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After I heard the talk of the son of the dorm, I intend to get angry with Mr. Alung by echatt him again on his WA account, it's good to play with my heart, I want to play with my heart, but somehow the reality is different. I started a conversation with Mr. Alung while using subtle language. I am a polite, kind, diligent and friendly child, said the teacher here.

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I: mr Alung, you still have a relationship with mbak Ativ?, sorry I asked this, because the child was talking about the father's relationship.

Pinkkk pink.

Mr. Alung spontaneously answered chatt from me, but the response he gave was different from what I expected.

Mr. Alung: What the heck are you, join the group, meningan gausah connect with me if you follow with people who are not clear like them!, understand?.

What the fuck is you, not me. I just want to make sure how my future husband is, don't you think?.I'm angry, which I'm trying to restrain.

I only replied to her message in a short word, but it looked sweet.

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Me: Yes, my teacher.

pinkkk pink.

Mr Alung: special huh?.

Huh?, what is special?, I increasingly do not understand you deh!, I cried to Mr. Alung in my heart. Isn't he overconfident.

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Me: how special sir?, I don't really understand.

*Pi*nkkkk pink.

Astaghfirullah, confidently he interpreted my message with another maxut.

No sir, no, I didn't mean it that way, I thought sorry to have said such a nice little thing to him.

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Me: ohh, yes sir, if you want to interpret like that also papa.

He didn't answer my message, maybe he wasn't satisfied with my answer on this one. Just look at it, Alung and I rarely send messages, even we do not know each other's privacy, starting from full names, birth dates, addresses. That's natural, I'm just his student, nothing more.

Sunny afternoon, when the son and daughter training for silat. My Koko is coming too, she is indeed a great big sister. I watch those who exercise in the afternoon look very exciting, see small and large children participate in extra in the dorm.

Nisa and Eza who participate in the extras continue to invite me to join them, annoying is not it?, I do not like fatigue. In the middle of my activities looking at my handsome brother, there arrived a miss call from Mr. Alung, then followed by a message.

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Mr. Alung: you watch silat again right?, I see you Ce, please leave, I do not like you gather because of things that are not useful.

I who got the message immediately turned to the left, and the room of Mr. Alung Jang was thirty meters from the game hall. I went to ask for the key to Koko's motorcycle to buy lunch, on the way I was still very astonished by Mr. Alung's behavior all this time, as if I would be chasing him.

I rode on my brother's motorcycle, I went to get my afternoon food, after I looked left, just the Sabana cart. The savanna is fried chicken, it tastes endeeuusssss.

Mang, buy the chicken that the chest of two servings is the same as the thigh of one portion" I said to mamang handsome chicken seller.

All twenty-eight thousand neng" replied Babang casually.

Nih bang" I told Nanang the chicken seller with the right money