Elective Class Chair
Silva's mother's orders

Agas is in his class. He looked around his class there was no Steven, where was he? Agas did not want to bother, he walked to his seat while waiting for the maple teacher to enter the classroom.

Ting

Agas' cell phone rang, in his school shirt pocket. He took his phone and smiled looking at the message from Mentari.

“Gas, Sorry. We didn't eat together. You know I have business.”

Agas smiled knot reading message from Mentari. Her voice moved to reply to Mentari's message, but Mentari's message first entered again.

“Gas, you've eaten right?”

Unable to hide, Agas again smiled reading a simple message from Mentari.

“Gue has eaten, Tar.”

Ting

Mentari opens wa message from Agas.

“If you've eaten yet?”

Mentari's clumsy hand moves back to Agas' message. “Udah, Gas.”

“Gas, briefly go home from school with yah.”

Trings

She smiled again when Mentari invited her home together. A second later, his smile faded. He held the corner of his lips that were still grievously washed away with Steven yesterday.

If he comes home with Mentari, it's been confirmed that the girl will interrogate him who to fight with. And of course, Mentari will be disappointed in him because he fights again.

But if he refuses, it is the same as throwing away the opportunity given by Mentari.

Mentari who had been waiting for a reply to chat Agas felt bad. It's blue ticked but Agas hasn't returned it yet.

Returning to typing a message. “If you can't, it's okay Gas.”

Mentari's message was directly viewed by Agas.

“No, Tar, we'll go home together. You know, I'm happy when you make me go home together,” honestly Agas make Mentari smile happily.

“Gas, I'm off first. Teacher who has been in.”

“Drugs Agas.”

“See you at the parking lot.”

The message from Mentari made the corner of Agas' injured lips smile. If he used to love Laura so deeply, now he makes sure that he loves Mentari even more deeply. For him, his love for Laura used to be nothing compared to his current love for Mentari.

“Gue is not wrong to love you from the past, Tar,” muttered Agas and then put his phone in his uniform pocket.

Teachers who teach in IPS classes have entered, so students immediately take out the pen and also the book.

Not long after, Steven followed. He glanced at Agas for a moment and sat down in his seat.

The seats with Agas are next to each other.

Teachers teaching today. He is the IPS class guardian, tagged Silva.

“Agas, Steven,” call Silva's mother.

“Iya bu,” sahutnya simultaneously.

“You two fought?” bright mother Silva saw their wounds.

Agas and Steven just kept quiet.

The entire gaze in the classroom was instantly fixed on Agas and Steven. Sure enough, if both of their faces and the corners of their lips were equally hurt.

“You are.”

“You Steven, one week ago you were fighting with Alvaro and now you are fighting with Agas again.”

“And you too Agas, you've been fighting with Alvaro and are now with Steven again.”

“You're the class president, Agas. You should set a good example for your classmate. Is fighting a good example of class president for his classmate?”

Agas shook his head.

“You two apologize to each other.”