"So . . . who proposed an introduction like this, Kar? It's like a concert, not like a race - be careful!" I shouted, ignoring Aldi's introduction and Mila's first question.
"This is all Mila's idea. Mila said... by making the atmosphere not stiff, and it would bring the two schools closer. That's it, Lam."
"Oh...."
"Baby patchouli!" cried Lala hugged me tightly, then sat beside me. Mediate Sekar and me.
"Already begun?"
"Yes."
"Your boy will win. The teachers say... your guy's IQ is high."
"Hopefully," I answered. I'm not worried if Ricky can't answer Mila's questions. What I'm concerned about is... if she can't stay sweet with Aldi. Because they are one team at this time.
"Nilam!"
Curl my face. It looks like Mrs. Marita is calling me. I hastily got up, approached Mrs. Marita, who was busy.
"Yes, ma'am?"
"You can ride a motorbike?" she asked. I scratched the back of my neck, confused.
"I-"
"Now... come to Pak Hamdan's house to ask for a stamp. Because tomorrow we have to distribute the gifts."
"But, ma'am—"
"Mr. Hamdan cannot attend today until the day after tomorrow, Nilam. I have lent you Maman's motorbike."
Why not just Maman?
"Okay, ma'am," I answered. Though... I still want to see Ricky answer those questions quickly. I hope Ricky wins. One prayer I say for him at this time. That's enough... nothing more.
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It took 45 minutes to arrive at Mr. Hamdan's residence. Whereas usually... other people can arrive within 30 minutes. Honestly... I'm not very good at riding a motorbike, what's more... on the highway. Just don't fall, thank you.
That's what I wanted to say to Mrs. Marrita earlier. But... I know that he is not the type of person anyone can deny.
Am I still going to see Ricky in that smart—observant? I looked at the stamp that was now in my hand. It seems... impossible. Remembering if ten minutes more, the race will be over.
I rode Maman's motorbike again to go back to school. I have to hurry... so that Mrs. Marita doesn't get angry because she's been waiting so long.
"Hey, Deku!" My eyes looked at the gentlemen in brown uniforms with green vests. I quickly turned my motorbike, but many other vehicles were behind me. The men ran, then caught me, who was about to leave. How about this? I got caught by the police!
"It's you! School hours are sloppy! You are reprimanded and want to run away! Where's your driver's license!"
"Sorry, sir... I—"
I should have... I refused Mrs. Marita's orders.
"I... I! You don't have a driver's license, do you? Come with me to the police station!"
"But, sir—"
"COME ON!!"
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I've been at the Police Station for almost an hour. In fact... Mrs. Marita has already called the police and will soon come to straighten this out. A gentleman named Irawan told me to go home in ten minutes. But... I'm still shaking. My body is still not stable to stand up. In my whole life, this is the first time I have been arrested by the police, even though I used to think that I was a good citizen. In fact... no.