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18. Both Victims of the Contention


The man who was reading looked towards Madya. Daniel's cheeks flushed like after being hit by a tennis racket. It may be exposed to a tennis racket, or it could be a mosquito racket that gets a stun bonus.


"Why are you cheeks?"


Daniel did not reply, only a stiff smile from his lips.


A small memory of Daniel stopped by Madya's mind despite the lack of detail.


"Have you been beaten?"


"Just slap [Just slap]," replied Daniel.


Akh, speaking of Daniel kayak speaking of bule. You genius boy! Fortunately I'm already the mbok-mbok version, if it's still an old version where I know what 'slap' is'. (Madyyas).


"Ehm .. would you like to report to the teacher of BK [Counseling Guidance]? I'm looking for it if it's still in school."


"No, no" replied Daniel.


There was a gurgling of water from the male students' bathroom near the warehouse. Out a student one class they both. The student was the one who, when the chemistry guy was poking Daniel, he thought Daniel's back was chocol.


The student's face was more bonyok in the eyes, swollen.


"Whoops!" Madya surprised. "Wasp stung?" tanyakanya.


"Hit the same way" said the bengal student, pointing at Daniel.


Madya turned to Daniel. It's impossible for Daniel to do that.


"I'm just bales" Daniel said.


Aunts in the body of the 17-year-old girl now understand why Daniel's cheeks look like mangroves out of the temple. Turns out he was slapped. Funny thing is, he retaliated and the one avenged was more severe in his face.


Madya almost laughed. "Pppffhhttt ...."


"Do you want me?" ask the student who looks bad.


"No, I'd like to laugh again in the Friends series."


"Huh? Friends?"


"Yes, why? You never watch? It's been there since 1994."


The student whose eyes were curling up looked puzzled. Madya has tried hard not to be confused with the spectacle of the future, but it seems not so successful.


"Niel, watch out for you!"


This time Madya could not help but laugh. "Buwahahah's. You didn't see your face? Worse. Cook, you're nagging Daniel?"


Having not seen the bengal student's form, Madya can interrogate Daniel safely though the answer may be just a nod, a sash or a word with a few syllables.


"He slapped you?"


Daniel nodded.


"Keep you bales? That's her eyes swollen because you hit her?"


Daniel nodded again.


"So we can't report to teacher BK because you will get it?" madya asked making sure while smiling ironically.


Yes, the one who attacked even lost and did not know the shame was still threatening. The threat was like a cocoon that the caterpillar had left behind, empty and tired.


"Why don't you go straight home?"


"She asked to wait."


"Jeez, you're so innocent, Niel. Uh, whose name is he?"


A name? Aren't the three of us in class? (Daniel).


Although not very familiar with the others, Daniel memorized 40 names of residents of class 2 C. Not a single letter escaped the man's memory.


Frowning in astonishment, he replied, "Ehm ... Zul, Zulfiqar."


"Why were you slapped? Do you hate each other? Or ... oh, girl's whip?"


"Because I don't cheat."


Akh .. to be honest. Try me was not a cheat from the table, I would have asked for a cheat is also the same you are a handsome doctor candidate. (Madyyas).


"Yes, now you go home! Looking for it with your parents. Next time if there is an incident like this, immediately report it to the teacher BK let the Zul be guided." Unknowingly, Madya issued aunty-style advice.


The man then left from there. I don't know why the handsome man who was rarely exposed was according to what his friends said.


Asked to wait, he waited. Asked to go home, he went home.


But despite being submissive, he was not a person who could be stepped on as well. The proof is that he is not the Zul. He's much better than the old version of me. I used to cry, I couldn't fight. (Madyyas).


They are both victims of bullying. However, the situation is different. Daniel can fight while the old version of Madya is not able to do anything. []


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