Joy: A Hope's
Chapter 16: Mr. Jo (Group Guardian)

Different in the first hour and the second hour that was only filled with empty hours. In the third and final hour of the day's course schedule, a young male teacher enters the DPIB's X classroom.

The proportional body and the clean white face that supported the teacher's charm made some students, especially female students gasp at the first meeting.

The sunglasses that had been perched in front of the eyes were removed once standing gallantly in front of the class. A straight glance looked at the 25-man student in turn. While both hands are turned backwards so that they form a position like at a perfect break.

For a moment only silence is pervading. It looked like some disciples were holding their breath with tense faces. Either because of nervousness or because of something else. The classroom atmosphere was very noisy. To the extent that the young teacher heard their commotion from outside while walking in the corridor towards their classroom.

“Look not on butek so, dong. This is our first meeting, you know. The impact time was immediately bad,” joked the young teacher, then chuckled.

The arches on both corners of the young teacher's lips looked sweet. Then, the man clapped his hands together and exclaimed, “OK, children. Good morning and let's start the introductions on this day.”

“My name, Jordan Nataniel. Math teacher, as well as your homeroom teacher, X DPIB,” said the teacher again.

“Ihhh, Sir! Really, really handsome, anyway. What age, Sir?” A disciple at the back of the middle row, shamelessly asked in a coquettish style at their new teacher.

At a glance all pairs of eyes were on him, including Mr. Jo, the young teacher. Instantly the long ‘uuu’ cheers were called by other students to read the question of the centil student.

The disciple looked at his friends with a stupor. A faint smile was imprinted on the lips. “Huh, what a loh all! Sirik, say bosss!” back mirror.

Mr. Jo could only shake his head while laughing lightly at the behavior of his new students. Just-there's. “Already, already. Don't poke each other. You guys are, right, one class. New students again. Must be solid,” he said reprimanding.

“Ah yes, whose name are you?” continued Mr. Jo asked while pointing at the student centil.

“I, Sir?” his speech was so excited, and immediately got a nod from Mr. Jo.

The girl smelled a smile as she flicked her hair back. Wrong attitude. He looked at Mr. Jo shyly and continued saying, “My name, Milea, Sir.”

“Oh, Milea.” Mr. Jo's mangosteen.

A second later, the man asked again as he remembered something. He looked at the centile disciple with one eyebrow raised. “Where are you?”

Silent for a moment, until the sound of a response, “Kan, Mr.” Then lowered his head hiding a red met face.

“Dih, lebay, lu!” the lips of a young boy sitting next to Joy.

Arga. The teenager returned after the break. Joy found him sleeping— slumped his head on the table— next to his stool as soon as he entered class.

“Milea KW him, Sir!” arga's cheer continued to complain to Mr. Jo.

Mr. Jo's gaze turned on the man. Smiles instantly turned friendly. “Hello, Arga. Meet us again in the new school year. Welcome to my class. Hopefully at home for the next year,” his greeting welcomes with a relaxed tone as if they are close friends.

There was no response from Arga other than the arch at the corner of the left lip. Thin grin.

Joy doesn't even understand that one student. According to him, Arga was something mysterious that he had to solve.

“Oke, kids. Until here we were introduced to this day. And if anyone wants to ask more about I might be able to chat to this WhatsApp number.”

All the female students were instantly hysterical as soon as Mr. Jo took out the black inked marker and started writing a line of twelve-digit numbers on the blackboard. With a gercep they copied it onto the back cover of their notebook. Who would waste that golden opportunity? Of course the answer is none. Rarely will the teacher share his personal WhatsApp number with just any student, let alone this young teacher.

“And, Milea. You asked me about my age, right? I am 22 years old,” he continued again, answering the question that was thrown by Milea.

The female disciples were made to gawk in disbelief. Unlike Milea who is increasingly persimmon on Mr. Jo. Very young! The ideal husband, right?! the pekikin' in heart.

Back Mr. Jo looked at his students. “Now, it is your turn to introduce yourself to Mr.”

The introduction starts in a row from the front bench on the right to the back bench. Each student has the opportunity to introduce themselves by mentioning their name, address of residence, and the origin of their school.

However, also some female students with a centile add some things such as age, hobbies, and even their favorite food. It was just for caper to Mr. Jo. Although Mr. Jo himself did not take their introduction seriously.

And, male students could only shake their heads with the mannerisms of their classmates. A clear turn is like a hot worm!

After self-introduction. Meeting on the first day, that day, ending with closing words, “Good for his good cooperation. Let's close the meeting today and meet at the next meeting. Hopefully we can be more familiar as a homeroom teacher and his students.”

A smile is always on your lips when you say that.

Classes at the last hour close faster. But it was not yet time to go home. As a result, the empty hours were again filled by the fanfare of students. Some also take advantage of it by wandering out of class and finding new friends or just capers from one class to another. It's a dominant chick student, anyway, who capers to a handsome senior-senior.

While in class. Joy secretly glanced at the male student next to her who was cool playing online games. Often the rude and inappropriate swearing was uttered out of those insolent lips. It felt like Joy was eager to rebuke whenever the word was heard.

“Tadi, skip to where?” Joy raised the question carefully so as not to offend Arga like this morning. Joy was about to invite acquaintances and familiar with students who were feared by her classmates.

No response yet. Perhaps the man did not hear it or pretended to be deaf.

“Luckily, no teacher came in. So you are not absent,” Joy said again.

This time there was a little response. Arga's head was raised along with a roiled breath from his nose.

Arga stared at Joy. Online games on mobile phones tau again interesting so put it in the pocket of gray pants. “Terus, same business lo?”

Joy was made to shut up for a while.

“Sewot very, like a girl!” cibir Arga and immediately moved from his seat while opposing his backpack.

“Eh, where are you going? It's not home yet. Later punished loh if caught truant!” exclaim Joy commemorates when the man stepped out of class and now stands on the doorstep of the class.

“Lo do not need to interfere and care about me. I don't need it all, especially from the noisy craftsman like you. Disturb me!” arga said before her back disappeared behind the classroom door.

Joy who moved back dropped herself to her seat again. Hela was tired of her breathing because she could not stop the action of Arga.

“Udahlah, Joy. Cuekin aja the Arga,” chirps someone who knows already sitting next to Joy— Arga's seat.

Joy looked at him with a lethargic look. Simultaneously a sweet smile immediately greeted him from a girl next to him.

Yes, Aletta. The girl who had brought him acquaintance, but Joy hurriedly. Don't ask where the girl knows her name. Of course from the introduction.

“Mending eating fried rice made by My Mom aja.” Continue a pink stock spot outstretched before him.

Joy stared at the rectangular box-shaped object, then looked at the giver's face. The smile was still faithfully etched on his ranum lips.

“But, I'm full,” let Joy refuse the gift.

The look on the girl's face instantly turned grim from before. “Lying! I know you have not been from the break hours earlier,” timpal Aletta keukeh held out the lunch box.

Joy looked at the girl again. “You?”

“Quiet. I was full in the canteen. I forgot to bring lunch today. Yes, than mending mubazir I love you only, right?”

Unkindly, Joy accepted that. He opened his stock cover as soon as he got instructions from Aletta.

“Come, eaten!”

“Still.” Joy smiled awkwardly, then fed a spoonful of rice into her mouth. Tasty. One word immediately crossed his mind while chewing the fried rice.

“Now want to be my friend, right?”

Three times I put the rice in my mouth. Joy immediately stopped her chewing and turned her head.

“Jadu you bribe me to use this food for friends?” tanyakanya.

Aletta shakes hard. “Eh, no! That's not what I meant. I wanted to meet with acquaintances. But I think it's a rush again,” Aletta explained.

“Then, let's befriend.” Joy said lightly.

Aletta sparkling. “Totally?”

Joy nodded. Slowly a smile rose on the lips looking at Aletta's excited reaction.

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