My Youth My Love Story

MYS 1

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Call me Anggi. My full name is Anggi Sekar Arum. I am now in tenth grade at Prembun Agricultural and Livestock Vocational High School.

Do you know where Prembun is? It's still Indonesia, in Central Java for sure.

Why can I be in Prembun, an area that I just found a few days ago. At that time my father told us, I mean me and mom will move to Prembun.

My father's job was as a station head who always moved around tasks. And I was a child is tired of hearing it and tired of having to pack my attributes that are not much.

In junior high school, I've moved three times. So each level of my class is different schools and different regions. Seventh grade in Tegal. Eighth grade in Mojokerto. My ninth grade moved to Cirebon. Pas SD does not ask anymore, lazy the story. Seven moves in six years. I don't know which city I forgot. Miris anyway.

So you can imagine how I'm still a teenager who has to move schools. Tired. He's chasing his work lessons and not having any friends. My fun friend most parking at the station because the rented house is very much the same station where my father carries out state duties. Sometimes also help the mothers of sales stall guards. That's all you're looking for pocket money while waiting for dad to come home from work.

My days are nothing special. My biggest dream is to be able to return the village to Ujung Berung the birthplace of my mother. Know the place, still near Jatinangor Unpad. I also want to go to college there. The place is cold, near the study of Aam Gym. My grandmother was very happy to go to her studies.

My younger brother Anggoro Saputra lives with three of my grandparents. I was told where my father was going. Evil old man. My little brother is the only one who cares a thousand percent about my grandparents. Well I, let alone given attention, have made breakfast the same pocket money every go to school has been a big profit.

This is even worse when dad told others that he couldn't let me go in the village with my grandparents because I'm a favorite girl who in fact must be within the reach of parental supervision. Keep my little brother don't need that?

And where is the affection if I am treated in such a way that it is not even more calculated that my mother's father is as careless as they are?

Yes, I can be independent. It means nothing on its own. At dawn, my father had left for the station. Mother was ready to go to work at bank BRI subdistrict in Purworejo, came home already night and usually, I also have slept.

Well, that's my flat life. There's no fun. Every day just wants parents to come home from work to sleep. Lazy friends, if later fitting is familiar left to move again. It doesn't feel like it.

The incident I experienced fitting in seventh grade, junior high school in Tegal is quite fun, lol. Tiwi, beautiful and nice girl. Her hair is long, her skin is white like cinderella anyway. We were friends and had to separate when my father moved to Mojokerto in East Java.

For a long time, we lost contact with that, and it made me not want to eat for seven days. How not, in the past he is still old school. Can only SMS, and my snack money ratio is not much. So the main factor I am far away from Tiwi is none other than money. Cruel is this world?

So now I don't want to have a close friend. As necessary if you know the same age. Don't expect it, let alone upset. I'm a poor girl whose smartphone is still blackberry fake.

Hello... It's 2021 at the end, it's going to be 2022 again. Mom and Dad are very miserly about technology for this only girl. I would be very embarrassed if there is a call from my father or mother because the smartphone is very bad. I'm a young man, I want rich slang of other children. You can teach simply.

And where do you want my father or mother to make this absurd desire of me? The answer is always to save my college expenses later. Seriously, I am also not a category of genius children or pinter who always rank or exemplary students.

Well, how about yes, want to do it again every year I change schools. The fate of being the son of a train employee is as scary as this, not good at all. Don't try to try. Guaranteed to regret your whole life.

"Anggi Sekar Arum?" Call the class as a licensee. Her name is Meriska Suryani, a beautiful rich Indian artist. Plus the rotten sapodilla skin.

"Present." I'm afraid.

"Budiman?"

"Present." A curly-haired guy. Seriously the name-rich bus between cities? Is he the son he has?

"Jonathan Marthies Hyedt?" a slightly stammering voice of Ms. Meriska spelled out the long name of the hard bin.

"I'm here." Answer the tall foreign guy with white brown hair in the corner.

I glanced at the lyrics of the man. Rich people are real boys. But it must not be circumcised by the child.

Heheheh. Sorry, I'm so sorry.

If you look or danger there is a rich man the Jono thought my subconscious has automatically been driving rich that.

Maybe often danger the story of grandmother fitting out of studies huh? But why, I became a flame of study?

My brain base is stupid, huh?

I don't care. Just this class, most of next year I'm not here.

"Stefie Laraswati?" exclaimed Mrs. Meris for the latter.

"Present." Long-haired girl. It must be a rich person, obviously from a super cool look.

As a pure girl, I must have sent the same she dong. For me, let alone to the hair salon want to cut my hair that has been very long really can not be by my beloved mother.

"The girl had long hair. Let it gracefully rich your name." his command from ancient times was embedded in my brain.

The beginning of new lessons has not been much activity to learn to teach, classes are very noisy. Noisy. Especially his students who are only twenty-two. And most guys.

The percentage is 20 percent for girls versus 80 percent for guys. There were five girls and seventeen guys. And worse I just realized, I think I entered the wrong major.

What major is this anyway? Who entered me at school like Gini?

Of course, the main suspect is my father. Did he put the servant in the crocodile cage, to this farm school?

I'm capable.

It will be complicated affairs if I have to practice rice boy in the same rice fields hoe-hoe in the garden.

OMG, what sins did your servant commit until it entered the pit of the suffering of this sadistic fate?!

-TBC-