Love and the Past
The Part 114
The incoming sunlight shone on Salsa's nursery, making the girl wake up due to the glare in her eyes. He glanced at the wall clock, almost eight o'clock but Azka was still sleeping beside the cage
With great difficulty he woke up, then leaned on the cage with a pillow as a refutation. Just like last night, Salsa gently stroked Azka's hair that was getting longer and longer.
"Azka it's morning, you're not going to school?" ask Salsa.
Feeling a touch in her head, Azka squirms, slowly opening her eyes and the first thing she sees is a tranquilizing smile from the one she loves.
"Morning," said Azka with a pillow face.
"Azka's bath, you're late for school!" salsa's orders.
Azka breathed a deep breath, walked over to the sofa to pick up the paper bag Rayhan had brought last night, then walked into the bathroom.
Would the morning be as beautiful as today if married to Salsa? To imagine it, Azka had misbehaved.
Hearing the bathroom door squeak, Salsa recalls and finds Azka ready for her school uniform. He swallowed his saliva roughly at the good looks of Azka. The male Demage increased many times over even though only rubbed wet hair with a small shade.
"Gapain geliatin to all?" ask Azka.
"Who is interested, very geeer," replied Salsa.
Azka raised her shoulders indifferently, grabbed her bag on the sofa and walked over to Salsa while setting her watch.
"Will you do it?" Salsa pushes Azka's chest.
"There's dust in your hair," Azka's alibi, re-enforcing her body.
Damn, I almost missed it.
Azka cursed herself, almost being caught often kissing the girl's forehead while leaving school. More precisely stealing a kiss when the girl is in a coma.
"Dust?" parrot Salsa stroked her own hair.
"Sorry," Salsa's sash picked up Azka's necklace.
"Hm."
Salsa looked at Azka's departure with pursed lips. Azka has a dual personality. Sometimes cold and cold, sometimes chatty, sometimes spoiled. It seems like she as a boyfriend must be sensitive.
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With a speed above the average Azka propel his motorbike on the highway so as not to be late to school. However, trying as hard as he was to stay late because he left at eight in the morning, the two-meter-high fence was already tightly closed.
"You again you again!" Azka turned her head and found the teacher with a distended head approaching her. He is the new Bk teacher of Pak Agus, his name is Pak Bambang.
"From the hospital sir, know for yourself my girlfriend is sick," Azka replied without being asked.
"This is the third time you've been late for a week, come with me in the beka room!" firmly Mr. Bambang.
"No need to bother sir, I'm straight away. Respect until the break, right?"
"Smart you!" puji Pak Bambang stroked his thick mustache. Mr. Bambang is much more lenient than that fucking Agus sir.
The risk of late one of them pushes the motor to the parking lot, and it was all done by Azka. Dare to take responsibility that is Azka's motto. He knew he was wrong, and he gladly received the punishment according to the school rules.
Standing in the middle of the field while respecting the flag, making it the center of attention for women, as well as members of Avegas in front of their respective classes. Many students approached Azka to give her water to drink. However, Azka is not his name if he takes the gifts of others for granted.
"So drink first!" said the class sister gave a bottle of water to drink.
"Gue can buy it yourself, you think I'm poor?"
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