Fifth Cerpen story

I sat leaning against the bench brown. HVS hand clutching a piece of paper with a text on it. This class is empty. Because this is a free day after a week yesterday I carry out general tests semesters 1. But I'm not alone in this school. Due to my other friends were outside looking down saw other students who were playing volleyball. No, they are not playing. They compete. Very true because today is Classmetting event at school. Are like the previous tradition, this Classmetting held to 5 days.

I almost do not like to attend a race like that. Because I do not like physical competence. While the 5 day filled activities I hate most. Volleyball, basketball, futsal, badminton, and football. Therefore kuurungkan my intention to follow this Classmeeting. Either personal or class representative XI TKJ 1.

I was in class XI now. TKJ is the name of my course. Computer Network kepanjanganya. Of course that majors that exist only in SMK. His name is also SMK. Therefore Classmettingnya only physical activity.
But this handheld flyer I made me happy. I got a flyer from Mading school. I just smiled a little and berdecik amazed to read this announcement. I have never thought. Finally my school held a short story writing competition.
Wow! I do not know how to express this. Which obviously I'm very interested and I'm happy though not necessarily win. I have often write short stories, but I do not know which one will I lombakan. Suddenly someone came startled
"Look, Colah." I was shocked and immediately looked from the paper to the door. Turns out it was Ivan. He was my best friend. Especially in vocational famous men and naughty.
Colah. That's what they call me. Because the name of Mohammad Noor lengkapkku Sholachuddin. Kutoleh to Ivan.
"What Van?"
"Come CS." He asked me to play Counter Strike. More often we refer to CS to facilitate pronounce. We are often playing Counter Strike in Lab School when spare time. We play with more friends. I do want to receive the invitation Ivan. But this leaflet should be written a maximum of tomorrow I collect stories. Meanwhile Ivan closer to me. Looks like he's interested in my leaflets this handheld.
"Hey, it's brochure short story contest, right?"
"Yes, but I want to send confused which is which."
"Your first short story was cool, you ever lombakan." True said Ivan. I think my first short story is good. Not just me who said that. In fact, all that has been read. Starting from friends, relatives, friends, girlfriend, to his girlfriend. Oh yes, my teacher too. Sure cool, but still lost. Certainly lose, therefore I Include in a national magazine contest. Sure there are thousands rival.
"Actually, I I Include the first. The title Love Do not blame God. But there are eight page short story, while demanding maximum of 5 pages, "I said.
"Kan can be shortened," Saran Ivan.
"Not me, it looks like a piece cut can affect the spirit of tersbut short story."
"I love, language thriller Look, Colah."
"Ha Ha Ha Ha. Did so anyway. "
"Do not you have stories anymore?"
"I still have four. But I think it was better than the first. "
"So what?"
"The story is ugly. Even mending curhatan Alay on Facebook Van child, "
"Hahaaha .. Yes've made longer alone." Said Ivan.
He'd been talking while standing. Then we go to the Lab for following our other comrades. But I was there to write short stories. Ivan said he would help. "Yes! Let's make-short story "Teriaku in the liver. My spirits began to smolder despite not yet know what I will write.

Arriving at the front door of the Lab, I pulled off my shoes. Then my grammar neatly on a shelf of shoes that indeed there are many other shoes. After that I opened the door, it was right here has a lot of friends.
I think the cold started to go through the pores of my skin. So cold that made me shudder. Fortunately, I still wear socks so it was not so cold. I saw my friend fun moving the mouse and keyboard presses. They just glanced toward me blink and Ivan who had just arrived.
"Come Lah, Colah terrorists, so my team." One of my friends asked me to join playing the game to CS.
"Later, I and Ivan wants typing first short story."
Then I and Ivan looking at a blank computer and started turning it on.
"Van, I do not know what to write."
"Starting from the first step dong. Choose a theme. "
I thought for a moment to menncari a theme. But my mind feels stuck.
"I'm confused why. Try your proposal theme. "
"Emmm ... What if ... the theme of sport," Saran Ivan really sucks. He did not know if I hate sports.
"Sports? If the sports theme, perhaps the story like this. Some people are confused nyari theme for a short story, then his proposal sports theme, sports theme then the proposal was killed, mutilated, constantly dumped into the river. How? "Ivan terperanjak moment and then burst out laughing.
"Hahaha .. funny you this. Oh yes, why do not you just make a funny short story? "
"Cerpen funny? But where can I fabricate a funny incident. "
"You're what? This just funny, you know. "I was silent for a moment and began to think. Ivan was Kuresapi sentence. Until finally I got an idea. I smile.
"Aha! Yes! Thank Van. Never mind that as soon as you play CS alone. I've got an idea. When you're finished I'll tell you. "
"Okay .." Then Ivan got up from the chair seat and look for another computer.
"I'm a terrorist!" Cried Ivan the more friends. Then I start typing and concentrate on short stories that will be made.

An hour passed, finally akku finished well. Then I ran from Lab headed into space for print journalists. I was able to out space journalist because I served as Chair in Journalism extracurricular now.
After I printed it, then I copied into 3. One part I gathered in the student council room. The other part I leave to Ivan and I save it in my bag. Then I ran back to the lab again.
Arriving at the Lab I screamed so make Ivan who was playing Counter Strike surprised.
"Van, Van! Look! Cerpenku already finished! "Then I handed it to Ivan. He stopped the game and he seemed interested in seeing cerpenku and immediately wanted to read it. I waited until Ivan finished reading it and comment on the stories that have been ku created.
"Well, sip Lah! The story is simple but unique. "He said it with a smile. Ivan like reading text on the paper dialog. Not like to comment on.
Why is that? Because the phrase "Well, sip Lah! story is simple but unique. "There is the short story that I type. Maybe everything will be curious about the content of that story. Because the actual content of that story is that of the earlier you read! ranging from beginning to end this.