The Gang'S
Story Parts

I ran down the big street on the edge, occasionally glancing at the watch, “Astaghfirullah already wanted to enter.”

I speed up the pace of running, breathing hard I did not think, the legs felt cramping. However, time is indisputable, and it is increasing with each second and minute.

At exactly 7am, I stopped in front of the gate of Garda High School. I breathed for a moment while squeezing my pupils whose pain was not due.

Pak Satpam approached and said, “Live in, the gate will be closed!” I nodded and went inside.

Returning to walk with slow steps, when I arrived at the XI class of IPA 1, I immediately sat down in the legend chair next to Via.

“Nevent delivered again the same Brother Johan?” asked Via who was looking at me with a dim look.

I nodded, “Biasalah, she was so if you've been called by her doinya.”

Via nodded expressionlessly, “That's the average guy, don't want to lose.”

“Yes but, I adeknya, anyways I also want to go to school,” ocehku who invited Tara and Alya docked at my desk.

“Try the story, Can,” said Alya who was half-dead, to the point of willingly pulling his chair closer towards me.

“Iya story dong, Can, kepo nih!” timpal Tara also kepo.

I let out a heavy sigh, looked at them one by one, and began to tell them, “So I was about to leave for school, but ... Brother Johan suddenly got a phone call from Kak Tina to pick him up as soon as possible, so yes I was left behind. Where I prepare the school tuh have to be repeated, you know myself how I go.”

Tara, Alya, and Via nodded, simultaneously giving elusan on my shoulder. Until Alya said, “Sabar ye, the fate of the second child is usually always apes.”

“Gue the second child, but not apes,” timpal Devi who immediately sat on Alya's lap while eating a light snack.

“Sianjir, dateng-dateng instead sat on my lap, lo heavy body, Dev!” it was Alya who pushed Devi's body.

“Ck, lo body heavier times Alya!” it was Devi's lips that made Alya turn her face away.

“Udah ah, noisily your work, tired of me! Run around like a marathon man!” seruku who straightened her legs while massaging her slowly.

This leg feels like it wants to get out of the body, it hurts so much. Not to mention the breath still has to be set to return to normal.

Shortly after, Farah came, carrying a stack of books in her hand.

Alya, Tara, and Devi returned to their seats. My other classmates were like that.

We give our greetings and go back to listening to what Ms. Farah said. He's the math teacher of all of us, and he's a little kind, but expressionless.

Maybe the burden of the Mathematical formula makes him lose expression in his life or maybe it was so from birth.

I dismissed the conspiracy theory of Bu Farah's expression that does not exist at all, until suddenly my name was called by Bu Farah suddenly, “Cantika Audya, go forward.”

“Hah? I'm Bu?” I asked Miss Farah.

“Yes you,” answered him which made me gulp saliva.

I got up from my seat, walked closer to him. He also handed me a book wrapped in chocolate, “Your grade is increasing, diligently learn yes.” I nodded, and sat back on my back.

One by one the students and students he called, plus encouragement to improve his learning. I thought he could read my mind.

“No idea, no look, males,” my answer made Via shake his head.

“That's so weird that I,” his great-granddaughter who immediately shut up, and opened the book.

The lesson began, when the book division of each student and student had. The material conveyed by Bu Farah did enter, but when given a matter, all the matter seemed to disappear from this brain.

I could only knock on the table, hoping for time to pass, and change sports lessons.

Perhaps the prayers of a zolimized schoolgirl like me quickly came out, the bell ringing loudly. The change of lesson hours also made smiles bloom throughout the students and students radiated.

Ms. Farah ended her lesson, and rushed out. Truly the magic teacher who was without the slightest expression.

I took the gym clothes from inside the bag, and headed for the bathroom with Via, Tara, Alya, and Devi.

We change clothes in turn. Once everything is ready, we go back to class putting our Thursday uniforms in their lockers, and again rush to the field to warm up.

Today the material is playing basketball in groups, of course my group is they are LorezQ gang friends. We got a co-star from Sabilla's group.

“Gais, we have to win,” I said as we were welcome to start the game.

“Hust dong ...,” said the excited Devi, embraced by me and friends.

“Ayok Alya, Devi, Tara, Via, Cantika. Don't keep huddling!” squeal Mr. Bondo who made me and friends parrot, “Iya, Sir.”

Me and my friends gathered together, standing in their respective places. Preparing a swing from a co-star.

When the basketball was thrown by a referee who was none other than Mr. Bondo himself, I immediately seized the ball. Dribble and pass it to Via which is then passed again to Tara and lastly passed to Devi which is near in the basket area.

And, Devi received the ball, then put it in with a beautiful throw. The ball goes perfectly into the basket.

“One coin for Audya Cantika team!” shouted Mr. Bondo, plus the calls from some of my classmates who cheered the spirit.

Now, we fight the ball with the opposing team. But, again the team I can seize, and score points.

The points between my team and Sabilla team continued to grow, until in the end my team managed to seize the last point. That's where it was that made us win.

This victory made my team cheer, while the opposing team was disappointed. But, this was only a lesson so they did not mind it.

“Gais, win dong!” it was me who made them smile.

“Mantap,” sahut Tara who showed his happiness.

“Geng LorezQ ... Great, can, champ! Huhah! Pedes time!” Cheers me and my friends in a low voice, ending with our crisp laughter.

Victory belongs to the LorezQ Gang, we must be able to seize that victory in order to be ours. Of course with effort, not because it adds the name alone.

Me, Alya, Tara, Via, and Devi. We all have our own ambitions to achieve our goals and objectives. And, it just so happens that we have the same goals and targets. Makes us a whole team.

I am happy to meet those who have the same ambitions as me, so I can fight together without having to struggle with solitude.

For me. The team is a comrade-in-arms, a friend, and a family that must solidarity indefinitely.