The Gang'S
Prologues

I loved dancing when I was 10 years old. Every time I hear music, my feet are stomping there and here. My hand also did not want to stay still by swinging it right and left.

Since then, I have loved music while moving my body. And, my favorite that makes my mom — Keyzia put me in dance lessons.

Since then, I have loved dance. But, this time I'm not alone, because there are my friends who also like dance, and form it into a gang.

The gang was named LorezQ, and it was made up of five girls. There's me, Tara, Devi, Alya, and Via. Me and my friends met until they got to know each other because they were met in the 2nd class of IPA at Garda High School.

Me and LorezQ's gangmates love to dance. Not infrequently I, and the four of them spend time dancing, making new and unique movements simultaneously.

Proven from now on. Me and the four of them were practicing dance at Alya's house.

"1 ... 2 ... 3 ... Let's move to the left!" my voice moves the body to the left, along with the foot that is also moved to the left.

"Now, to the right, then back to the starting point, clap, say hurrah, and jump. 1 ... 2 ... 3 ...." I made his move, the four of them did too.

The last move was the moment of waiting, in a matter of one to three, me, and the four of them shouted, "Hore!"

And, followed by a leap as high as we can. I smiled satisfied with the results of the dance practice today.

"Crazy Can, this time our dance will be very good anyway," said Tara who patted my shoulder, I turned my head, and could only nod while smiling.

"Breaked badly anyway, let alone the last scene," said Alya.

"Thank God if you like, next time dance practice will be handled with Devi, according to the schedule as well, right, and I'm sure it will be better," said the four of them.

"Yes, I said yes, bye." I carried the bag, and waved at all of them.

Because I also have to go home and study every 7 p.m. It's like a habbit to me.

"Bye, Cantika," the four of them answered in unison, I smiled, and sauntered away.

Entering Kak Johan's car, he was my first brother, "Tumben cepet, usually a little ngaret." Brother Johan glanced at his silver watch which showed 7pm fitting.

"The practice is perfectly understood, so it's within hours of his return" I answered with a nod, and a faint smile from Brother Johan.

Without further ado, Kak Johan drove his car, splitting the city of Bandung. The atmosphere outside still saw many people wandering around.

I stared out the glass all the way, until finally I arrived in front of a simple-sized, two-story house with a yard not as large as other neighboring houses, and this house was made like a Japanese style.

This house is occupied by the six of us. There was Papa - Johar, Mama - Keyzia, Brother Johan, Sister Agnes, Me, and lastly Adek Boni.

I got out of the car with a bag, and entered a house that was very comfortable to live in all this time, "Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," said everyone who had sat in the middle room with the availability of simple dishes, but it looks so delicious.

I threw the bag, and immediately went to the sink to wash my hands and face. Only then did you eat the dishes that Mama had prepared at the spacious short table.

Today seems so happy. From the start of the exercise until returning home filled by a harmonious family.