"You shouldn't spend this much money," my mother said.
"But it's for our Diolinda, Ma," I replied.
"I know. But you guys don't have to act stupid like this."
"Then what should we do, Ma?" asked Arga confused.
"Just fill this big bag with pieces of paper you -- Ella, you have to go there."
"Where?" I asked confused.
"To where the kidnapper is."
"I don't know where the kidnapper is," I replied.
My mom slapped her forehead in frustration. "You can call him for the kidnapper's address on the grounds that you're going there to give him the $14,000."
"But all I gave was a plain scrap of paper?" I asked.
My mom nodded. "If you don't come back within 30 minutes, Arga and Harry will come with the police."
My mom's idea is absolutely brilliant. I nodded and immediat
“Okay, let’s end this biology lesson with a prayer. Grace, please lead the pray” said mrs.Diana, my biology teacher.“According to individual beliefs, pray begins,” said Grace leading. “Pray enough.”I packed my stationery in my bag and walked out of the classroom.Just a few steps, a boy my age calls me, I know him. He is Wildan, my best friend.“Are you going home?” He asked.I nodded.“Don’t you want to hang out?”“Where are we going?”“I don’t know. To the mall, maybe.”“I don’t have money. I’m also lazy to hang out, Wil.” I said softly.“It’s okay. I’ll just asks Lula.&rdqu
I squirm when the sunshine sting my skin.What time is it now? I asked myself as I reached for my smartphone beside me.Me eyes widened when it was written at 06.45 a.m. I got up grabbed the towel and ran to the bathroom.It only took five minutes for me to shower and change clothes.“Don’t you have breakfast, La?” asked my mother.“I don’t have breakfast, Mom. I’m late,” rejecting me.“Your own fault why wake up late. Do you watch Korean dramas until three in the morning, right?” guessed my mother right.“Hehehe…”I blushed.“Keep on with your bad habit. If you get typhus again, feel it.”I laughed at the expression of my mother who was anxious to face me, whos
Tonight I look busy with a broom in my hand. My sweat started pouring down my temples. Apparently my bedroom is so messy that just tidying it up makes me feel like funning out of a marathon. I don’t know what got into me until started thinking about studying in a clean and tidy room. My daddy was amazed to see me pacing with my hands full of plastic drink bottles, dominated by soft drinks. “Oh my God, Ella, is that a bedroom or a dumpster? Why is there so much trash in your bedroom? No wonder if Kimberly doesn’t wanna sleep with you.” My daddy scolded. I just blushed to hear what my daddy said. “You sleep alone it’s messy like this, how about you sleep with other people?” continued my daddy. “What do you mean, Dad?” I asked not understanding. “You’re all grown
The lesson bell rang. Mrs.Laras has not yet arrived in the classroom, even though she is usually the most diligent teacher. Even 10 minutes before the bell rang, she was already in the classroom. I saw Kenzo, the ruffian student in my class running while hiding under the back seat. At the same time, a teacher in her 50s entered the classroom with a pair of scissors in her hand. She is mrs.Barbara. Who doesn’t know mrs.Barbara? the teacher who has taught at my school for 30 years is quite popular among student, especially naughty male student who deliberately lengthen their hair, even though it is clear in the written regulations that male students are not allowed to lengthen their hair. “Kenzo, where are you?” Mrs.Barbara’s eyes swept around the classroom, trying to find the whereabouts of the brat who had been running around the avoid her. After the drama of the chase, Kenzo was finally caught by mrs.Barbara. the 50 year-old woman seemed satisfied be
“What’s wrong with you, La? Why do you look gloomy?” Arga asked when visiting my house. “It’s okay.” I replied briefly. “Someone she had loved for two years came back after repeatedly dumping her.” Kris, my little brother opens his voice. I glared at him. How dare the runny boy reveal my secret to others, especially to Arga, someone we just met. “Is it true? Then, now? Do you take it back, La?” asked Arga enthusiastically. “What for?”
My class situation has started to be quiet, leaving only Isti and I who are still sitting in the classroom. I am still loyal to hear the express feeling of Isti about her father who is seriously ill. Not occasionally Isti cried. I rubbed Isti’s shoulder – I felt how sad she was. Moreover, Isti is an only child. “I am very afraid if something happens to my father,” said Isti while sobbing. “Sttt… it’s okay. Your father will be fine.” I said comfortably – though I don’t know myself if what I said was true. All I know is I want to strengthen her. “I’m afraid if my father will die of this disease, La.”
I comb my hair neatly in front of the mirror. Today is a decisive day where it is the pinnacle of my studying so far to get a position as a student in the medical faculty at my favorite university of choice. So far I have been trying my best to keep learning - taking many try outs to hone my academic knowledge. My cell phone is ringing. A smile rose from the corner of my lips when I saw the name of the sender of the message was Arga. Arga: fighting for today, my dear. I bet you can! ❤ My fingers quickly started typing. Me: don't you wanna come to cheer me up? I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips. I smiled to see the reflection of my face in the mirror. Those people are right, my and Arga's faces are very similar. Are we matched? Ah, I hope. Tiiiiinngg.... Arga: I'm having an event at my campus, honey. &n
My parents' faces lit up after hearing the news that one of the private universities in my city is still open for registration for the nutrition science study program. With burning enthusiasm, my papa took me to the test there. "Pray before starting the exam and keep focused on doing the questions yes," said my father giving me support. I nodded firmly, then walked into the exam room, leaving my papa alone in the waiting room. *** I finished the academic test, physical test, and interview test at exactly two in the afternoon. The worms in my stomach had been protesting because of hunger. Luckily my papa is sensitive to take me to his favorite food stall. We ordered meatballs and chicken noodles an