Dear Monsieur Pasteur...

Yah, sebetulnya gue males ikut AEP, alias Afternoon English Program--semacem pelajaran bahasa inggris selesai sekolah, sore-sore. Gue pengen pulang terus tidur, itu aja isi pikiran gue kalo masuk jam pulang. Tapi ya karena ini diwajibin sama sekolah, dan kalo gue protes terus ujung-ujungnya gue diceramahin sama kepsek soal AEP dan bilang kalo gue tetep mesti ikut, mending gue ke AEP. Pasrah. Ikhlas. Minal Aidin (?).

Kayaknya gara-gara gue ga lancar ngomongnya.

Udah beberapa kali ikut AEP, biasanya gue ditontonin video terus mesti nulis apa isinya, apa kata didalamnya, siapa tokohnya dsb. Sekali juga gue disuruh cerita soal gue mudik ke Cirebon (karena gue emang ke Cirebon), misal soal Nasi Jamblang atau tentang Cirebon yang jauh lebih panas dari Jakarta.

Kali ini gue disuruh nulis cerita random, tapi gue mesti combine (gabungin) science dengan history.
 Misal Budi Anduk Oetomo dan penyakit pada tembakau (yep, tumbuhan pun bisa sakit!). Gue sih simpel aja, gue pilih Louis Pasteur. Tapi ngga harus beneran pas tokoh yang muncul disitu, tahunnya dsb dsb.

People who understand english will get the joke. (I hope)
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"Please! Could you help me?"

"Alright, calm down. Please have a seat."

This evening I was finished my experiments about a mysterious bacteria that attacks wine. I was wondering how could this bacteria appear. And it's because the bacteria come from the outside, not appear in the wine all sudden. Most people believe the bacteria appear from its wine itself. Then, I made some experiments about where is the bacteria from. I became famous after a newspaper made a news about me and my experiments. People from every corner of France came to my house at Paris only to solve their problem, like a disease in Butterfly's cocoon.

"Alright, Pasteur." he says. "My name is Henry." He shook my hand. "I got a problem with my chicken farm. Most of  my chicken infected by antrax and I have no idea about what to do.". I put my hand under my chin, thinking about the antrax. "Alright. So, what could I do for you now, Monsieur Henry?". Monsieur Henry said, " Could you come to my farm tomorrow? It's about 80 km from Paris". I agreed, and he thanked me, shook my hand once again, and then he left my house.

The end.

*Time out satu*

Waktu gue serahin ke gurunya, namanya Mr.Aryo (cara manggilnya emang gitu), Mr. Aryo baca sebentar terus nulis di atas kertas gue. Begitu Mr.Aryo selesai dia langsung serahin kertasnya ke gue. isinya:

*kembali ke TKP* (ngga, ini ngga termasuk!)

"Hey, Pasteur, I think if you go to Indonesia and go to Bandung, anyway the called it Parijs Van Java, you'll be famous and errr... maybe they will have a street named after you." he said. I nod and ask,

*Time Out dua*

Gue ketawa-ketawa pas baca ini, pas errr-nya itu lho. Ini belon selesai, maka gue lanjutin,

*sekali lagi, balik ke TKP*

"Really?". Suddenly he said, "It was. Now it's a big shopping center. You and my chicken will be the mascot there. I'll give you some of my infected chicken.". He continues, "Don't forget to use this!' and and give me a big chicken costume.

The real end.