HELLO, MY BOSS!
Chapter 55 (Season 2)

The cello half ran through the rows of fourth and fifth grade. He headed to the room where his sister was taking a photo shoot with the other chosen child. Patiently he sat on the bench outside holding a bottle and a box of sandwiches in his hand. His head bowed because his eyes were bored and a little sleepy.

The room that was close to Malika's class did not make Cello want to sneak into her class. Today the mood of the child is not good to be brought teasing the idol class.

After a while, the teacher and photographer came out of the room. Leaving some disciples who were also resting inside.

"Mom, I want to eat for my sister" exclaimed Cello approaching. The pretty teacher with the curves of the model's body rubbed the head of the cello gently. "Come in" he said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mom." But the cello didn't come in. He looked out the window first. Looking for his sister who turned out to be playing a device on his phone.

Elementary School children who are selected as models are indeed given special privileges in school. They are allowed to carry devices at certain times, and are allowed to extend their hair to a shoulder for male visual models.

"Sister!" cilla shouted from inside. The cello immediately went inside because it had already been discovered.

He saw Evan who seemed to be taking the photos as well. The boy immediately ran out of the room as soon as he saw Cello enter. Cello ignored let alone reprimand, he immediately approached the sister who was sitting on a corner bench.

"The human taste filters," the little man sneered cynically. His eyes were fixed on the hands of Cilla who was busy sifting through the filters on her phone to do a selfie (picture itself using a mobile phone/digital camera).

Cilla's whipping. "What if I take a photo with a filter? Trouble for brother?"

"No, papa, that's your right. Lannijin. Some say the teacher's talent latched onto girls over time. It's a pity that it's not preserved" he sneered again.

"Yeah!" decak Cilla glared smelly.

Cello laughs jokes. He opened the cover of Cilla's drinking water bottle and thrust it on the sister. "Drink first, later if his throat is dry the picture is ugly."

"I'm not a singer" the salute was fierce. "It has nothing to do with my throat being the same photo."

"Yes, have a drink first. Aus, right?"

Cilla gulped down a bottle of water that Cello had given her just now. His eyes glanced at the paper bag that was tightly awake in Cello's hands. "That's what, 'sister?"

"This is your sandwich. I was the one who brought you here."

"So you tell us to go home, don't you?" ask the boy enthusiastically. Eighty percent of the toys that are still in the house make Cilla not feel at home living in the place of Mrs Lynda and Mr. Hermawan. He wants to re-hug the collection of dolls in his private room.

"So dad told us to go home. But I refuse first." Cello laughed as he opened the bread box. Then thrust it on Cilla so that the boy immediately took it.

Cilla sucked one loaf of bread with a gaze that still pointed at her brother. "Well, what the hell, brother? I don't want to live in Grandma's house. Mom and Dad will be good again. I can guess if they're already nelantarin us. Mother just call me every day, talking kangen and want to meet us."

"Well, you must know me once in a while, I will be circumcised. I don't want to. Eat it I want to snack first. We're twins, so it's gotta be compact."

"Indeed, if you don't go home, you'll cancel your circumcision plan?" cynical kid's pissed.

"Yes, but I want to try first. Who knows."

"Udah first, then discuss again if you are already in class, I want to go to class first! Don't mostly use the Dek filter, afraid I don't know my own sister." Then ran out of the room to catch up with the figure of a cute creature.

The leg ran hastily over Malika, but a second later her bright smile fell as she stopped her steps next to the gazebo about five meters from where she was standing now. The boy's eyes widened when he found out Malika was sitting side by side with Evan. Malika's face looks so enthusiastic as she thrusts a box of supplies at Evan.

The cello hid behind a pole to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"You really don't like Cello, do you, Lika?" evan asked seriously.

"really. He's the son of my boss's parents. I always eat well with him. I'm not even possible, dating a second-grader" Malika said full of justification. "Let's try it, I also helped you make the fried rice."

Malika's hand thrust out the box of fried rice. Evan accepts and scoops until the rice pack goes perfectly into his mouth. Making the cello brain that is peeping so an impromptu billowing does not accept. More precisely he did not accept Malika's words just now.

"How do marriage problems continue? Do you really want to get married?"

"You know, after all he was a child, said the father of a child's speech can not be trusted, most if it's big also forget me."

Cello promises that he will never forget Malika. The determination that had been back and forth was unclear, becoming more and more round. That Cello will marry Malika someday if he grows up. After all, he had obtained full permission, both from his own family, and Malika's parents.

"So how do we go, what do we want to date?"

Not yet Malika answered Evan's question, Cello who was too upset shouted while running.

"Likaayo!" he screamed until he was deafening. "I want to talk to you" he said scowling.

Evan immediately put on a hostile face as soon as he saw the appearance of Cello.

"What's Ell?" Malika nodded nervously. Sitting him a little gradually backwards as if he was being hit with a sigh of disdain.

Malika's face looked awkward. She was not cheating on her husband.

"I want to talk to you, but not here." Cello focused on looking at Malika with lips that had been pursed full of threats. He considers Evan as an invisible creature so it does not need to be considered to exist.

"Van, I'm going first." Malika followed in the footsteps of Cello. Walking in tandem left Evan and the fried rice he was enjoying.

They were standing right next to the fifth grade which was a little quiet because the fifth grade students were having sports lessons.

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