My student's my future husband?
(S2) Ep 1. New Students
Hello everyone, congratulations on reading the continuation of the series "My Student, My Husband Candidate" season 2
Q: Why wasn't Thor's story split?
A: Because I am still pursuing the target level and contract income, hehe, so stay here
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The clattering of steps sounded boisterous after the morning bell rang out loud. The students of one of the favorite public high schools in the city of Bandung run to their respective classes. The students of class XII IPA 5 have been sitting neatly occupying their seats. The position of the hands crossed on the table is almost done by all of them to welcome English subjects that will be brought by their own homeroom.
Alisa's notoriously friendly and kind mother walks into the classroom with her big smile. The disciples saluted.
“Good Morning, Student! How are you?” sweep it while putting the bag and textbook on the table.
“I’m fine, thank you!” say the students simultaneously.
“Good! Today I’ll inform you that we’re going to have a new friends in our class! (Good! Today I will inform you that we have a new student in our class!" said cheerfully. Instantly, the disciples looked at each other with their friends. Assorted expressions mounted on their faces, shocked, delighted, anxious, and afraid. It is rare for their school to accept new students in the last school year, especially for the third grade. So astonishment and surprise dominated the feelings of the students of XII IPA 5 which is famous as the noisiest class.
“Okay, you may come in, please! (OK, please log in)!” exclaimed Ms. Alisa, telling a teenage man outside the classroom to go inside.
A teenage man with a highcut haircut who had been combed a little neatly towards the edge, walked in front of the class with casual steps. The nose is sharp, the eyes are narrow with the eye bag lower poking, and the lips thin make from any point of view, the man can be said to be very handsome. Ideal body posture and height like a model. Almost all of the disciples were stunned at him, as the young man confronted himself towards his new friends.
*“Come on\, introduce yourself please! **(Let's introduce yourself)!” said Ms. Alisa who was standing next to the young man.
“Hi... my name is Arsene Rezka, you can call me Arsene(Hi, my name is Arsene Rezka, you can call me Arsene),” he said very briefly.
“Good Arsene! Would you tell us, where do you come from (Good, Arsene! Will you tell us where you come from)?”
“Actually, I was born here in this city. But formerly, I came from Singapore, and now I’m going back to this city to have study with you all (Actually, I was born in this city. But before I moved from Singapore, and now I am back in this city to study with you guys),” he sounds very fluent in English. It certainly makes the friends in front of him amazed because of the speech in English, even though it is actually very simple.
“Very nice! Umm...” Bu Alisa seemed to notice the empty bench, estimating where Arsene would sit. He smiled even though he looked hesitant.
“Okay, you may have your seat with Zaara! Because we don’t have any empty seat. So, just make a friend with her (OK, you can sit with Zaara, because there are no more empty benches here. So be friends with him) !” said friendly.
DEG. The owner of the name who felt called suddenly his heart surged in shock. The seat next to him was empty. The hijab-wearing young girl looked around her. All of his friends had friends, except for him. And now, he had to sit with a man next to him. Oh No!
“But, Mrs. Alisa! I can’t sit with him, he is a boy (But Miss Alisa, I can't sit with him. He's a man)!” said the hijab girl interrupted.
Ms. Alisa shakes. “Zaara, this is school! Not a mosque, so be friends with Arsene!” exclaim that homeroom class.
The students were heard giggling after the homeroom teacher said. Others cheered Zaara in a soft voice.
Zaara clenched both her hands under her desk. How did that happen to her? Though he is famous as the most anti-religionist with any man who tried to approach him or just befriend him. He had to hold back at the behest of his teacher's mother.
Arsene nodded at his teacher after he was invited to sit down. With a casual step, he approached the empty bench next to the beautiful girl whose face had a look like red cayenne pepper, very spicy. The other student still looked amazed and envious because he was sitting next to the girl who always said anti to the man at school.
“Hai!” greet Arsene friendly.
Instead of retaliating, Zaara instead glared resentfully at the man. But Arsene did not care, he remained sitting in the chair next to Zaara who seemed to be holding his breath.
“I won't bite you!” chirps Arsene without looking at the girl, making the girl's blood just go up.
“Okay, we’re going to start the lesson!” exclaims Ms. Alisa opened her laptop.
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After the second lesson was over, the girls covered Zaara and Arsene's desk in the back left corner of the room. Zaara snorted in annoyance. He was eager to escape from the atmosphere and went to the mosque to meet his spiritual friends. But he was reluctant to say to the man next to him, let alone the gang of hot girls had surrounded them. Zaara pretended to read the book when they started making noises.
“Hai, Arsene! Fucking dong! My name is Love!” said a straight-haired student. Her face was beautiful with a pointy nose, her eyes big.
Arsene glanced at him a little. “Hai!” he said it briefly and smiled thinly.
“If I am Anindya, call me Anin!” this time a curly-haired schoolgirl with glasses introduced herself.
“Gue Marsha!” said the schoolgirl bangs straight with her thin, falling hair. His body is thin and tall.
“If I...”.
“Elu bear,” sahut Cinta cut off the greeting of his gang friend who did have a large body rather contained. His friends were laughing.
“Eh, basic elo not polite! I'm Utami! Call aja Tami!” he said while brushing his shoulder-length hair.
Arsene smiled broadly at the four girls beside him.
“Lo is so handsome! Want to be my girlfriend? Surely we become a couple seleb in school you know..” said Love is very confident.
Arsene raised an eyebrow and widened his eyes in disbelief. His mouth had not said a single word.
“Not to be considered, he's kidding doang!” utami.
“Ah said you were jealous, Mi!” timpal Love.
“Ish! Let our prince talk first!” sahut Anin's.
Zaara was nauseous to hear the babbling of her classmate. But he still did not flinch, he did not want to look for trouble with the heckling gang.
“Sorry, I have to go!” said Arsene who moved from his seat while carrying a goody bag, then left just like leaving the four girls who noisily interviewed him.
“Yaaaah... blur him!” chirps Marsha.
“For you anyway, Mi!”
“Eh my coc! Pan you who started shooting, new acquaintances have also played shoot!” sulcan Tami is upset.
“Finished handsome bangeeeet! It's a shame that the hunt was taken Zaara, right?!” timpal Cinta tells Zaara who is still pretending to read.
“Cih, I can do it, he's as good a guy as me! Tukeran dong Ra!” love is sitting next to Zaara.
Zaara pretended not to notice their conversation, so she put on a handsome surprise and astonishment. Even though his own heart was already upset once because this raucous gang questioned him.
“Eh, what's up?” tanyanya pretended not to know.
“Tukeran same seat Arsene, lo same Anin want not?!”
“Iiiih... Love! I don't want to sit with this pretentious girl!” sergeant Anin pulls Love from the seat.
“If you want a tucker you should ask for the same Mrs. Alisa!” zaara tried to calm down.
“Cih! Mrs. Alisa where would you like to be! Yuk ah to the canteen!” invite Love to just walk out of class. While the three friends glanced at Zaara before following their gang leader.
Zaara breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally escape. Immediately he closed his book, and went to the mosque while carrying his lunch box.
Meanwhile Arsene sat in the front corridor seat of his class alone. His head turned right and left, as if he was looking for someone. Suddenly his gaze met with Zaara who had just walked out of the classroom. Zaara's heart was shocked, she continued her steps towards the mosque.
“Zaara!” call Arsene, the girl stopped and turned her head, holding back her irritation.
“What?” ketus answer.
“You know class X-1 where?” arsene asked the girl. Zaara stepped back and attached her body to the wall.
“Eh, i-it's on the 2nd floor. Yes, class X-1 is on the 2nd floor,” he said while glancing in the other direction, because Arsene was staring at him.
“Can you please take me there?” arsene Pinta.
Zaara pursed her eyes and eyebrows. Why should I drive this guy? What would happen if rohis friends saw me walking with this guy? A few questions mixed in his mind.
“OK! You follow me! But please, you have to walk behind me! Give me 2 meters, okay?!” rigid door.
Arsene's shoulders shuddered, he seemed to hold back his laughter because of the strange behavior of the girl before him.
“OK!”
Zaara glared at Arsene, then her chin raised to the left, signifying her invitation to leave immediately. Zaara stepped stiffly, taking a ladder that was a short distance from her class. Though there was a staircase closer, it was just that it was closer to the school mosque. So trying maybe he took another path so as not to be seen his spiritual friend.
While Arsene walked while watching the girl who pointed him the way. Zaara's uniform looked strange, though at first glance similar to the others, consisting of white and ash. It's just that the shape is looser than the other princess uniforms. He wasn't wearing a belt. Her back veil is long enough to cover her curves. She wondered why Zaara looked strange in her eyes, even though her face was pretty.
Zaara glanced back, just to make sure that Arsene was still following him with the distance he had determined. Some students looked to Arsene, especially when he passed a crowd of students who were sitting sweetly in the school corridor. Zaara started up the stairs followed by Arsene behind her. Shortly after, the girl stopped.
“It's class X-1!” said ketus.
“Oke thank you! Wait a minute!” arsene said holding Zaara made a squeak on her forehead.
What the hell am I being told to wait for a gini? Is he afraid to go back to class? he said angry in his heart.
Arsene stood beside the tenth-grade door, paying attention to the state of the class. Zaara looked at him and questioned why Arsene went to this class? Is there a boyfriend there? Ah, he doesn't care.
Some of the disciples watched Arsene in surprise, others were astonished and stunned. Arsene waved to someone in there. Not long after, a student came out. His face was handsome and very similar to Arsene's. It's just that his face is more oval than Arsene's.
Arsene took the student to a quieter place. Zaara was curious about the two of them. Secretly, he approached in order to steal the two men's conversation.
“Rain, This is for you! Grandpa said, your lunch is left behind, right?” arsene gave the bag to Rain.
“Iya! Lah, what kind of stock?” tanyanya took the bag.
“Easy, I can eat in the cafeteria later!”
Zaara heard the conversation. The X student was Arsene's sister. They are both new students at this school.
“Still, Bang!” said Rain and immediately passed back into his class.
Arsene smiles.
Zaara pretended to look the other way, as if she had not listened to the conversation. Arsene.
“Yuk!” bring him.
“You're way behind! Remember, distance 2 meters!” exciting Zaara.
“Feelings of our seats are also not there until one meter!” sahut Arsene looked at Zaara.
Zaara screeched and inched away from before the man. Arsene just chuckled amusedly while shaking her head.
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