Badgirl Vs Ketos
#33. Where's Wangsit From?

Bizarrely.

Yes, today is strange, not because of my sputum. But because of the gaze of the teacher I want to meme-menye me, especially Mr. Ibrahim who used to gelagatnya like a wave of hands ngajak I enter BK now even baek naudjubillah. Serem-serem anyjay, I want to go back home not able to school.

Especially the same class of students who met me to miss the spacial, woy! I'm not dreaming, am I? The feeling of winning a champion is there no response anyway?

This moment's slap is his name.

"Andri!" call me the same temen me that one, he noleh abis it ngibrit. It was just that Kang Rhoma nyampe married rhythm with Lucinta Luna. How do I feel like a seytonnirrajim?

Uh, I think I forgot to bring pocket money. I stopped my intention to open my pocket mastiin snack and apparently,

There's no!

I don't bring any more pocket money, it's my life, tayi.tayi...

Suddenly my shoulder was patted from behind. I want to be bullied again? Geez, when did the goal of aing achieve anyway? I want to live well like a Laen kid. Not much drama.

I glanced with a nampol gaze, but immediately changed the face of the corpse of the newly-harassed ex, serem coy!

The Boss behind me, on geter syantiq ni feathers all. I was reluctant to wriggle Mr. Gatsby whose hair was cake Hawaii hit by the landslide.

"My mouth," said the Principal more precisely the order of the Principal sir. I feel like babu caught hollow in the trash can, ngenes really sumvah!

With a face of abis I tailed him in the back, until he reached a dusty room that was super spacious. Gusti, it feels like I want to be punished clean this room huh? Though my plan today to work this Principal sir.

Uh, uh wait.

How did my brain start talking?

Descending wangsit out of nowhere my shrimp brain again devised a plan, evil certainly. Mueheh.

"You practice karate here, hopefully the results are as satisfying as yesterday" said Mr. Gatsby was back in his place.

"Sir, father's face is pale," I said, but it was beaten.

Nightingale: Mode on!

"I can see 'that', sir, your shoulders look stooped than usual."

Ah, sa ae lu kobokan latrine. Really came koid lu.

And really my guess, the Principal was glued with a strange look that I meant as a face of fear. The talents of the psychologist seem to descend from my late grandfather.

As long as you know, I once ngibulin the Pole by pretending to be a demon in WC. And he's scared. Ahhaha! I have a feeling that his father is also afraid of Seyton.

"What do you mean?" ask him a little angry.

I'm nodding like a dashboard hanger. With a mysterious face.

"Your coach will come soon, so wait here with Aldi," continued Mr. Angkasa and he a little chatter me.

Because his hand was immediately put in a pocket made his shoulder 'intentionally' raised. And slightly stiff footsteps.

AHAY!

Very cool you know old people, diazab mampus lu tong.

"SEYTON SIR!!!" I shouted into the room. Mr. Angkasa hurriedly watched the contents of the dimly empty room.

Right up to the door I ran a marathon for Pak Kepsek tuh fear. Nyiahahahha, do you know how he reacted? He shakes the room, not forgetting to be locked with a padlock that naudjubillah gedenya.

Wanted sin but was afraid to.

Astagpirullah, I'm a fucking gini huh? I want to nabok myself.

"I can practice on my own, sir," said I run to the cafeteria.

Ceile, just morning maen nyosor mulu to my canteen, feel the world belongs to me. It used to be ogah.

Ever since that thing changed me in the wrong way. Making me sin and forced to leave him, I ran away from trouble again, and I admit that cowardly blood runs through my veins.

Which is definitely down from Papa.

How is mellow?

Play the song Uttaran kek.

Bruk!

I accidentally hit a canteen seller who I guess is almost 70 years old. The chiki, kuaci and his bangs fell scattered to make my heart grimy how it is.

I squat help Grandma mengguntukin merchandise. I swear I can at least look at the beginning even though I said gini bastards but I still have the brain to think about the fate of people.

"Sorry, grandma. Not intentionally," obviously I'm with a bad tone. Wanting to be angry with his family who died he made his own food, what was the cruel world? Or am I the only one who's always been hiding under my parents' property?

"It's okay, son." The old granny smiled amiably, her eyes color pale and a sincere smile. Ah, it's going to be Grandma's own miss.

"You're not learning? Study there well so that the old do not like Grandma," advice Grandma made my little heart feel like a needle pricked.

"Where are Grandma's grandchildren?" ask me a little angry.

"They also have their own family, son," Grandma's voice trembled and I sprained.

I returned to class in a hurry, Miss Decy has been teaching Chemistry peacefully. Seeing my arrival, he immediately let me sit down. How weird is that?

"Kok I'm told to sit down, ma'am?" ask me curious. Etdah, kid. I'm not punished to still come again, I dong ya. Limitid.

"It's okay. Do you want me to sit on the floor?" ask Decy again.

Whether possessed by demons from hell where, I took the book and pen abis was sitting on the floor to the fringe people.

"Moreover the material is the proof."

"BRIEL, YOU HEALTHY?!" South Cerocos and Luke together. Tumben synchronous two celurit it.

Yes, I am strange.

Emotions can make everyone change, and you have to believe that.

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