Hello there! I'm back from bali!
Here's another story I make! It is a bit inspired on me and my school trip to bali!
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Rafif sat quietly in the backseat of his parents' car, staring out at the darkened streets. It was nearly three in the morning, and the city was still cloaked in the silence of night. Next to him, his twin brother Rafi was dozing off, his head bobbing with each bump in the road. Their parents, whispering softly to each other in the front, were driving them to the school where all the ninth graders were gathering for their graduation trip to Bali.
Though Rafif was excited, he had a hard time showing it. Emotions always seemed to hide just beneath the surface, elusive and slippery, refusing to be expressed fully. He could laugh, sure, especially when something was genuinely funny, but most of the time, he kept his feelings to himself. Rafi, on the other hand, was a bit more expressive but still on the reserved side compared to others.
When they arrived at the school, a buzz of activity greeted them. Students and teachers were milling about, sleepy but energized by the prospect of the trip ahead. Rafif and Rafi's parents helped them with their bags and hugged them goodbye. As Rafif watched his parents drive away, a sense of adventure tingled in his veins.
The students boarded the buses, chattering excitedly. Rafif ended up sitting next to Mr. Hartanto, one of the more laid-back teachers. Rafi, meanwhile, found a seat next to his best friend, Reza. Rafif glanced over at them, seeing Reza animatedly talking and Rafi nodding along. He turned back to Mr. Hartanto, who smiled warmly.
"Ready for the trip, Rafif?" Mr. Hartanto asked.
Rafif nodded. "Yeah. It's going to be fun."
The bus rumbled to life and soon they were on their way, driving through the pre-dawn darkness. Rafif found himself talking more than usual, encouraged by Mr. Hartanto's friendly demeanor. He even showed Mr. Hartanto a picture of his older sister, Siti, who had graduated a few years earlier and was now working as a graphic designer.
"She's pretty," Mr. Hartanto commented. Rafif grinned mischievously.
"I can give you her number, if you know what I mean," Rafif said with a wink. Mr. Hartanto laughed heartily, causing a few students to turn and look curiously.
The bus ride was long, but filled with laughter, snacks, and even a few sing-alongs. As they neared the coast, the excitement grew palpable. They transferred to a boat for the final leg of their journey. The sea was calm, and the gentle rocking of the boat lulled many students into a light sleep. Rafif stood on the deck, watching the horizon slowly brighten with the coming dawn.
By the time they reached Bali, it was around five or six in the morning. The air was fresh and carried the scent of the sea, a welcome change from the bus's stale atmosphere. Instead of heading straight to their hotel, the group went directly to RM Kenaga Buleleng for breakfast. The students and teachers piled into the quaint restaurant, filling it with their energy and chatter. Rafif enjoyed a plate of nasi campur, savoring the variety of flavors that Bali had to offer.
After breakfast, they made their way to Pura Ulun Danu Beratan, a famous temple situated on Lake Beratan. The temple seemed to float on the tranquil waters, its reflection shimmering like a mirage. Rafif felt a rare sense of peace as he wandered the grounds, taking in the serene beauty. The other students were equally awed, and even the usually boisterous ones spoke in hushed tones out of respect for the sacred place.
Rafif's camera clicked as he captured the moment, wanting to remember the tranquility and beauty. He took a candid shot of Rafi and Reza, who were busy posing for selfies with the temple in the background. As they moved on to explore more of the temple, Rafif fell into step beside Mr. Hartanto again.
