drama kelas IX

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Name

Ø                        Vicka berlian ocktaveantari

Ø                        Vicky berlian ocktaveantari

Ø                        Bunga hayati

Ø                        Elifia zulfa endela

Class: IX.1

                     Dear , vicka and vicky

                                                            Parents

Assalamualaikum wr , wb .

            This letter for vicka and vicky parents specialy for vicka and vicy mother , I send this letter to say your doughter psicologis not stabil maybe it’s because miss you and I want lavite you to come to dorn to give some spirit , for your doughter , I hope you can to come.

Thanks

                                                                       

                                                                                         Pcilogis teacher

At home

Dela    :oh, my chid…
             what happen with you?

In a dorn

Vicky : sis, what should we do now?

Vicka   : I don’t know…

Vicky   : I cant do anythink
              my brain full of home..

Vicka   : ok,how about we tell all to pcikolog teacher?

Vicky   : but, I shy

Vicka   : we don’t need shy its ordinary

Vicky   : ok !!!

They walk to pcikolog teacher room

Vicka   :(knock the door)
             knock,knock,knock…

Bunga  : who is there?

Vicka   : we vicka & vicky

Bunga  : oh you, may enter…

Vicky : thanks miss…

they sit front of pcikolog teacher

Bunga  :what happen?
             you have some problem?

Vicka   : I think I have pcikolog problem…

Vicky   : me too…

Bunga  : may be because you cant adaptation in dorn condition?

Vicka   : I think we have it….

Bunga  : or my be you have your home and mom,,,

Vicky   : I think it is true,,because every time I have imagine about mothe cooking.

Bunga  : ok, I know its ordinary.                                                                                                                   But, I say you should serios about your study, if you have focous you will forget                 it,, just try ok !                                                                                                    

Vicka   : we will

Vicky : thanks miss !

Bunga : you are wellcome                                                                                                                            have you feel better now…?

Vicka   : I think yes

Vicky   : thanks miss

Bunga  : are you certaint, because we just discause with 10 minutes.

Vicka   : ofcourse
             may because your answer clop with my problem.

Bunga  : ok!

Vicky   : miss we will go.

Bunga  : ok..

Vicka   : thanks miss
  Vicka & vicky back to thay room

Vicky   :sis,,,I miss mothers cooking..

Vicka   : me too.

Vicky   :because it, I eat mothers cooking.
            I fell in the food have
            love and care

Vicka   : it is true,,

            in the psikolog room, miss bunga have  visitor. the visitor knock the poor

Dela    : (knock the door)
  knock,knock,knock..

Bunga  : who’s there?

Dela     : me ,vicka & vicky parents

Bunga  : oh, hi..please come,,

Dela    : thanks
             (sit biside  pcikolog teacher,,)

Bunga  : (sit in here chair )
  Ok thank for come

Dela    : its not problem
  Miss , are you sure  that my child have pcikolog problem

Bunga  : I think
  Because they not focousto study

Dela    : oh.. my child

Bunga  :  I think tou can see your daugther now

Dela    :  are you certain

Bunga  : of course

Dela    : ok thanks miss , I will go now
 ( stand up and go )

In the vicka and vicky’s room

Dela    : ( knock the door )
              knock … knock … knock

Vicka   : wait !!!!!
 ( open the door )

Dela    : hi vicka !!!

Vicka   : mom …
 Why you can come ?

Dela    :  you Pcikolog teacher send some letter to me , say you need me . !

Vicka   :  oh . .

Dela    : where you sister ?

Vicka   : oh vicky ,
( call vicky )
Mom is come

Vicky   : are you sure ( walk to the door )

Vicka   : of course

Vicky   : mom .. . . ! !

Dela    : hy vicky  ?

Vicky   : mom you know ? ?
  I’m so miss you .

Dela    :  me too .

Vicky   :  have you bring some food ?

Della   : oh , no I’m forget

Vicky   :  oh . . but I’m so miss your cooking

Vicka   : how about we make it ?

Della   : are you sure .

Vicka   : sure

Della   : I think  no kitchen in this room

Vicky   :  you wrong . .we have kitchen

Dela    :  great ! lets we make ! but we must permition to your Pcikolog teacher

Vicky   : lets me do that !

Della   : ok , thanks
 ( vicky go to Pcikolog teacher  room )

Knock the door

Vicky   : tok ..tok

Bunga  : who is there ?

Vicky   : me vicky

Bunga  : you may come !

Vicky   : excuse me miss .

Bunga  : what happen ?

Vicky   : I want get your permition

Bunga  : for ?

Vicky   : I want cooked in dorn

              Kitchen with my mom can we

Bunga  : of course

Vicky   : thank miss . .

              Oh , miss if you want try my mothers food you may come to the kitchen

Bunga  : thank vicky

Vicky   : miss I go now

Bunga  : ok

            vicky go to kitchen

Vicky   : mom , we got the permition from Pcikolog teacher

Dela    : ok we will make fraid rice

Vicky   : yess

Dela    : cut the opinion , and prepare chilli

Vicka   : yups

Dela    : same oil

Vicky   : ok

Dela    : frait the onion

Vicka   : like this

Dela    : ok , let me do that !

Vicka   : ok

Dela    : whre’s the chilli

Vicky   : this the chilli

Dela    : ok wait until 5 minute

              ( after 5 minute ) vicky give he rice

Vicky   : sure

Dela    : ok we just need all ingredient mix

              ( a minute letter )

              O the frait rice is ready for eat

Vicka   : yea . . .

Sundenly some on come

Bunga  : ok , the food has ready . but dorn food is ready too

Dela    : oh,,oh problem we eat it too

Bunga  : ok lets we eat

Vicky   : ( eat the fraid rice)
  yups  different with dorn cooking

Vicka   : I agree with you, because mom cooking I fell love and care

Vicky   : its sure

Bunga  : I think its true
  every mom want see her child happy and it we can see in food

Dela    : (smile)
 ok lets we eat

after that dela will go home

Dela    : vicka, vicky I must go home now

Vicky   : ok, mom

Dela    : I should go now

Vicka   : ok,,,
             but you must coe tomorrow
             and bring your cookng, ok,,

Dela    : ok,
             bye..

finished