DUDA USIL Vs GIRL BAR-BAR
Can Duda

No one knows the course of life, because basically we live in the real world, not in the world of television with a screenplay made by reliable producers.

A high school girl with a complete school uniform, but enough to attract the attention of her classmates. Today, his appearance has changed slightly from the previous days. Hair that was previously tied with a model of horsetail now he freed his hair in the wind, as well as the color of his hair that was changed with black in general. After that the sleeves that he had previously rolled up were now no longer.

As he was reading one by one the strands of words in his school mading, suddenly with presumptuousness who sounded it so that made himself almost scream. Who is not surprised to hear a bell that is so loud right at him is ringing just like that. He stared intently at the office, then turned to look back.

"Suckers! Good thing that the school bell sounds, what happens if the Izrail trumpet sounds?" his gerrick. When he was about to turn his body to enter his class, out of nowhere his form suddenly he heard a not so foreign sound in his ears.

"If the trumpet is a sound, it means we're all going to die. That's just not knowing."

Like a stranger to the same voice, the inner girl.

He immediately turned to the source of the voice, but in fact all he could see was behind his back not with his face.

"Maybe it was Izrail's man," always and certainly made two students who were passing by look in wonder at him.

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If there is a 'The Noisiest Class' race, it is possible that the other champion will be won by this Class. Class 12 IPS 5, the class that has been labeled ugly, stamped the most chaotic and unruly is indeed very appropriate Class 12 IPS 5 win.

Someone had come and had just stopped his footsteps in the doorway of the classroom, suddenly his ears were like they were already in hell. Which is filled with the sound of the screams of sinners due to the heat of hellfire, so it is. He went straight into the classroom with a broom handle that is not easily broken and then he was immediately knocked on the teacher's desk somehow the number of times that are clear until the sound and conditions in this classroom can relax.

Feeling calmer, he stared one by one at the students in front of him at this time. Some of them were bowing their heads, some were blocking his face with books instead of avoiding the deathly gaze of the middle-aged man.

"Honestly, I'm tired of you guys. Whatever you want to do, because after this I have no responsibility for you. Alias I've lost my hand to be the homeroom teacher."

Whispers began to re-sound in his ears, he let a moment to give time to his protege. Whether to voice his opinion or not who is clear to be the homeroom is very tired, every day does not stop receiving negative reports, and every day does not stop receiving negative reports, starting from the students who are unruly sometimes truant in the hours of lessons his permission to the toilet even stray into the cafeteria there are even worse, some are worse, some of his students there who held brawls against his underclassmen.

The issues began to be heard after a few days ago his homeroom teacher caught his protege who had gathered and prepared to launch his brawl from there, he gave up and also filed a letter of change of homeroom for Class 12 IPS 5.

"Sir!" call one of the female disciples sitting in the middle of the third seat sequence by the window. The middle-aged man stared at his disciple.

"What's wrong?"

"My advice is this, yes, sir. We, the school is only a few months away. My advice, I continue to be our guardian. Honestly, yes, sir. We-we love to have a lazy kayak, this Father. Patience with us."

"Rubber, Sir! If other teachers may immediately refuse from the beginning to be our walas well if, I am definitely not. The proof has been almost two years, you can still survive as our widow," added the male student with a face very similar to the Thai actor.

"Koko, if you're a good actor, huh?" ask the girl whispering with her friend.

"Yes," replied his friend, because honestly he was very lazy to respond to the words of his best friend.

The middle-aged man who was their homeroom teacher, got up from his seat. Walking closer to one of the children's desks and he looked at one by one the students he would soon leave, then his gaze fell on the students who were busy eating the quaci. Without the student realizing that the entire class was looking at him, the student was unconscious because he ate while looking down playing his phone.

Feeling the atmosphere was very quiet even there were no whispers of neighbors, the schoolgirl looked up and looked towards the surrounding. A second later he choked on my skin, the friend next to him gave me water. Feeling calm, the student also looks relaxed.

"Sorry, Sir. I belom eat because, please be understood," he said. The middle-aged man could only shake his head.

"So, you guys want bag—"

"We want, Mr. still endure so our walas."

All the students who were in front of him simultaneously nodded their heads, a sign of approving the words of the head of his class. The middle-aged man sighed, before letting out his voice.

"What can you change, if I'm still your guardian?"

"Agreed!"

"We're not going to make troublemakers and all sorts of other things."

"Agreed!"

"We also promise to become students who can be more disciplined."

"Slightly agree!"

The last unanimous answer he heard made the 48-year-old round his eyes. However, seconds later he laughed when he heard the equipment of one of the students who had eaten I.

"Don't be serious, sir. Abis mabok satay pigs are them," said the student.

"It could be you, Ditha clam!"

"Coko, dammit! Look out, yeah, your eyes are twisting!" shouted the student. He does not accept behind his name that is given frills 'shellfish'. Whatisit? Is there not a little name for him?

"Haven't fuss anymore," her homeroom teacher. "there's important information I want to convey," he continued.

"Btw, may the substitute teacher Mr. Aron already exist, Tha?" ask the schoolgirl whispered to her friend who had eaten me.

"Can be a widower" his friend.

"Do you remember Aron?" asked the middle-aged man who was directly nodding by his students. "The replacement is there."

Uhuk!

Uhuk!

Uhuk!

"Ck, how did Tha lo eat? From earlier sprains mulu," upset the schoolgirl with her blonde hair that was scattered.

"I don't know why this time my feeling is not good" said his friend according to drinking water.

"Dead me, Ri!" whispered a male student similar to a Thai actor to his dead man.

"Dead? Lah lo is still alive gini said dead, mabok bone pig lo?" selorohnya.

"I don't mean, you know. Just like you kayak, Ditha clams."

"Shop, shucks! Why do you mention my name using frills 'shellfish' again huh?!"

"Campus! The pig's mama's a crab." The male student named Koko also turned to his stool friend who was mocking him. Without warning, he immediately plunged his friend's head into his armpit.

"Sat! What kind of pork do you eat? It smells crazy!" shouted that friend who was inside Koko's armpit.

"Zeez! Ex-lo take care of what! Once again he called my name using frills 'shells' I changed his lips he became the lips kingkong!"

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