Loving the Mafia
Complain
After eating, Chesy took the keys to the motorbike to go to the madrasah school. Not for schools to learn, but for work. The school belongs to her brother. And he was actually assigned to be a leader and monitor the activities in the school, but a week was crowned leader, the madrassa was chaotic due to the new regulations and the oddity in taking policy.
Starting from trivial things such as students who are late to school tied to a flag pole, students who are late to pay spp told to wear a red fan hijab announced throughout the school. Teachers should not leave class when there are teaching hours. Spp money can pay half for students whose value is above average. And there are many more strange policies that make the head dizzy.
As a result, Jonah revoked Chesy's leadership and asked his daughter, who had just graduated from college, to serve as TU in the tsanawiyah and aliyah madrasah schools.
Drastic collapse, from direct leader to TU. But it doesn't matter to Chesy, he's enjoying it. Importantly his status as the son of Jonah was not demoted, that status remained the same and did not change.
Chesy was greeted by Sarah when she arrived at school. Just now Chesy parked his bike in the parking lot, already appeared black hooded girl who has dimples. Sarah grabs Chesy's arm.
"Hey, I've been waiting for you since, why just came?" This is what Sarah's name is, always tacky like a postage stamp if you've met Chesy.
The two girls left the parking lot.
"It's bad luck for a size office employee like you. This new clock is coming." Sarah's head bobble.
"Who dares to scold me? If I cut my salary, I can still eat. Abi will keep on loving me to eat. The income from this private school also goes to the abi account. Why bother?" Chesy was so light while grinning.
"Hm... Gini nih if people usually just memandalin parents."
Chesy just yelled at her friend's forehead. They entered the office. Sarah was one of the teachers at the school. More precisely teachers who learn about morality.
Chesy sat in her chair and put the bag on the table.
"Sarah, I want to tell you something. But let's not freak out before I get the evidence to show off" Chesy said.
"What?" Sarah pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Chesy.
"It's about Cazim's ustad" whispered Chesy as she glanced to the left right, making sure no one was snatching her. Because if he talks about the man without evidence, he could be accused of slander. So he only dared to talk to people he trusted, like Sarah for example.
“Heh, why did you hear so much before I told you?”
“Yesterday afternoon, the ladies in the mosque were busy discussing ustad Cazim. Anyway in the discussion of the figure of Cazim charismatic, handsome, submissive, young and attentive, complete package. There are many girls who have a crush because of the complete package.”
“Terus, the same relation with my pembansan what?”
“You must be the same as them, right? You have a crush on that handsome young man whose religious knowledge is good, right? Hayooo... ngaku!”
Chesy hit Sarah on the forehead using a rolled up book. Blug up!
“Ouch! Pain!” Sarah held her forehead.
“Eat him don't just talk! I have a crush on Cazim.”
“So you said what about Mas Cazim?”
“This is me certain!” Chesy whispered, telling me everything that happened last night. About the figure of the man who infiltrated his room and then he chased until entering Cazim's house, even he caught Cazim in a state far from the word alim.
“Casak, anyway?” Sarah is not sure.
“Well, everyone will not believe that I said this.” Chesy grunting. “Sia-sia I talked this to you.”
“Yes yes I believe. I just didn't think Mas Cazim was.”
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