more songs to cheer you all up" Ram said on the mic.
The sound of applause and Sorai's cheer was again heard, the atmosphere was really lively thanks to the presence of cymbals in this event.
"This year's event is more festive than last year, and also our school does not need to spend funds all sponsored by reputable companies" said Mr. Fredi to fellow teachers.
The event is getting lively, the song has sung the 3 songs. Eventually they are finished and replaced by another offering.
"Kok replaced anyway? it's also good that the twins were singing" said the mother behind Darmendra.
"Mom likes my son's show?" ask Darmendra.
"Huh...so they're master's children?" not answering the mother asked back.
"Yes they are our grandchildren" replied Vera.
"Ehh, so I'm ashamed" said another mother.
"Ohh, yes, sir" said the mother nervously.
"Aaaaaakkh shame on me, where would I throw my face," the mother's mind.
Finally the offering after the offering was over, now only the announcement of graduation and the highest grades of all 9th graders.
Mr. Fredi as the principal went up on stage after being invited by the MC, Mr. Fredi announced the graduation of the 9th grade students.
"Alright without wasting any more time, here I Fredi as the principal announced that all 9th grade students were declared 100 percent graduated. Alright now I will announce the highest value of one to four. the 4th rank is held by Imran give a pat, and for Imran please kepentas to take the trophy, the, and for the rank 3 held by Rudi please Rudi, for the rank 2 held by Rere congratulations to Rere, and now for the rank 1 before we have enough difficulty to judge them, and now for the rank 1 before, because their grades are highest among other students, even every grade lesson they get a score of 100 all, so we agreed to give this rank 1 to the seven of them and also we provide the trophy to them to be seven, please for the most genius disciple of the seventh grade.please welcome to Rayden, Rendra, Rasya, Rakha, Raffa, Roy, and Ramendra" said Mr. Fredi loudly.
Twins forward to take their respective trophies.
"Is there anything you want to say?" ask Mr. Fredi after giving the trophy to them. Each holding a mic.
"Good night all of them, I as the oldest child among my brothers just want to say thank you for the guidance of the teachers, because without them we are not who," said Ray.
"This is also why we want to thank the person who means so much in our lives without him we would not be in the world" Ren said.
"For Mommy, Daddy, Oma and Opa, thank you for your sincere affection for making us like this" said Rasya.
"And also for the father of the principal, homeroom teacher and other teachers thank you for your instruction, your services will always be remembered," said Rakha.
"For our friends we also say thank you very much there are no beautiful words other than thank you to the teachers and the headmaster also for Mommy and Daddy Oma and Opa thank you all." Raffa.
"Mommy, Daddy, Oma and Opa and everyone here thank you" Roy.
And now it was Ram's turn, he was a little confused to say, because what he wanted to say was already represented by his brother.
"Good night everyone, for Mommy even though she can't attend tonight's ceremony, but we understand her. We love you Mommy, we love you Daddy, thank you for everything because Mommy has struggled to raise us. We know it's not easy for a mother to take care of seven twins, she said, but Mommy is so great a powerful Mommy can raise us to this point. Mommy taught us to share and help others, Mommy taught us how to respect others Mommy taught us how to speak right. thank you Mommy we can't repay all the kindness and affection Mommy has given us, I don't know what else to say? all the words have been conveyed by my brother.only here I want to thank you for everything including this hall. Mommy Daddy Oma and Opa we love you all" Ram said.
Darmendra took to the stage directly embracing his seven sons, it made the guests who were present increasingly touched.had not lost their novelty because the word Ram coupled with Darmendra's treatment to the twins.
Vera and Jordan wipe away her tears, as well as the mothers, they feel touched by the word Ram, while their children are never like that sometimes their children are usually just yelling.
While Diva was already crying as she pleased, she was unable to hold back the pace of her tears.
"If you knew that I wasn't your real mother, would you still be like this?" muttered Diva between her cries.
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