
Ruben, Uti, Celly. last year, Candi Ratu Boko.
yet, we still talk about those good old times.
that moment we were eating Soto Maknyak on lunchbreak, ignoring the ringbells and imagining what to say to Pak Sugeng when we arrived at class 45 minutes later.
that moment we were pretending to sleep in the class, Diwa was provocating us, made a boring Bahasa Indonesia subtitute teacher was annoyed, deliberately. I forgot her name — wait, I REMEMBER IT, Ibu Subiantini. so sorry, ma’am. blame it on Diwa
) that was the naughtiest thing I ever done to a teacher. sorry friends, I was a nice girl.
food poisoned after ate bakso, me and Ruben. Celly still laughs her ass of about that.
talking about grades. talking about marks. talking about subjects. talking about the teachers. talking about boys. talking about the gossips happened those times. talking about others. no, we never out of topic to talk about those times.

