Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 39 (Crocodile)

“Eri! Say boss!” Liza was warming up to Kissky who was clearly jealous from the look on her face.

“That's so bad!” Kissky also entered the class. Then he saw on the table every student lies their work that is not on display.

When he reopened his painting, he was flabbergasted, because the value he got was really minimal.

“How much?” Liza saw the number 7 in the lower right corner of Kissky's canvas paper.

“Crazy! Miss Riza stingy really love value!” then Liza also watched carefully, the results of Kissky's painting.

“How good, even better than mine, but why did you get bad grades?” Liza, curious about the value of others, opens one by one the canvas sheets of her classmates, before the owner comes.

“Ck!” Liza clucked, as she shook her head.

“What's up?” looking at Liza's meaningful expression, Making Kissky curious.Then Liza approached Kissky again.

“Only you can score 7, the other is at least 8.5, there is a grudge what bu Riza has on you, in terms of their paintings are not much different from you, even worse!” lang Liza's.

Kissky began to think about what he had done wrong to Riza.

“In my case I never made Miss Riza offended and hurt,” muttered Kissky.

Disoriented Gelagat from Kissky and Liza turned out to be monitored by Riza from the cctv control room of the school.

“Ah hahaha! Don't expect your life to calm down, this is just the beginning of Ky, I'll make your grades drop, so you're dropped out!” The happy Riza on top suffers from Kissky, intending to get the girl out of school.

“You must be a wasted child forever!”

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In the afternoon, Kissky, who was in the parking lot, found his bicycle tire deflated.

“Again? Who the hell is this?” his inner.

Zanjiil who had just arrived at the sight of his wife with a face-holding look of annoyance.

He who wants to say hello to Kissky suddenly visited by Luna.

“What do you want?!” peekik the lover.

“Neither.” replied Zanjiil.

“Say, if you want to go to that ugly girl! Just now we were arguing because of him, how dare you want to get him to talk, too!” luna.

Zanjiil who could not stand the constant tantrums from Luna, immediately rebelled.

“Iya, I do want to talk to him, do you see him in distress?” Zanjiil explained the real situation.

“Then, what do you want? Want to take her home together?!” netra Luna is round, threatening Zanjiil.

“I think so.” replied Zanjiil.

“What? You seriously want to do that?” Luna was very disappointed with her lover's attitude.

“Already, do not need to extend, go home first.” after that, Zanjiil went to Kissky.

Luna's little heart cries out blood, as the person she loves blatantly pays attention to the other woman in front of her.

Watch out for you Jill! How dare it hurt me! inner Luna.

While Zanjiil who had been behind Kissky who was crouching, greeted gently.

“Your bike why else nyet?”

“Biawak! If you do not want to help, you should go home first!” peeking Kissky, he kept seeing his flat bicycle tires.

“What next time I bring the pump to school?” kissky Mummings.

“Already, just leave the bike, take the car with me.” Zanjiil invites Kissky to go home together.

“No way! Put your boyfriend angry again, now he must be raging at you!” it turns out Kissky saw the bickering Zanjiil and Luna before.

“I've taken care of it, come home with me!” Zanjiil extended her hand to Kissky to help her stand up.

Then Kissky looked up, “ You're so handsome! Boldly in front of Luna you did this, um um Kissky shook his head.

“I invite you, because we are home, after all there is nothing wrong, I tell husband and wife,” said Zanjiil.

While they were still chatting, Gibran was present among them.

“Ky, what's up?” he said as he looked at Kissky's bicycle tire. ”Kempes?”

“Iya nih! I can come to the workshop?” ask Kissky.

“Don't go to the workshop, until the guarantee I will accompany.” the combalan that Gibran gave, making Zanjiil netra rounded.

What the fuck is he, how dare to bomb my wife, inner Zanjiil.

“Can you! If you're serious, what's wrong!” kissky said with a red face.

Zanjiil's heart grew fiercer, as his wife was serving a fistfight from Gibran.

Basic naughty! Inner Zanjiil.

“Can we go now?” ask Kissky, who wants to fix his bike right away.

“OK!” sahut Gibran's.

As his wife was about to leave with another man, Zanjiil put his leg up on Kissky's bike seat.

“Do not go anywhere!” said Zanjiil while ruffled waist.

“Megir lizard!” kissky squealed with a grit of his teeth.

“Huwl! Login car!” zanjiil's Order.

“No way! Me and Gibran are still going to the workshop!” Kissky did not listen to her husband's words.

“Huwl!!!” The angry Zanjiil raised his voice.

“Hey, you can't talk rudely to women.” Gibran stood right in front of Kissky, until the two handsome men faced each other.

“Gibran, this has nothing to do with you, you better go home, help your mom wash dishes!” Zanjiil wagged his hand, hoping Gibran would leave him with Kissky.

“You see sendirkan? Kissky doesn't want to go home with you, you can't force him, because Kissky has the right to choose,” Gibran said

...Seriate......