Miyawlova
Dreams of Glory 1

I and I went back to the library. Incidentally after changing lessons there was an empty hour, so Gilang and I decided to go directly to the library. Here the conversation can be more conducive and not worried if someone just eavesdropped on our conversation.

I sat in front of a wide alley table, about five meters by five meters. In the middle there is a stack of books that have not been equipped with the same officers. His former reading was a previous visitor.

Gilang aka Papoy KW rested his head on a stack of thick books and one of the hardcover books was made as a face cover. While I sat next to him.

"Come on Gilang, how come that sleep? Did I start first?" I said I was impatient.

POV Gilang aka Papoy KW:

This is a very urgent matter I think I made to discuss with Papoy. But my mood went up and down along with the pain in my stomach was also unbearable dizziness. I closed my eyes on the pile of books.

“Yeah, fried noodles! Idler really bokapnya,” I grumbled while covering the rice box on the bench in the third row.

Robin and I moved to the next table.

“Udahan yok, Lang. They'll be back in a minute,” Robin said.

“Ah, noisy you!”

“Gue bring nugget rice. Paroan aja yok? Please don't know well,” Robin said again.

While I now struggle to open a box of supplies made from cans. Anjir, it's hard to actually open this doang! “Where the hell is this the way?” i said.

I don't have long nails, Robin, either. So we both sucked to open this box.

I'm the same Robin deliberately did not join the ceremony for the sake of carrying out our routine mission. A mission that is very much lost if abandoned, namely helping the students.

It was only ten minutes until the headmaster's speech was startled. After that, the 5-6th graders will enter. I'm the same Robin must have taken and eat the contents of the box continue to return to its place in the shortest time. Anjoy, rich text proclamation aja.

“Wah, fried chicken!” said Robin who managed to open the box. “Lu want?”

“Ais, let's go,” I said while turning the can over to the student bag. My eyes go from one bag to another.

“This one!” I said as I pointed at the pink Barbie vibe bag in the first row. “Tas that look expensive. He must have brought good food. Yok, here!”

I and Robin move towards the target bench. I embat bag Barbie, open zippernya and tadaaaa. I found a red food box that there blink-blinknya. On the lid there is a spoon container as well.

“Crazy. Doang food box can be this good!” I said while opening the lid.

“Wah chocolate tart cake!” i said. It's really been my lucky day and Robin's.

“Eh, not all. The rest for those who have. Kasian knows,” says Robin.

“Although only I eat a little still will be found out too, so mending I finish,” said I.

“Cut it in half, pity,” Robin said.

“Cut it pack what?”

“Pake ruler,” proposal Robin.

I ran to my desk. I took the ruler and I cut the tart neatly.

“Gini yes? Okay, yes?”

“Auk. Not mine,” Robin shrugs.

“But you are my chum,” I said.

I offered Robin a bite to the cake. He's nolak. I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm gassy for that tart. My fingers are full of oil because of the cream.

“Why don't you bring supplies?” ask Robin.

I answered with a mouth full of food.

“Gue don't want to take away my bokap. Doi work cook mulu, time must be added to his work because of making nyiapin I doang?”

“Yes I said if I am not hungry.” I put some chocolate cream on my fingers. Then, we both started hearing the headmaster's voice ending his speech.

“Tomorrow I bring you lunch.”

“Ga. My boss is the same nyokaplu cuisine. Fried rice mulu every day,” I said.

Time goes on, the power feels short. Know the commander of the ceremony has told respect. The power is still bright the cellar ceremony.

I and Robin also heard the students who were talking again, he said they would pause until the class. I put the rest of the cake in my mouth.

“Quick! Fast!” said Robin.

I closed the food box and put it back in Barbie's bag.

“Who is sitting here?” ask Robin.

I reached into Barbie's backpack and found a brown-coated notebook. I read it there it says

“Ratna Memtari Subandono, Subjects: Mathematics, Class 5-6, SDN 03 Morning North Jakarta.”

“Terlarah. Are you finished yet?” ask Robin.

I hung Ratna's bag to the chair, the original place.

“Come go,” my word. We ran to the back row, sat down and leaned our heads against the table. We closed our eyes and pretended to be sick, the reason we didn't attend the ceremony.

“Children begin to enter the classroom. Al the results of the class were now filled with low boisterous four dozen ten-year-olds.

Miss Pipit, our class teacher arrived a long time later. The mood of the classroom becomes quiet. “Multiple,” he wrote on the board. Before all the children sat in their chairs.

I sat up straight and stuck out my neck to look at Ratna. She was wearing a red skirt, white clothes like the other disciples. Ribbon adorns her braided hair. He sat down while facing the teacher with a very serious expression.

“IIIIIIHHH..”

Ratna screamed and jumped to her feet. He picked up the brown-stained ruler from the chair. The back of her skirt is now stained brown. “Yes Lord!” ratna's shrill voice caught the attention of the entire class.

“RATNA, SIT!” Bu Pipit shouted in a voice that , her tight horn, made the children in the back row goosebumps. Bu Pipit does not like commotion, even though the source is a sweet braided girl.

Robin and I exchanged worried looks. We've left evidence.

“Bu, someone put a dirty ruler on my chair. School skirt dear new so dirty,” Ratna whining.

The whole class laughed and broke out crying Ratna.

“What?” ask the teacher. He put down the marker and took the ruler from Ratna.

Ratna keeps sobbing sedans. The teacher walks down the bench. The disciples shrieked in their respective seats as Bu Pipit passed by them.

“Who brought the chocolate cake today?” inquiringly.

“I,” says Ratna. The girl opened her lunch box and realized that it was her own tarts that had caused her skirt to get dirty. Increase his roar.

“Someone ate my cake,” Ratna cried out loud. The loud horn, the class next door can definitely hear us.

“Half your cake,” I really want to tell you rich like that. But I just said in my heart.

Robin looked at me. “You confess?” whispered.

“What are you crazy?” I whispered back.

As Bu Pipit passed by, I stared at the floor. He was wearing high sandals with a sound when he hit the floor. I clenched my fists. My fingers are greasy. The teacher walked back to the front of the class. He took a tissue from his wallet and wiped the ruler clean.

“Ayo confess. Otherwise, the punishment will be heavier,”.