A girl wrapped in a thick blanket with loose hair still closed her eyes on that sunny morning.

The girl who was fast asleep was unconscious, where at this time the mother was already in her room to wake up her beloved child.

"Zela, wake up. School, son," said her mother as she opened the curtains in the girl's room.

The reflection of the girl woke up from sleep, rubbing her eyes. Slowly she opened her eyes and found her mother there.

"What time, ma'am?" He asked, squinting looking for something hanging in the corner of the room. After getting what he was looking for. Immediately the girl's eyes glared sharply and opened wide.

"Haaaahhh..."

"So don't stay up late. Just stay up late, for a long time your eyes are all black."

"Yeee. Mother, do you think Zela's eyes are like what? Zela's eyes are beautiful. Not like Panda's eyes." He interrupted while taking the towel hanging behind the door of his room.

"You already know that you are still late and you are still running at length. Go take a shower!"

"Oh, this mother. Do you know that Zela was late, how come you didn't wake up earlier?"

"You usually put alarms on. Blame your ears. Or yourself too sleepy when sleeping."

"The alarm is wrong, ma'am. Why doesn't it sound too loud."

"You keep on slipping. Just take a shower!"

"Weh yes ma'am," chuckled the girl as she walked to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, the girl who was familiarly called Anzela or Zela was ready in her school uniform. White gray. Because it happens that today is Monday, and it's time to take part in the Flag ceremony at her beloved SMA Bhineka.

Lawrencia Anzela is a beautiful girl, thin lips, dark eyes, and long brown hair. This girl who was born on June 20 is very cheerful and cheerful. She is known to be very humorous in making friends. Very good at talking and brave to face people, and is not a shy girl. Make no mistake, behind all her independent attitude Anzela is a girl who highly values ​​self-esteem.

Anzela is the only child of Mahendra and Cris. Both parents let the girl decide what is best for her daughter. There was no restraints, coercion or demands that his parents had for Anzela. This family is quite simple with all the sufficiency there is. Anzela grew up with a strong and strict upbringing. So that it gave birth to a girl who was tough and loud to face everything.

"Oops, ma'am, you are such a jerk. Zela is definitely late, ma'am. Later there will be a ceremony and Zela will definitely be punished."

"Yes, it's okay to be punished a little, it's okay. As long as you have breakfast first,"

"No, ma'am. Zela just left, ma'am," said the girl as she took toast on the dining table.

"Woy," called the mother after seeing her child have reached the front porch of the house.

"What else, ma'am?" asked Zela after taking the time to turn around to the dining table again.

"Say goodbye first. You are a kind of child of tempeh. You can be late but manners don't forget," said the mother, holding up her hand to the front.

The girl could only chuckle in response to her mother's words. Immediately she took her mother's hand and kissed her mother's hand.

"Thump, Zela said goodbye. Pray for the school to get a mate."

"Eh, anake sopo to koe ki? So, the school got knowledge. Not a match," said the mother in an exasperated tone.

Eh, whose son are you?

"Yes, her son, the beautiful mother of Cris, is like a princess from heaven, which is beautiful in the view of the wilderness of the country of Yogyakarta-"

"Hurry up and go, Zella! Already know how late you have even been pouting from earlier."

"You said you're not papa late?"

"Yes, it's okay if your appearance is already neat. After all, the appearance is like a tire repairman, how come he said he wanted to go to school."

The girl examined her appearance again while eating the toast that was in her mouth without holding it.

Because his hands are busy carrying school bags and shoes that he is carrying.

"You don't put the clothes in. What do you want to do? Want to follow your father? Become a punk in high school?"

"Stop madam. Zela is late. The lecture is pending later. This is also forced because of the short hours. Babay is a beautiful mother," said Zela, kissing her mother's right cheek briefly.

"Be careful. Go straight home. Watch out for wandering. Not pagerin you later."

"Yes. Ready commander," replied the girl as she ran toward the front of the house.

He traveled twenty minutes by public bus. Usually he went with friends from his housing. However, because the girl was late now he was alone. After arriving in front of the school gate. Anzela, who was still carrying her shoes and bag, snorted roughly because the school gate was already locked tight.

"Oh my God. The fate of a dodol school child, like Anzela, is like that." he muttered softly to himself.

"Who asked to be a fool."

Anzela immediately turned her face to the side with a surprised expression after listening to the words of a man who was already standing there.