Gold And Diamond
PART 4 "Grey Uniform"

Do not forget to read prayer...🤗 Bismillah

The sun is creeping. The leaves of the mango tree that were blowing in the wind covered his face that had shone. Almost six in the morning.

I finished my cooking schedule today. Since I had come early at dawn, after teaching the Koran for half an hour, he immediately went to the vegetable basket. Meanwhile, Vey cleans the house because he has to get to school right at seven-past from home to school about twenty minutes.

Simple cooking with potency. Fortunately, Vey rarely protests if Kala cooks with an indeterminate taste, sometimes salty and sometimes too bland. Although, over all the cooking results were already good enough. Today she cooks cabbage vegetable soup, sausages, cauliflower, and carrots. Lauk tempe krispi and sambal kecap spicy level five. The cooking portion is also not much so that it is not too long. Because usually, later in the afternoon he will still cook again, whether still with the same or different menu.

The clanking clock indicates the minutes have already exceeded fifteen. Kala hurriedly picked up her shoes on the shelf after parting ways with Vey who had just finished her bath. He took out his bike from the side room that Vey had opened earlier as he was about to heat up the motor.

Just a few minutes away, he met Sharif. The smartest teenager in school who happened to have once had a class with him. He pedaled while engaging himself in light conversation. Sharif, who is basically a pretty humble teenage boy, makes her one of the idols of ninth-grade children - especially girls. But, not with Kala who likes to talk with Sharif because he knows where Sharif wants to continue college.

Syarif wants to continue his education to STAN. A very big dream. Ambitious. Naturally, because Syarif's father himself was a lecturer at IAIN Pasuruan, the campus of hope Kala. The lecturer who Vey said was pretty killer. But, fortunately Sharif is not like that. But, as Kala knows that Sharif is indeed typical of men who like to fight for things in earnest. With his intelligence and tenacity, it is certainly easy for Syarif to achieve his dream to STAN. And, one of the most important, that Sharif is a humble teenage boy. Who want to go cycling instead of using a motorcycle.

"Where would you like to go?"

"I'm here, Rif. Let's get Onni Vey too."

"You're cool" Syarif said spontaneously.

"How cool does that mean, Rif?"

"Nyambi school effort. I can't be like that."

"In fact, why bother making business if you have provided complete facilities with your father. Aye, right?"

"My brother wants a birthday. I signed the lettering dong."

"Oh, what frame size do you want?"

"That's a little big. The 20R."

"Eh, if that's so good a sketch of a face. Or the sketch continues to be framed the same doodle can also."

"Yes, yeah. Okay. I'll send you a picture."

"Okay, ready to wait."

The two teenagers were riding their bikes faster. Syarif precedes with his mountain bike which always looks kinclong. Meanwhile, Vey only uses Vey's butut bike first-age about fifteen years. At exactly half-seven, when the gate was about to be closed by the security guard, he hurriedly led his bicycle towards the parking lot. Fortunately, he was not late. Kala does not want to put a bad record in his report because it is considered an undisciplined student.

Just like Syarif, Kala is also part of the OSIM organization which serves as a religious section. Sharif as vice chairman. Since the other members who were invited to the meeting had not yet come, Syarif approached the dumbstruck Kala while staring at the school yard from the third floor.

Syarif pulled out his phone, then showed a picture of his brother.

"This for what is this?"

"Haaa?" Kala stammered.

Syarif spontaneously hit Kala's shoulder.

"Where? Your brother's photo?" Then, look at the screen of the Sharif mobile phone.

"This is what." He pointed to a half-body photo.

"It's not a full bagusan. It's good that it looks like the gesture."

"Said Onni, that's it. Let her face be clear. Unless it is bigger. Come in if that photo is."

"OKAY. I sent this one to you. Take hape, right?"

"I live in class."

While sending, Syarif threw a question. "I want to change the sexy publicist. I threw it at you, yeah."

"Well, what am I, Rif? So sexy publicist is not good lo. Must bother muttering."

"Yo. Treasurer's repair. Definitely treasurer. You should want. Gisti wants the October Olympics. Yes on the school milad week. I thought you were the one to replace him. Consider it a walk-through bonus. Ready for that."

Kala caught her breath. Then, nodding off. The two sections she avoids the most when she is a committee of any event are bendaraha and public relations. But Sharif forced him. From his tone, Sharif was very confident that it was Kalah who deserved the mandate to be a publicist. In fact, when in the administration of the August school event yesterday, he was appointed as a publicist.

"Who's writing seminar on the tenth day?"

"Let's discuss it with each other first. I have three options. Do not forget to prepare the energy. We still have events after the milad. Remember the end of October, we reorganized?"

"That's it, yeah, the show."

"Yes, it should have been in early August. But, Wakanya said to be retreated yes already. I also once gave advice. Poor OSIM kid tired. Augustusan, milad, keep reor. Pehhhh, really mummified me."

"Yes, Rif. But not papalah. Count our last devotion here. Yeah, right? After this we focus on exams, exams, and exams. Keep on being a student. It's not okay to stand in front of a presentation in front of a lecturer."

"May you be accepted, La."

Kala smiled. "OKAY. Aamiin. You too, Rif. You're from the sonnae already pinter."

"Eh, you're not memorizing either, are you?"

"Yes. The religious children's program."

"What wallet?"

"Hehe. Pray for it. Don't need to be questioned. Shame on me, Rif. Still a little."

"No. You should have a list of lectures abroad. Rich al-azhar it."

"Weeeeewws. Al-azhar's? God, I never thought of going there. Poor Onni, Rif, Rif."

"There's your brother too. Or you ask Kak Vey to marry me so that someone will nemenin."

"You're there, Rif."

"Commonsense is also Sharif's idea," Kala's inner. "Eh but Onni hasn't thought about it yet. Poor Onni. Haaah, yes. One goal rather than confusion. Dah wants to finish cooking still want to be confused." Kala does not want to be tempted by any lure.