"So the shoreline on the south coast of Java can be dangerous in these months due to the effects of tropical cyclones that—"

"Excuse me, Pak!" A voice interrupted and made all eyes in the class turn for it. Even me, who was about ascending to dreamland, also cast a look.

"The class administrators are called by Bu Idin to her room."

My ears stood up in an instant when someone talked about the class administrator this or the class administrator that. For some reason, I wanted to hit and crush some tables to vent this stuffy chest.

t.n. The frustration she has because she does not really want to be a class administrator.

Pak Muhsin snorted. "The class administrators, go and quickly meet Bu Idin. Come back to class immediately after that."

I stood up along with Ian, Dani and Anisa. I frowned as I saw this combination of the four of us as class administrators. I'm serious, not lying at all, the combination of me, Anisa and the gay duo looked like a failed combination.

t.n. Gay duo is refer to Dani and Ian.

But I don't want to bother to think further about why it is. The four of us lined up like ducklings, those country bumpkins sitting in the class looked at us with envy because we didn't have to listen to Pak Muhsin's class which was like lullabies.

The girl that I didn't know where her class was who just informed us, was no longer there when we left the class. But no one asked, neither did I. I'm just a bit curious where the girl's class is, because she looks like a junior. The most important. Out from Pak Muhsin's class.

t.n. Bu Idin is their homeroom teacher, so she's wondering whether Bu Idin also teaches class from lower grade not just the same grade. For information, 11-5 is the second grade of high school. So 10-N—first grade, 11-N—second grade, 12-N—third/last grade.

***

Bu Idin nodded when she saw the four of us in front of her desk, I don't know what made her so happy to see the four of us. Bu Idin handed Anisa sheets of paper, while talking—or she actually lamented.

"It's almost the end of November, soon it will be final exams and classmeeting follow after. The end of the semester like this always makes us busy with many events. Look at Bastian and Siska, how many times now they have been quarantined this year. Their time at school is too short compared to their time in quarantine, makes Ibu tired all over accompanying them to go back and forth to Tanah Abang. Fortunately, Bastian is smart, he advised Ibu to choose new class administrators. Seeing you two, Ibu feel relieved."

t.n. Teachers more often refer to themselves with 'Ibu' (F) and 'Bapak' (M) rather than with 'I' but still there are some who use 'I,' just a bit rare.

Bu Idin's eyes, which did not move from Dani and Ian's figures, suddenly sparkled because the lenses of her glasses were exposed to light.

So ... I was wrong.

Bu Idin was satisfied with only Ian and Dani, not them added me and Anisa along.

"What Ibu gave you just now is the Indonesian language test grid, Ibu gives them now because tomorrow Ibu has to go to Tanah Abang again to accompany Bastian and Siska to the OSN closing ceremony. You should remind your friends, don't be so loud during Ibu's class tomorrow.

"Then, there are also forms there for those who want to take part in the classmeeting. It's a different form from what was given by the student council, this one is specifically for short film and English essay competitions. The file of the short film and the essay should be attached to the form before giving it to Ibu later on. Those files will be put in the school archives so if there were inter-school competitions, it can be joined in when it was suitable."

We just nodded while listening to Bu Idin continue to speak.

"Oh yeah, have you notified your friends about the technical guidelines for the classmeeting yet?"

Dani, who was with Ian participating in the technical guidance briefing, answered right away. "Not yet, Bu. I'll explain it when the class is finished, but I already shared the document file yesterday."

"Oh, I see. That's fine too. Don't forget to explain and share the form later, okay?"

We merely parroted, "Okay, Bu."