Stuck With My First Love
Jamkos Drama

When we got to XII class, I was really happy because it turned out that Coco and I were still in the same class. When the announcement of the class division was shared on the school website, I was Anti Coco Dedi and Daniel to the dismay.

"When the hell did the announcement go? Not out of here?"lamented Daniel

"Patience Dan! Kan in the announcement letter has been said, class division at 10:00. It's still 5 minutes away" Anti replied

"Yes.sabar dikit napa"

"Are we in class, huh?"ask Dedi

"Well, I don't know" I replied.

The clock shows 10:00 WIB. The announcement we were waiting for finally came out as well. We looked at the school's website, scrolling through the announcements anxiously. We examined each name that appeared starting from class XII IPA 1. First class to third grade, our names of five did not appear.

Once entered the fourth class, namely XII IPA 4, the name Dedi first appeared.

"Yess.my name is here" said Dedi.

"My name is also Ded" said Coco as she tos with her best friend

"I am there too" Anti shouted happily

"Where's my name?"much

"Prophe Vi. Your name is the lowest usually" replied Coco

"This is Vi.you also exist. Yeyyyy.we're in class" Anti said as she hugged me.

"Well, does my name really exist?" because I haven't seen my name on the list

"Yes.you have Vi.we are four" said Dedi.

"Yeeeyyy"I and Anti jumped up and down in joy.

"How are you, Dan?"ask Coco

"I'm class XII IPA 5. We are neighbors again apparently, hahahhaha" replied Daniel

"Well, gapapa" replied Dedi

"Later to rest we also gather as usual" replied Dedi.

In this XII class, I'm with Anti. He's with Dedi. The four of us became classmates again (formerly in class X now in class XII gathered again). In my class there are also several managers of school organizations.5 PMR managers are the same as me and Coco. 4 managers of OSIS. 3 managers of Rohis. 3 managers of School Magazine. 4 Boy Scout managers. You could say my class consists of TOP school kids. Especially in this class of mine the holders of rank 1 and 2 in class XI yesterday from 1 parallel there are many. Competition in the XII class is very tight. Oh, I went to IPA class. Class XII IPA 4.

The beginning of semester 1 is as usual. It's still as close as in XI class. This time our discussion grew. Because there are Dedi and Anti who are also our best friends. We often joke together. Argue together. To the school cafeteria together on break. I still often record lessons from the Mother Teacher in her notes, which I then take home to copy at home. He doesn't mind.

Maybe because we have XII class and our classmates are our friends in the organization, the atmosphere in the class is very pleasant. Compact. More fun than my old XI class.

Because my class is quite close to the cafeteria, then every hour (empty hour), me and my classmates, must immediately storm the canteen. We were there talking and eating. Sometimes also just hanging out while singing together accompanied by quotes of guitar boys in my class who are indeed on guitar playing.

And if suddenly there are teachers who enter the classroom, even though we are still busy hanging out in the cafeteria, then we will scramble back to class. We will run to class, so as not to be punished by the teacher. It's funny but little things like that are so hard on the heart.

Once upon a time, during chemistry lessons, it happened to be Bu Eni, was not present. My class leader, Hendy, was looking for picket teachers to ask Ms. Eni's assignment. While we were in class, waiting in class. Everywhere that

it's called a class without a teacher, it's gotta be chaotic. Real crowded. My class which incidentally is one of the favorite classes, even crazy. Exactly the brawling class. We were kidding class. Dion who is a hobby is even stand up comedy in front of the class. Made all of us in class laugh out loud hearing his jokes.

“Pak Hendy really long?”ask Dedi.

Mr. Hendy is a familiar greeting to all of us in one class at Hendy who is also the former chairman of ROHIS school

“Iya yes.don't-don't jamkos?”guess Anti

“Moga-moga aja jamkos.tadi I pas per break ga sepet eat a lot”ucapku

“Feeled earlier already eat a lot Vi.ga fear fat”goda Coco to me.

“Tadi Just a snack Co.mana satiety”protesku

“Javanese people even if they have not eaten rice, it means have not eaten”clear Anti

“Iya ding.you are a pure Javanese”goda Coco

“Biarin”answakku

In the middle of our conversation, Mr. Hendy came. The class immediately cheered after seeing Mr. Hendy carrying a small piece of paper containing the task of Ms. Eni.

“Yeyyyyyy”horse whole class

“Jamkossss's..horeee”.

Mr. Hendy told all of us, after doing the task, we were allowed to the cafeteria as long as it did not come and did not interfere with other classes. And if the next teacher comes, we have to go back to class.

“Ap Pak”answer all compact classes

We are very happy every hour. Coco and Dedi returned to their seats to work on the task. All my friends also moved quickly, sharing tasks so that the task of Bu Eni was quickly completed, so we could immediately escape to the cafeteria. The class was quiet, because we were focused on the task. Sometimes there are some children who shout at each other, when they do not find the answer to the question of duty Bu Eni. Then one of us who knows the answer, will shout out the answer. Sahut said it happened. And that's how we do our job. Classroom group work. So exciting!

After the task is done, we collect it at the teacher's desk, then we will go to the cafeteria together. Because it was warned Mr. Hendy not to rame when leaving the class, then when passing another class, we walked slowly. Sometimes some act strange, sneaking around like a thief. Sometimes people pretend to read books. But sometimes there are even chases, making the next class look outside the classroom. Making me and my classmates, increasingly speed up the steps to resist embarrassment seen in the rest of the next class and the teacher who teaches.

Arriving at the canteen, it was like finding an oasis after circling the arid desert. Like getting a rain shower after being arid due to drought. Heaven World.

We ordered food and drinks. Because the time is not too long. I immediately bought cat rice sold in the cafeteria. Cat rice is a small sized rice containing rice, sambal and small slices of milkfish. The mainstay food menu in my school cafeteria. Food of a million people. Simple foods that can prop up the stomach and the price is very affordable. It won't dry the bag. Especially for school children whose pocket money is not much like me. Actually my pocket money is quite good from my parents, but because I saved at the beginning of the month, then for snacks I was more anxious.

“Nourishing meal dong Vi” complained Coco every time I saw I ate cat rice

“Sayur who is like that.ga pity your gut?”

“This is also nutritious Co.tuh see there are carbohydrates, vitamain, the same protein” I replied.

He who is such a fuss sometimes irritates me. Because he always protests if I eat cat rice. This cat rice is delicious. I sometimes wonder why the taste of the food, especially the sauce can be as good as that. Always the same every day.

“He didn't have a strong pedes.malah eat sambel”kuluh Coco

“Udah is Co..biarin. Vivinya likes.what's wrong?”said Dedi defended me

“Tau nih Coco.cerewet really every time I eat cat” rice

“Dilangin even ngeyel.sick stomach new tau rasa”ucap Coco

“Quiet aja.kalo sambel this will not make me sick stomach”ucapku with a boasting tone.

“Udah.udah.kalu if you have fought like tom and jerry aja..Never got along”ucap Anti

We both finally gave up. Coco no longer fuss over my cat rice after I promise to cut down on cat rice and eat more vegetables. He who smiles after hearing my promise makes my heart very happy.

“That's dong”tapnya while rubbing my hair and smiling

“Tuh will start again.iihhh..don't be helped dong Co”ucapku while keeping Coco's hand away from my head. His habits are, he likes to mess up my hair.

We enjoyed our jamkos with great excitement. Some guys are engrossed in playing guitar then accompanied by the melodious voice of my girl friends classmates. Be our impromptu choir. We who said we should not rame even make a scene because of the sound of our singing is very loud.

Suddenly from the direction of the parking lot, comes the killer teacher, a nemesis of children who like to hang out in the canteen. Who else if not our BK teacher, Mr. Eko

“Who is that in the canteen?”yell sir Eko

“Wire.that's the voice of Eko” sir

“Lariiii”

“Come back class.cepetan”