As pretty as a Butterfly
Chapter 25. Ms. Rosi is depressed.

On Campus.

Today there was something different with Jelita, this time the girl worked excitedly with a cheerful look on her face. He smiled even more, even though many students did not like him.

"Morning ...."

"Morning ...."

Jelita swept the courtyard, occasionally stopping to greet for a moment the freshly arrived students while smiling kindly.

He never tired of greeting all students, even though no one cared and no one wanted to return the greeting.

"Morning .." said Jelita, then turned back to continue her work.

"Morning .." replied one of the students who made Jelita stop working and glanced at the man who had passed from before her.

"T-lord ...." Jelita smelled a smile.

"He returned my greeting, hihihi." Jelita gave a small laugh, and infuriated a woman who had just arrived.

He walked up to Jelita and without hesitation packed the trash can in front of him, until the contents also scattered in any direction.

The sound of laughter also boomed, along with the action of Jelita chasing the trash can that rolled away from its place, due to a loud kick from Floren.

Jelita was swept away when the noise of laughter all around, making her re-conscious with her low status.

"I shouldn't have laughed earlier .." murmured Jelita.

Floren smiled cynically, then stepped away leaving Jelita crouched to pick the trash back to its origin.

"Junk! .. You're nothing but trash! Dare to tease my man" said Floren as he walked into his class.

Jelita only resigned to accept the treatment, but she returned to her spirit if she remembered her mother.

"Mother alone is struggling with her pain, when I give up just because of trivial things."

Jelita breathed out a rough breath, then stood up and smiled cheerfully back. He walked freely like there was no burden in his life. Make all eyes look even astonished made.

"Well, the rascal has gone mad, has received sad treatment every day still can be as comfortable as that," said Sandra looking out the window.

"Maybe his brain is a little troubled, even though I'm tired of working on it every day. But she still survived and assumed nothing had happened," Mika replied massaging her temple.

They sighed but Michael smiled faintly, he shook his head slowly and closed his eyes.

"God ...I didn't think" Michael muttered and looked back out the window. Because it is his hobby.

Floren smiled faintly towards Michael, who did not look at him at all. The woman approached Michael and sat beside him without permission. He did not care about the people around him especially to the owner of the chair that had been pouting since earlier.

"From now on, I'll be sitting next to Mike" Floren told the owner of the chair earlier.

The man just nodded his head resignedly then grabbed his bag with a rough hint of gurgling, while throwing his face and chopping his lips like a grouch.

"Geeh! You little granny, as cruel as Eike," She wept bitterly as she waved one hand at Michael, the man she loved.

"Bye Babe."

***

Floren pulled one side of his lips and played a finger on the table chair, which used to belong to the canned pansy Boy. He glanced at the man next to him and said the thing that made Michael's ears piqued.

"Mike dear," said Floren full of affection, making Michael immediately glared at him.

Floren put on a smile and looked at Michael who was already annoyed at him.

"Why Mike, what did I say wrong? You're my boyfriend from now on. Yesterday we were betrothed, right?" said Floren slightly raised his voice, making everyone surprised unexpectedly.

"What girlfriend?" tanya Mika broke down her chair table.

"What's the basis for Mike being your girlfriend? look at that rascal. He is still perched there" Sandra said, not accepting Floren's statement.

Floren was anxious, but he was not angry because he had won. They were noisy but Michael did not care, he chose to leave the class even though the lecturer would soon enter. Rosi's mom who always waver when she meets Michael.

The aura that emanated from the good looks of this one man, in fact made a beautiful lecturer whose husband worked outside the city was throbbing erratically. Especially the bottom.

***

Michael breathed his breath rough and did not see Jelita sitting in the shade under the tree. Michael and Jelita sat back to each other and were blocked by a large tree.

The innocent, innocent woman also sighed with fatigue, until the two of them gasped and looked for the source of the voice.

"Who is that?" ask Michael and Jelita at the same time.

They were like children who were playing hide and seek, but not for long their eyes clashed making the two put on different expressions.

Jelita immediately looked down in fear, but Michael only mendehem saw Jelita.

"Cirain who ..." reply them together again.

"T-master what are you doing?" jelita asked but did not look Michael in the eye.

"Sitting down, you think I'm hanging." Michael answered tightly and immediately turned his face away.

Jelita closed her mouth and went back to work and ran away from there. Looking safe he thought.

"Jelita, how is your mother?" michael asked, but Jelita did not answer because it had disappeared from there.

"( ..)" Michael is still waiting for an answer.

"Curtain!" he's whining. Michael immediately frowned because he felt cheeked, but when he turned around Jelita was no longer there. He also drowned like a dazed person.

"Syall!" his curse was upset because he usually hurt people, but now he is the one who hurt others. Not accept anyway.

***

Feeling himself calm, Michael returned to the classroom. Miss Rosi who teaches casually suddenly sweats when she sees Michael, she also becomes an installment.

Especially when he saw Michael's two hands buried in his pants pocket, he gulped his saliva with difficulty. I don't know why his eyes always point to the middle.

"M-michael .. sit down!" ms. Rosi's orders were depressed when Michael was motionless because he was lazy to sit next to Floren.

The lesson resumed, Floren shifted his seat to be closer to Michael.

"Who can answer this?" mrs Rosi asked her student.

All of a sudden stiffened, but Michael immediately raised his hand. Ms. Rosi came back cold hot as Michael walked up to her.

The half-baked mussel scooped a marker from Ms. Rosi's hand. "Warm," he said softly when Michael's hand accidentally touched him.

Then without many words, Michael wrote all the answers on a white shiny board correctly, making the eyes all amazed. Including Miss Rosi.

"How is Miss Ros, is my answer correct?" ask Michael.

Ms. Rosi gasped as Michael looked at her sharply with a hint of a smile. The chest of the flower regulates the breath. "Yes!" he answered quickly and let Michael back on his bench immediately.

Ms. Rosi who felt depressed was forced to push the class before her time, because she had to go to the toilet. Feeling that something is wet, but not because of sweating.

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Chandra Men's Mansion.

Meanwhile Madame Caca contacted someone while holding her aching waist. Because it was in the bathroom this morning.

He asked the man to monitor his son who was on campus.

"Sandy, I'm asking you to give me news about Michael while he's on campus. Who he hangs out with and one more ... Please tell me a girl named Jelita. I'm asking for the data in an hour."

"Okay young lady!" obedient Sandy.

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Seriate.