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Prologues

So students are fun sometimes, and sometimes not.

Fun it is when the lecturer does not enter without giving any task. It felt like a ruptured boil in the hip. So relieved!

And it's not fun, when meeting a lecturer who likes to love stacks of tasks like dirty laundry at the boarding house. If the laundry is dirty, and lazy to wash love laundry. Problem solved. Well, if the task stacked to be given to whom? Other people will not just give their brain work to do the tasks of people. There must be severance money.

At the beginning of the month, squandering the pocket money was delicious. Without thinking about the risk of getting stuck at the end of the month. When it is the end of the month, yes the ends of the fast on Monday and Thursday.

If there is a friend who ngajan in old dates, do not ever answer; sorry I fast, because my wallet again drag.

Don't be!

That's the boarding boy's self-esteem.

Just say; as a obedient servant, not only the obligatory one to be carried out, but the sunnah one as well.

And the response from your friends will be one in nine. One person believed, and nine people did not believe at all.

Yeah, that's how a boarding boy is. Must hold. Especially fitting to see a friend of the super spicy meatballs at the end of the month, while the boarding boy must bite his finger while swallowing saliva that almost dripped.

First introduction, I'm ayu girl from Solo. He studied in Megapolitan and became a boarding boy. My name is Naditya Pramesti. From my mother's story, it is said that there was a heated debate between Dad and Uti. Uti insisted on rejecting Dad's proposal about Naditya's name, because it stuck to Aditya's name and was more suitable for boys. While Uti wanted to give the name of the new baby the mother gave birth to it - which was none other than me, namely Seruni.

Dad refused. And if I could talk by then, I would have refused. I'll tell Uti; I don't want Seruni's name. That's too stale. I live in ancient times.

In the end, Dad won, and Uti had to face the chest. But the souls of his parents cannot be removed. Uti forced Bude to give the name Seruni when bude gave birth to her second child. And Bude can't resist. Be, Seruni is my cousin.

Don't mistake. The meaning of my name is so beautiful. Naditya means sun, and Pramesti means queen. When combined the meaning of my name is the queen of the sun.

I wish I grew up and shone like the sun. The function of the sun is to give light to the earth. And I want one day - if I'm successful, I can be a ray of light to my family and anyone who needs my help.

I went to one of the universities in Jakarta. Faculty of Indonesian literature. Semester 6. Don't ask me about my work during college. A bunch. I can't count it.

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In the afternoon, I usually jog in the city park. Just to keep the body fresh and not easily tired. Understandably so students sometimes have to work overtime like a horse to work the deadline task.

I run around while listening to music from my phone. Every afternoon the city park is visited by many people. Just relaxing or dating. Recommendations a good place to cover a moment from the fatigue of activity and city congestion.

"Okay, sorry."

Damnit damnit! It was so funny to hum until it was not aware that there was a child in front of me. I hit him until he fell. The boy was crying hysterically while holding his scuffed knee. It's about two years old. That's just my prediction, if it's wrong please forgive. I don't have a child yet. Boro-boro has kids, no girlfriend.

"Sttts... Don't cry dong. Sorry, Brother, Deck?" I tried to persuade her to stop crying. My eyes wiggled to the right and to the left to make sure this kid went with whom?

"Who are you here with?"

"Hiks .. hiks..."

Goody. Instead of being answered, his cries grew louder. You little boy.

"Daddy, will you love cotton candy?"

Hope this trick works.

Savages!

The little boy nodded in between his cries.

I took a quick step closer to cotton candy traders. Buy two medium-sized cotton candies. One for the little boy and one for me.

"******! Om-om his father yes." I'm monologuing. My footsteps suddenly stopped. Staring at the horror of the man who is now squatting in front of the little boy, while the child has stopped crying and cool licking ice cream.

Don't run away?

A Nana abstained from retreating before the battle.

Okay, I'm back on my feet approaching the little boy.

"Good afternoon, Om," I said stiffly.

And the reaction of the Om is no less rigid. Error, not stiff but sharp and cold. The look in his eyes, the goosebumps. Armpit hair until standing up. Sorry, I mean rome feathers.

I grin. However, there was no response given by Om.

He stood up, followed by the little boy I hit earlier. The boy was still as excited and embracing the hand of the Om. Although he occasionally licks ice cream.

"I'm Nana, Om. I accidentally bumped into Om's son" my great-grandson. Then I turned to look at the little boy I hit. Bending our bodies to our height is equal. "Son't got cotton candy for you. Said he wanted cotton candy."

The little boy nodded enthusiastically. He took a cotton candy from my right hand. Then open the white plastic before the Om interrupts.

"Don't Aa. Mommy will be angry" he said. Interacting with his son is good, there is an expression. Si Om tried to snatch cotton candy from his son's hand, but his son was smart. He just ran away.

The Om looks at me.

Crazy one!

The horror!

"Other times do not buy food for small children. That's not healthy."

Si Om lectured me after I kindly comforted his sullen son. Basic no thank you.

I cleared my throat after gawking for a few seconds. Look at the cotton candy that is still intact in my hand. Then, I pointed the cotton candy at the Om who managed to make him raise one eyebrow.

"Oh, this is for Om. Let's not fight with his son. Again, I'm sorry, Om."

Again he flinched. No response at all.

This is Om-om really cool. Soky. Why would anyone want to be with him.

"I'm not a child. And I'm not Om you" he concluded before leaving me and running after his son.

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