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29. Dance Classes

"As ... Us!" shouted Madya, but ignored by Asa.

Madya was unable to catch up because the clock had shown at 7.30 am. The first lesson will begin soon. He entered the workshop room while remembering international dance lessons that he really did not like.

In the large workshop room was filled with students from classes 2 C and 2 D with 2 dance teachers namely Bu Helmi and Bu Agni.

"Today we learn a new dance material, the Quadrille." Ms. Helmi opened a new dance material.

Madya let out a very, very relieved sigh as she was about to learn new material. He didn't have to bother remembering the previous dance.

"Quadrille is a dance that originated in France in 1760. However, it was also popular in England around the 18-19th century" said Bu Agni.

"Before we enter the new dance material, we repeat once again for the previous dance that is Laendler from Austria."

Mother! (Madyyas).

Instantly appeared a circle the size of a green bean seed. Small, but very much flooded his face like a light rain in the dry season, eaaak.

"Because in grade 2 C there was one student being hospitalized, and another one not coming. From class 2 D there were also some students who did not come. How good is it, Miss Agni?" ask Ms. Helmi.

"Today we just mix random class 2 C with 2 D. How's it?"

"Good idea, Mom."

Madya keeps chanting hopefully she remembers a little of Laendler's dance moves.

Mother f*cker mother f*cker mother f*cker. (Madyyas).

The girl who came back from the future kept her head down. He was not looking for a dance partner, only accepting the fate of whoever the remaining students were. Almost the same as the past, he got the rest of the students.

Someone reached out before Madya who was closing her eyes and was busy chanting her mother f*cker spell.

"I haven't got a partner yet, neither have you?"

Madya. "A-a-a-bu?"

The handsome man smiled and nodded. However, a few seconds later his forehead frowned. "Ehm .. If who are you? You're a new student? I don't think I've ever seen."

"A-a-i'm Madya. New students old stock."

The man did not understand Madya's joke so much that he only replied with a sweet smile. Abu was the person that Madya admired from a distance. When Madya was still very inferior, she did not even dare to look at the man's face directly.

Thanks author, emuah. (Madyyas).

"Cutin, Abu. I don't want this dance at all. Later if you pair up with me, your value is even ugly you know."

"It's okay. It's just a toast, the assessment's next week."

Music 3/4 began to play beautifully. Madya's heart pound is out of control. Even though his soul had grown up, in fact meeting a person he admired still made him misbehave.

Heart, please don't do that! (Madyyas).

Madya looked at her chest twitching like a rat was dancing there.

"Don't be nervous, just relax. If it's started, then a little bit surely inget," comfort Abu.

Aaakkk aaakkk, I'm like hot mozarella cheese. Soft, melted, melting. (Madyyas).

The problem is that Madya has not done this dance for decades. Unlike the other students who have been doing the dance regularly once a week. Just as Madya had guessed, her legs had trouble following.

The feet of Abu the admired prince were subjected to oppression by the feet of Madya. Like stepping on a coro, Madya's feet jolted the spirit, not knowing her dance partner grimaced in pain.

Krenyek ...

Krenyek ...

Krenyek ...

Abu's mouth tightened to endure the pain. While Madya with no idea she even enjoyed the heartbeat of the first love that was never reciprocated.

"Of ...." Eventually, the man's defense collapsed as well.

"Ma-sorry, Ash. I was not intentionally. Sick, huh?"

"No, it's delicious, it's like it's mashed."

It hurts, monyong! (Mother).

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