Hay Pak Teacher
The Part 20

"Assalamualaikum." said Alana after opening the door of Mr. Alvi's room.

He spread his gaze to pay attention to the room of his homeroom. Very neat as in his house, all the items were stored in his place.

"What did Mr. Alvi call me?" tanyakanya.

Mr. Alvi did not answer and was just busy writing, whether writing what, but it made him upset. Didn't Mr Alvi send him here ? but why is he in cuekin.

Will he continue to stand like this? till when? until the cold teacher turns warm?

"Sir!" call upset.

Mr. Alvi put the pen on the table, then removed the reading glasses.

"I want to talk about us." said Mr. Alvi.

Challenge us? sure enough, he felt amused himself this loud bang out of the stiff mouth of Mr. Alvi.

Mr. Alvi walked up to him who was still silently staring, walking closer, very close, so that he could smell mint on the body of Mr. Alvi. His body is bristling, his heart beats faster, his body feels stiff when he feels the bulky hand of Mr. Alvi touching the back of his head.

As powerful as he stood upright even though his knees felt bone loss, soft as jelly when he felt something chewy touch the tip of his forehead . Oh my god what did Mr Alvi do to him? and what's with him why he's just silently sculpting and not pushing the burly body away

Why would he overreact like this? this is not the first time that men have touched her, she often sleeps in a single room with Azka or Keenan, but it is not as thrilling as this. Eits sleep yes sleep without any frills yes that is.

He could breathe a little, as Mr. Alvi walked backwards and moved his burly hand from his head.

"What-what is it that Mr Alvi did?" tanyanya nervous.

Mr. Alvi turned around and walked back towards him. Once again touching her fine hair, this time Mr. Alvi like going to hug her, revealing her hair around her earlobes.

He gulped a few times when he felt the breath of Mr. Alvi hit his earlobe. This time he has a little strength pushing the body of Mr. Alvi to get away from him.

He took it when he saw Mr. Alvi sitting back without saying a word to him.

"Sir Alvi has a toothache!" his lips.

"No." replied Alvi.

"I can report the father for the school breach!" snarl.

"A harassment case? I only measure the height, width and shape of your earlobe. Is that also in the form of a break-in?" answer Mr. Alvi casually.

He laughed mockingly towards Mr. Alvi. "Say Mr. Alvi the mode of wanting to wander. Basic om-om less belain." his lips are still covered in anger.

"Where to measure the height of the body using a meter or at least ask, do not immediately kiss the forehead of people." sungutut.

Damn it turns out that his tirade is not considered at all by Mr. Alvi, it looks like the man is very relaxed to enjoy his nagging.

"How tall are you?"

"165 cm."

"Isn't it 162 cm?"

"Same if it is rounded. What do I do to measure my height and earlobes?" cocoanut.

"I want to confirm your genetic factors. Whether it will bring good or bad influence to our descendants later."

His eyes widened when he heard an unexpected answer coming out of Mr. Alvi's mouth. "What's? descendant?" he's knocking on Alvi's desk. "Esteemed Mr. Alvi, don't go too far, want my offspring perfect or bad even if it's not the father's business because I don't want to marry you!" he said with his teeth grinding.

"I also have no intention of marrying a teenage girl like you. This I did to reinforce the reason to grandfather that we are no match."

"Good." he said.

Mr. Alvi looked at him with a flat gaze but held back in annoyance. "Smuck up!"

"What?"

"Smuck up!" repeat Mr. Alvi while pointing the condition of his table with his chin.

Oh my gosh why he could meet a shitty om-om like Mr. Alvi. Just because the table was a mess the man was glaring at her who was right.

He tidied up what he had just scattered on the table Mr. Alvi.

"It's not there."

"A little to the left!"

Instead of fixing in instead back spilling the contents of the ballpoint box. Does it have to be perfect if you put things? does it have to fit in the place? can't tilt to the right or to the left? crazy to think.

"Well!"

He ignored Mr. Alvi's call and walked out of the room containing the annoying man. He was aghast when he found Salsa leaning against the door of the teacher's room. Gave him a probing look.

"Hayo why are you here? ngapelin pak Alvi lo." point Salsa in a seductive tone.

Hurry him smother the mouth of the Salsa bucket, lest anyone hear this chatty friend.

"Hmmm....Alana your hands smell terasi." Salsa threw out her hand with a flushed face.

"Hehheh forgot to wash his hands" he replied.

"Scook!"

"Belgroff."

"Not my friend!" salsa again.

"Groan!"

Bruk !!!

"Ow...!" ringis Salsa was holding his ass.

If you're hoping he'll help Salsa to stand it's a big mistake. He pushed the girl who hit Salsa first. Only he can hurt or bully his friend not for anyone else.

"Lo accidentally hit Salsa!"

"Gue doesn't have the same problem lo" Bela pushed back her body.

He growls in annoyance, always Bela and her henchmen looking for trouble with Salsa.

"Salsa's problem is mine too!" fierce answer.

"Udah Al I don't papa." Salsa.

"I can't do it, I can't take it!" sulk Alana.

"Auww." cried Salsa for the umpteenth time, when Ria grabbed the beautiful hair of Salsa.

"Based on cheap girls, and have no self-esteem!" Hardik Ria on Salsa.

Salsa reciprocated to grab Ria's hair that was slightly wavy and became mutually snapping in front of the teacher's room.

"Let me explain the difference between a cheap girl and a girl who has no self-esteem!" salsa cried out in pain.

While he tried to break up the fight but accidentally Ria clawed his hand making him ride the apoplexy.

He pushed Ria's body with all his might and slapped her. "Still mending cheap chick Salsa still has its price. But you three..." He pointed at the one-on-one pretentious girl in front of him. "No self-respect! How many times have you slept with Rayhan hm!" He stared hard at Bela.

"Had no love for Azka sleeping with Rayhan, you Bi*ch!"

"Guein..."

"Do I need to display nude lo photos in the school mading!" threaten her.

Bela and her henchmen growled in annoyance.

"Our business is not finished" Bela said with a red face and then left.

"Why go? here we finish now!" he shouted along with a blaring laugh, feeling happy to see the dead red face of Bela. Where he tried to get nude photos of Bela, it was easy to threaten the face of the ondel-ondel.

"Udah Al, no shame what people see" said Salsa.

He clapped his own hands as if what he had just touched was dirt. "Alana is at the opponent." he often.

...TBC...