DUDA USIL Vs GIRL BAR-BAR
Can You Really?

Ditha was already in David's room, but she did not find the whereabouts of her teacher. Because one of his classmates said that he just went into the room at the order of Mr. David and Ditha was currently waiting for him almost five minutes.

"Have you been, Ditha?" The sound came from the entrance of the room. Ditha turned her head and immediately snorted in annoyance.

"Udah from lebaran kingkong" ketus Ditha.

The new David immediately scrunched his forehead, noticed Ditha's appearance from top to bottom, then seconds later he chuckled. Even the look on her face today seemed to be unfriendly.

"Your face is like a garment not yet ironed. What's the matter, Ditha?" mr. David asked as his hand began to grab some papers in front of him.

"Mr, think to yourself! I defended coming here, without my bag in class. Eh so far it's empty to jump, like a grave without a corpse," replied Ditha without looking at his Master's face.

Mr. David raised one eyebrow, then he smiled with anxiety.

"I guess you'll come here later during the break, don't you know?" Mr. David shook his head. "Here you go, come here first."

Ditha said, approaching her Master while pursing her lips. As per Mr. David's instructions, Ditha paid close attention and detail. After understanding what Mr. David ordered, Ditha immediately followed his orders.

"It looks like you can't follow the first hour of k—"

"Yes, emang. Father, give less jackpot to me."

The 35-year-old man chuckled again. Honestly seeing Ditha, it was like seeing his own wife. Each has its own unique characteristics, according to him.

"In that case, let me go to your teacher first."

After the departure of the teacher who seemed to have no sin, Ditha began to launch the action by tuning the song using the sound of her own teacher.

"Well, if it's gini, it's rame. Not bad to say sleepy too," he murmured when he managed to connect his cellphone connection to the sound system owned by Mr. David.

Half an hour in the room, making the caterpillars in his stomach feast on poranda. How not, he had forgotten breakfast because he was packed with the school entrance bell. In order to avoid picket teachers who do not know themselves when giving punishment to students who come late, Ditha willing not to eat breakfast.

The girl also chose a break, waiting for the order requested. Yes, Ditha asked Mr. David to help her buy herself a meal in the cafeteria while she could eat. It's good to be lucky, then if it's difficult not to like that? Nothing in Ditha's dictionary. Whoever troubles himself, he is obliged to make it difficult again.

The sound of a bumping object diverted Ditha's attention from her phone screen. There was a plate that contained several skewers of sausage and grilled meatballs covered with sauce on it, not to forget also in addition there was a glass of cold drink. Really the caterpillars inside directly pierced his stomach, seeming to have been impatient to spend the prey in front of him.

"Sir, I owe you first. I want to pay him if I have become the wife of his sir bang Messi," after eating the burnt meatballs.

Mr. David smiled shaking his head as he touched the girl's forehead in front of him at this time.

"Don't be Messi's wife, so the president's wife won't be amen, will I."

"Good prayers are not in amen, right. Outside of this one's father's seller," said Ditha.

"Whatever Messi wants to be like a bar-bar girl like you!" cetus Mr. David.

After finishing all the food and drinks in front of him, he walked to the sofa in the living room, then laid down his body on the sofa.

"As long as my bars have a positive impact, why not? Btw my stomach's great, sir. Continue on, yes!" shout Ditha.

"Bang, I thought you were teaching."

Mr. David looked up and refocused on looking at the papers in front of him.

"Schedule me Wednesday. What the hell are you doing here?"

Ditha who was exchanging messages with her friends at once her hearing became unfocused when she heard laughter that was not far from her existence.

"Why did you come?"

"I have to correct the paper, which I haven't had time to correct. So, I came here. But, it was more precisely Ditha who worked on it."

"Is Ditha here?"

Mr. David nodded in confirming. At the same time Ditha poked her head behind the parapet wall, wondering who had come and how shocked she was when she saw someone who had made her overthinking yesterday, the person was in this room.

"Ditha," call Mr. David.

The two adult men were still not aware of the existence of Ditha who was there and spontaneously Ditha immediately replied of course the man who sat opposite to Mr. David his attention was directly directed to him.

"Yes, Sir!" sahut. "die me! He saw me again" he murmured. Ditha was forced to walk closer to Mr. David. However, the expression on his face that was shocked now he tried to cover up with that flat expression.

"There's still a lot that hasn't been, you go on again, yes," said Mr. David, who did not turn his gaze on the paper before him.

"Sir, enter the second hour. I have a singing practice. How's dong?"

Though nothing, his mind continued.

Honestly, Ditha was very uncomfortable and embarrassed by the gaze of the man who was still this second made her heart goosebumps. How not? The man did not turn his gaze anywhere else and it felt like Ditha wanted to pry the two eyeballs away.

"Can you?" It was not Mr. David who asked, but the man who sat facing Mr. David.

Shi! What an old om-om on this one! Why try to be here all? I feel like I want to muntain the food earlier that I ate in front of him now, Ditha's inner grunt.

The two grown men before him seemed to be waiting for Ditha's answer and it made her heart even more arrogant.

"Where, sir? Got me?" ditha asked as she pulled the small arm that belonged to Mr. David. The movement of Mr. David who was signing the letter stopped when he heard Ditha's question.

"You haven't answered the question from, Ezra." Mr. David re-signed the other papers. "Can you sing?"

Ditha put on her fierce face and immediately she glanced at Ezra, while the one she was staring at was used to mimic his face. Cool, calm and adem ayem.

Argha! What a shame, Om Ezra!! Pake all pretentious cool all over it face, Ditha's inner growled.

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