You Sweet Memories In My Suffering
Chapter 12: Cultural Arts

"For guys!" It was Raka, she knew that voice well.

"Let's welcome our partner Romeo and Juliet in tenth grade!" Cheers of someone you know is Reno.

Ella with a disheveled face chimed in, "What the hell, not so obvious!"

"Well the household tempest is back, lo apain Ka, is he?" Faisal did not lose the frenzy.

Raka just smiled, "Chickens are usually PMS."

"Wah must be careful lo, if necessary be ready," said another child who Kinanti forgot his name.

Kinanti was a little envious of Ella, wasn't that girl so happy there was someone beside her?

Even someone who will patiently deal with it when the middle of the month comes.

If only Kinanti had a boyfriend as well as Raka, surely her life would be a little fun.

Astagfirullah, Kinanti shook her head, what she had just thought.

Inget Kinanti you don't even have time for that.

"Good morning, kids!" A teacher enters the classroom.

Like the cue all automatically sit in their respective places. But Kinanti was a little worried because his colleague Syahril still did not enter the class.

"Include me Bima, who will be teaching Cultural Arts lessons in this class, maybe some students already know me, but it doesn't matter I will judge fairly." Unlike the teacher most Bima looked more relaxed.

Kinanti had never seen Bima before, but it felt like she recognized someone very similar to the man currently standing in front of the classroom.

"Whose back seat is it, how come there's still an empty seat?"

Ask later. The whole class saw a seat next to Kinanti.

"That's Shahril Bang, uh sir. She's always late, well, her son!"

Faisal pointed towards the door where someone who had been discussed had casually entered the classroom.

Seeing the presence of Syahril, Kinanti was finally able to breathe with relief.

"I'm sorry I'm late sir, you know what .... " Sahril looked a little surprised to see Bima.

Bima casually folded up his sleeves up to his elbows, "It turns out the first day I entered Nusa Bangsa directly met the students who will test patience."

"I'm sorry, sir, I haven't had breakfast so I'm going to the cafeteria for a while."

Although surrounded by curiosity why suddenly his neighbors are in school even in his class Syahril tried to be as normal as possible like students in general.

"What law do we fit into?"

Bima tried to take advantage of his current position by playing around a little with Syahril.

Syahril glared in disbelief, "Sir, I promise I won't repeat it again. I just sat down, right?"

"Should be punished sir" chirped the little blond student named Liam.

The whole class cheered compactly, "Law! The law! The law!"

"Okay, calm down. Do not disturb the other classes that are learning," said Bima try to calm the class that looks a little chaotic.

"Em, Shahril, since it's a Cultural Arts lesson, I'm asking you to sing a song."

Now everyone is cheering, like getting a free concert ticket. Unlike the Kinanti who was only silent since earlier observing what happened in her class, she did not comment much.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't sing. I promise tomorrow-tomorrow won't be late, really sir, can I sit down?" Instead of carrying out his sentence, Syahril tried to plead to be passed this time.

"Yes can't. Please Syahril. Children let's see the appearance of Shahril!" Welcome Bima excited like a talent search MC who was greeted by cheers from students in his class.

There was no other choice, now Syahril could only look at his classmates with annoyance.

What song should he sing now.

Finally he decided to sing the song Dewa 19 entitled Treatise of the Heart.

"Reff yes sir," he bargained resignedly.

Not wanting to waste more time, Bima finally agreed to Syahril's offer.

"Yes, I can."

I can make you fall in love with me even if you don't love me,

Give a little time for love to come because it is used.

Without waiting for a response from Bima and his friends Syahril immediately ran towards his seat.

Then everyone laughed with his behavior, although some also seemed disappointed because they only listened to a little part of the song.

"Applause everyone," said Bima to attract the attention of the whole class.

Kinanti now turned to Shahril who was right beside her, "Wah it turns out your voice is good."

Shake his head in a sign of disbelief with the compliment, "No, I'm so ashamed."

"Well, now we're back to our lessons, kids."

Everyone refocused and took out his writing equipment.

"For the first material we will discuss Drama. Surely you know, if learning is not always through the material. Therefore I want you to make a real Drama show that I will take value."

One of the schoolgirls raised her hand, "A group of our own choosing or a decisive Father?"

"What was your name before?" Ask Bima to the student.

"Melisa sir," he answered while showing his nametag.

"Okay Melisa's. So because you all number 30 I will form into three groups with ten people each, yes" explained Bima.

Bima opened the absences located on her desk, "For her members, I am free to choose. You can discuss with each group. I'll give you one week to show."

Everyone looked surprised, "Well, sir don't dong, we need time to practice."

"Okay, two weeks then?" Bima gives another option.

"Ready!" Answer everything in unison.

Except Kinanti of course, somehow this time he felt pressured by the task. Which group would accept himself to be a peer.

Unlike Syahril, the young man is now even engrossed in scrolling the mobile phone in his hand.

Kinanti increasingly panicked when he saw the front row seats began to form a group, they did not spend long to choose colleagues.

"They've been a bunch from the previous class." Syahril seemed to be aware of what Kinanti was paying attention to.

"Huh? How can?"

"Do you not know? Lo all this time slang the same who the hell Ki, can not know them." Syahril was getting inexhaustible.

It's not that getting Kinanti's enlightenment is getting confused, "Ha, I mean?"

"Ha, he, ho, lo mulu. Those kids hit it, look at how it looks, and try to pay attention to them if they get together always together," pointed Syahril right on Kinanti's face.

Then Kinanti remembered Sarah's story the other day, oh they said one gang, why she thought almost every day she heard the children hits it.

"They're already a school from Junior High, horrors anyway. Besides they're all pinter, surely the top ten has no gap for anyone else to enter."

"You mean they're going to be filled in with their names?" Kinanti still did not let go of her gaze from the group of student students in front of her.

Unlike the other corners of the class, they do look automatically docked without having to discuss it first.

Then there is no hope for Kinanti to join.

"Nyari sono group," told Syahril to slightly push Kinanti's shoulder.

Lazily Kinanti looked at the person beside her, "You yourself why not run?"

"Woi, Shahril! Here don't you, want me to drag?" Someone from the group they were talking about called Shahril.

Syahril then moved, "Gue does not need to look at the group anymore. The Spirit of the Kinanti."

Still with a smile that Kinanti found annoying, Syahril left her seat.

Now Kinanti little know the nature of Syahril who according to him it might be said to be annoying, meaning that his compatriot had been boasting that he was smart and hits it? ah it's been today how many times has the word hits he said.

Just look at the moment he had just joined his gang, smilingly waving his hand towards Kinanti.

Aware of something Kinanti took a breath and exhaled many times, for some reason lately he was very easily upset, but usually he only considers all things happening around him only the wind then only.

Kinanti now had to focus on venturing into joining any group, thinking only that the value of her Cultural Arts should be well filled.

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