The Foreign Taste
Bully

The next day, Ranum and Kania leave for school at the same hour. When the two of them left, Kania looked scowled.

"Why the hell, Nia? Manyun merely," asked Ranum attentively.

"Sister nyebelin ah. Why try turning the hairstyle into a ponytail again. The comb is the middle! Wasted Nia's magical hand yesterday to work," Gerutu Kania.

"Duilee ampe segitunya want to see Sister look beautiful. It was Gini's sister. Kania who looks beautiful. So you're good and you don't have any rivals" Tempta Ranum.

"Got fun ah Brother mah. Tomorrow don't cry if the guy that Big Brother likes even back his love to Kania!"

"Yes.iya.." Ranum replied with origin.

And throughout that day, until the third day of MOS, Ranum no longer received excessive attention like yesterday.

Only Tika dared to comment on the change in her appearance which Ranum then answered with an answer,

"Yesterday got a prank adek. So dressed as he pleases."

Tika received Ranum's answer. And he didn't change his attitude. The two are just building their friendship.

From their conversations, Ranum learned that Tika was a Buddhist Buddhist.

Tika is the youngest of four sisters. His house was very close, in a narrow alley beside the school. Tika is friendly, sociable, and loves to paint.

The MOS ended on day three. Of the many exculi that show the content of his activities, Ranum is interested in following the extracurricular Music and extracurricular ROHIS (Islamic Rohaniawan).

SMAN 2 Y city does require students/students to follow a minimum of two extracurriculars and a maximum of four extracurriculars. While Tika follows the art of art and PMR exculus.

And tomorrow the day after, begins the gray white uniform time for Ranum, Kania, and his colleagues.

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It's a Sunday. Tomorrow's first day Ranum's white-gray period will begin.

Now Ranum is sweeping the terrace while Kania sweeps in the backyard. Mother from eight o'clock has left for the Almeer boutique.

While Dad was sewing in the living room. There was a clear sound of the old sewing machine when Dad used to sew clothes.

After sweeping, Ranum mopped and then finally he rested for a while in the porch of the house. It was at that moment that suddenly there was a whimper of Dance who had just come in the courtyard.

"Anum. hyix. Dance to school in SMAN 2 ah. School in Pinang mah. There's no temen."

Dari then took a chair sitting next to Ranum and took part in siphoning the fried banana that was on the plate.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Uhh, there's Bu Dayang. Why Ma'am? Face to face very."

Kania's voice suddenly sounded on the doorstep. He then sat on the other side of Ranum and followed the fried banana.

"Don't bacot much Lu. The cave is sad again. The cave doesn't have any of me in class. No friend wants to talk. Every time the cave made contact, people were even on a regular retreat. Why are you saying that?" Complain Dance.

"Because Lu stinks of times!" Seloroh Kania's.

"Hush! Wry acem! Seriously, don't joke around on you. This really is a very sad cave. What because..." Dance seemed hesitant to continue her sentence.

"Why Rie?" Tanya Ranum quietly.

"Is it because of the fat dance? Boys often laugh while worrying about dance. Girls in class are also on vague whispers. Sad. huaa.." The sobbing dance clutches Ranum's shoulders. The one hugged, immediately patted his best friend's shoulder. Kania then woke up and hugged the head of Dance as light as time. Then he sat down beside the dance. He's speechless. Don't know how to entertain.

For some time the atmosphere was quiet. Just heard a sedu sedan from Tari. Then my father's voice came out on the doorstep.

"Ehh, there's Dance play. Was it old Tar? On what is this? Hugs Teletubbies?" Joking Father.

Dance hastened to wipe away the trace of her tears. Then he got up to Nanda tuk Salim's father and sat back in his place.

"New dance came, Dad. Hicks.."

"Lho. Crying dance?" Ask Nanda back.

The one being asked is silent. Shame to be found out Dad was crying. Kania answered her father's question.

"Bully!? Really Tar? Ama who? Here let me face the guy!" Cecar Nanda with a fiery.

Dance was still embarrassed to answer. But in his heart he was moved because Dad cared about him.

When Tari recounted her complaint to her father to change schools, she instead got wide-ranging advice.

Papa talks unclear about being a tough and independent child. Hixes. Dari felt Papa did not understand what he was going through.

"So gini, Dad. Dancing is sad because the class friends no one wants to deket same him. Though he often chatted, but instead dicuekin. And he often felt his friends talking to him while whispering. That's what makes Tari want to change schools," explained Ranum.

"Astaghfirullahal'azhiim.

Father then went into the house to take a bench where he used to sew. Then he put the bench about a meter in front of the trio of teenage girls to then sit there. Slowly, father said.

"The patient dance. Maybe friends of Tari do not know if Tari tuh good child, happy to help, friendly and loyal. So Dance do not be bored to continue to say hello and invite their obrol. They also know Dance for a long time."

Nanda paused for a moment. He saw that Tari and her two daughters listened solemnly. Then Nanda continued to give advice.

"About whispers, try not to prejudge that is not good, Tar. The word ustadz is also partly prejudice is a sin. Keep a positive and open mind. Dancing with a smile that makes people cheerful. If there are still people who like whispers behind Dance, yes cuekin aja,"

"We can't allow everyone to like us. There must be people who don't like it, even if we've done good,"

"But Dance must be inget. God always gathers good people with good people. And the bad guys with the bad guys. So the important thing is that Tari continues to behave and do good,"

"Remain sure, God will love good temen also for Dance. Allah away from the Dance of the friends who are not good," said Father at length.

"Aamiin.." said Tari, Ranum and Kania together.

"But, Dad. It's sad that I don't have friends.. Dance story to Papa about this, but Dance instead got scorned. Tari has to be tough. Independent lah.." lamented Tari slowly.

Nanda was silent for a moment. Before finally speaking.

"This is where the need for Dance to be patient. Consider this a test from God for Dance. Can dance be patient? Could it be a cheerful dance, right? If the Dance still patient to always cheer up and do good to the parties that bully Dance, Dance will pass. And so a tough and independent child as called Papa Tari,"

"So Papa Tari there really is also. Papa Tari Pingin Tari become more independent. Tighter still. So later when Papa and Mama Dance is next to Dance, they will not worry about Dance again. You see, Tari can deal with all the problems well. They love Dance."

Dance is still down. It digested Nanda's speech.

"But Fat Dance Yah. hence the cement at a distance," complained Tari again in a quiet voice.

"Dance.a good friend will not look at our physical or wealth or cleverness. They will accept us as we are,"

"So if you want to find a good friend, look for those who want to accept the advantages and disadvantages of Dance. Let those who do not want to dance. The important thing is that the dance has not been successful."

"Udah Yah.." replied Dance.

"Well. Goody. If you have been kind, be patient with the reply of the attitude of the cement, Tari just stay so tough child. Don't grieve. Especially sad for those who do not care about Dance. It's a pity that her tears, "Evidence to them if Dance a brilliant child. Accept those who want to dance for what it is. Hitherto. Happy year. Enjoy his High School days. It will not happen again, you know, for your days to be fun and meaningful. Okay everyone!"

"Yes, Dad." Answer them simultaneously.

A few seconds later I heard Adzan zuhur roar.

"Noah. Thank goodness adzan. Dad prayed first. You also pray first. Praying at the beginning of that time the reward was great."

"Yes Dad. Thank you, Dad." replied Dance.

"Yes, Dad," replied Kania.

"Yes, Dad. After the adzan is finished, insya llah directly pray deh."

And Nanda went into the house. While the three young women were especially listening to the sound of Adhan that sounded shahdu.

A beautiful voice calls His servants to return to his Lord.

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