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School

In the morning, I called Koko to go to school, this time I went to school with Koko, riding a motorcycle together again. I don't want to take any more motorcycles that belong to Mr. Alung, I'd better be driven home by that curly snail. Yesterday's incident made me want to stay away from Mr. Alung, he was rude after knowing I asked to marry him. Actually he wanted to or did not have a relationship with me, or did he underestimate me after getting my confession to the parents on the phone yesterday. For the first time I was disappointed with Mr. Alung, and hopefully not for the next, I obviously do not want the disappointment to repeat itself.

Actually I was very tired by the behavior of my three lovers, Mr. Alung who I think is two-faced, Surya mas there is no time to serve me, he is very busy with his work, Dinan just loves my money, he just loves my money, you tau? my money. Yes, the thousand only got three sweets. The three of them were very upsetting to me, what else is Dinan, actually I was very disgusted to see his face, for some reason but since long ago I hated the situation forced and I am now forced to become his lover. I'm not really in love with her, I'd be uncomfortable if followed by a letoy snail like her.

Arriving at school, my younger brother and I sat as usual next to the mosque to wait for the bell to ring the sign. All the students there have the habit of praying every time I come to school, but obviously I never do it, how to do it if I never go to school. I was waiting for the teacher to be ready for the hearing this morning, back to the topic that I never went to school.

Kriyinggggg kringgg, the sound of the bell rang, should bell rang not so fast, it seems like the school bell also wants me to be unlucky in the morning. My friend and I walked up dozens of stairs, walking down the hallway from class to class.

" Eleventh grade High School student on behalf of Cece, expected his arrival at the office of BK. " Call the BK teacher with speakers. Just make me ashamed of people, why not just call it when I pass the front of the office, why should use a loudspeaker. All the students in the class were silent because of the sound, the whole class was focusing on looking at me. Brakkkkkk, the sound of a table shake coming from my bench, I stood by pounding the table, who would want to be seen as unpleasant with his own friends, not just one two, but one class. Those who realize that the table shake is a sign of why the clay immediately took their eyes off me, they do not want to certainly make me angry.

I walked down the school hallway with a biased face, they would suspect if I put on a panicked face. I entered the school office, without a look of fear. I'm actually really scared, actually, I had never been summoned to face a teacher at my school before except when appointed as a school representative to represent a meticulous smart race in the district or a KSM competition at a neighboring school. I'm a gifted child, so there's no way teacher wouldn't recognize me at my old school, but the truth is that at my new school I became a fugitive of teachers because I never went to school, obviously I never went to school because I was lazy, lazy to see everything, especially BK teachers.

" Assalamualaikum, I went in. "I said. As her guts were too big, I was eager to run away from the face of the school teacher's sinister face.

" Sit!, why don't you go to school? is it lazy?" asked BK's teacher. Of course yes Master, I am very lazy to see your face like a sleepy princess, but of course I do not speak it directly, I am afraid of gangs.

" I'm sorry Mom, I'm sick, so I can't go to school, and I can't even send a letter because I don't have any friends with me in this school" I explained. The teacher was just silent with my explanation, unable to dodge it because my words were 100% true.

" Well, for now it doesn't matter, but tomorrow don't make the teachers worry that I will follow up on your actions" he said, maybe she's now holding back the shame because my answer was so incontrovertible that she could say nothing.

" Yasudah Bu, I want to continue teaching in class. "i said as I walked away, you can not corner me Mom, even my teacher who graduated from S2 can I lie easily. Lying is easy for many people, but few are able to draw up a chronology of events like mine. I entered the classroom greeted with questions from my friend, how can I escape the killer teacher, I only reply with a triumphant smile.

" Heyy, you're Cece, right? I am Amel, twelfth grade" said Amel to me. Amel the daughter coveted by all the disciples of the son, huh?, wonder me in my heart.

I saw her from top to bottom, who wouldn't want to be with the angel of heaven, she was the most au woman I've ever met, even I was so amazed with her for a single look, she is beautiful and her posture is very promising.

" Yes Amel, I am Cece from the eleventh grade, but Amel knows me? " i asked back by looking at his face non-stop.

" Who does not know this beautiful new child." said Mbak Amel accompanied by a small laugh from his lips. This guy's intention is muji what insult me anyway.

" Where is your phone? I want to give my IG account to you, " said Amel. Huh huh? IG accounts.

" Ohh, this is my phone" I said as I thrust the phone I was carrying.

" Sister often care? Beautiful. "I said sincerely without the mocking intent like her.

" Ce, I'm actually in my own school looking for money, mama I don't want to pay for school, so I always ask for money to some of my girlfriends, she said, my mother is very dear to my brother regardless of me among them, sorry Ce, I even so vent" he said arrived.

It turns out that behind the perfection side like this, there is another side that hurts the heart for people who hear the story of his life.