
If the lecturer is rich in gini, want dong to be his studentπ
Today wear clothes blown donk yaππ
Happy Reading's... Don't forget to stay in the yeaππ trail
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Mas Ray parked his car smoothly in the teacher's parking lot. I got out of his car immediately, but before that he suddenly pulled my hand making me flinch.
THE CUP!
One kiss landed on my lips.
"Happy work" she said with a sweet smile.
"Mas Ray's Flirty!" My speech. I was treated like that but the problem is in the parking lot. If anyone sees how. We can be in court for violating the code of ethics as teachers. Speaking of trial, I remember what happened a month ago. I guess I had to take back my words at that time. So I want to thank the villagers who broke me that night. I could be with Ray like this.
I felt many eyes watching my arrival. It must be because I'm with Ray. You must be strong Shafa. Can't be weak. I am basically immune to gossip and slanted news about my appearance. Suddenly I was worried that they were gossiping about my relationship with Mr. Ray.
"Eh ma'am Shafa where you go, some days do not enter, do not really say yes you want to marry" said Ms Tania with a mocking expression.
"True, don't forget to come ma'am" I replied with a smile as friendly as possible. Said mommy should be diligent-craftsman smile and reduce pouting. Because pouting can speed up the process of wrinkles on the face. Ihh Serem's.
"Eh. uh I actually said that Shafa ma'am wants to marry you friends" he told several teachers who had just arrived. And Ray, I didn't see it. Maybe he's praying sunnah or something. Too much sunnah worship is done until I can not call it one-on-one.
"Seriously Miss Shafa?" Ask Anne who just sat in her chair.
"Yes donk, I'm tired of myself mulu. I also want to be rich Anne and Adit" I said.
"Bu Shafa can Aja" Anne blushed.
"Wait a minute, I just noticed the ring that Shafa's mom was wearing. I think it hasn't been long. So Miss Shafa really wants to get married?" Madam Ita hysterically looked at me.
I just smiled bitterly at Ita's mom. There is guilt in my heart. I'd love to be honest with her, but where do I start?
The first hour will start in 10 minutes, I'm going to the toilet to improve my appearance which day looks very closed. My neck and my hands were completely covered perfectly today. All of this is because of the act of Ray who this morning deliberately gave some red marks on my neck. So inevitably I have to wear an outfit like this.
"Bu Shafa today looks different, but I really want to see the tattoo directly" Cibir Tania when I just returned from the toilet. I saw Ray was also in the teacher's room reading a book.
"Bu Tania this is why really kok senewen really ama bu Shafa" said Mr. Rudi who was next to mas Ray. I saw Ray momentarily glancing at me before returning to focus with his book.
"It seems that Mr. Rudi must be ready to be heartbroken, already know not yet if Ms. Shafa wants to marry, see his engagement ring" said Tania.
"It's like Tania's mom has to be prepared to be heartbroken" I said before leaving the teacher's room. Rasain, not just a broken heart maybe you will spot the heart if you know who will be with me in the guarantee.
Rest hours I deliberately stayed in the office to finish some work that had been neglected.
Drrt...Drtts..
The phone on my desk shook. I saw a message from Ray's mas who had changed his name in my contact.
Uhh. I'm godain ahh..
Shafa : Eat Masππππ. Send
Hihihi. I see it on the screen typing...
Husband Shaf's : Come on, go home now!
hahahahaha I laughed reading her reply. That's how you want me to eat gold. Suddenly he appeared in front of me making me flutter.
"It's eating, you have to eat a lot if you want to eat me" he said with a flirtatious look.
I looked to the left right. Huuuhh aman no one saw. The other teachers were all busy eating lunch.
"Thank You Darling" I said with a fluffy smile.
After delivering my food Ray pemit to the principal's room. Mas Ray said today we go home early because there are no teaching hours. Mommy and mom ask us for fitting clothes that will be used at the reception later. This fast?Incredible the power of mother-mak. We who want to marry but those who are busy cower the bride.
I opened the food box that Ray brought. Suddenly someone came with an intimidating look.
"What did you mean this morning?" Ask directly to the point without further ado.
"Which word?" I tried to restrain myself. Because I was in an educational environment, I also had to behave like an educator.
"You need to be plain-ass in front of me. What do you mean you told me to get ready for a broken heart huh?" It kicked my desk and made me stop my urge to eat.
"Ga means nothing" I said indifferently.
"I know, you're trying to get close to Rayyan sir, right? You don't know yourself. You should have read. Your rich girl doesn't fit in with Ray's. Your place should not be here, but at the night club" he said with a cynical face. I don't know why I actually feel challenged by his words that are not worthy of being called an educator. What's more he is a BK teacher who should minimize problems in school instead of making problems.
I smiled as I leaned my body against the swivel chair and twirled it slowly.
"So, what kind of woman is suitable for Mr Ray bu Tania? Is it like you who have absolutely no ethics in speaking?" My toot. I saw him getting more and more wrathful clenching into his two hands.
"Brengsw! Cheesy base, I remind you once again, never try to approach Mr. Rayyan or you will regret" he threatened me. Loe thinks I'm scared. Who loe threatened me for ga deketin my husband. Pen nabok it feels!
"If I don't want how" said I while sucking Strawberry juice bought by Mas Ray, good enough to make ngademin heart.
"Try it, and I'll make sure you don't settle down in this place again" he replied in anger.
"I wait! and I seem to have fallen in love with MAS RAY, so I'm sorry I couldn't grant your request" I said, stressing that Mas Ray's word had heated him up even more. Lucky the teachers have returned to make Ms. Tania stay away.
Viuuuhhh....Gini really has a handsome husband and Sholeh. What are you wearing anyway?how are they on the move.
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