Our Story: The Sudden Chancellery
S2 Chapter 7 – Still Prahara Tasks
Guys, Gala knows that Viani was bullied, but she's still in silence. He will appear again because there is a chip.
They are not really silent2.
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“Sorry about yesterday ..”
“For what?”
They had already arrived in front of the Viani class. Both of their linked hands are now gone.
“Sorry for holding your hand,” Harry said again with a guilty face that made Viani understand what that expression meant.
“There Hana was, right?”
Harry nodded slowly. “From yesterday, he didn't stop calling me. Number him till I block. He did not know the time and abstained from very bright.”
“She's still calling me. Basics, it continues the same absurd thing to send the news Timor Lesti—which I dunno who the hell she is. I know I don't like the Men's Cardboard song, but he's still talking about.”
Harry loudest, “Typical Hana really yes.”
“Why don't you give him a chance?”
“She's still jamet.”
“But you still like right?”
Harry smiled sweetly, placed both hands on Viani's shoulders and slowly turned the girl's body to face the door of her class. “Come on, just a little more bell.”
“OK... okay ..” Viani grabbed Harry's hand and slowly took it off. He turned his head, smiling faintly at the man as he waved his hand.
Then, his eyes caught a figure of a man looking at him from afar, from Harry's class. She answered the gaze flatly before she entered the classroom to sit in her own chair. But a memory suddenly came like an electric short circuit to his brain.
“Oh sh*it!”
The bait just got away when he forgot something all day. Today there is a Mathematical task from Mr. Boni— - a long story and a child that he has written in the HVS sheet, the fruits of his hard work for several days, whose deadline is today.
He opened his bag and he was quite surprised to get the sheet still intact in place.
“Happy deh!” he said without taking the paper out again just as the bell came in.
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From that day on, until the next three days, Viani's school went well. At first Viani thought that this would be prolonged, but in fact this one week nothing happened.
No distractions, and no tasks lost. Until Viani finally forgot her vigilance against the task that often disappeared.
“If this happens again, my family and I will withdraw all our shares. Understand?” gala said to the airpod attached to her ear that morning while delivering Viani that morning, with a small voice that Viani could still hear.
The man looked fierce, and his face was unfriendly. I don't know what happened, the girl didn't dare to guess and didn't really understand about the company. All he knows is that until the stock is withdrawn in large numbers in conjunction, then the stock price can drop dramatically.
“Om, Viani first school ..” pampitnya while peek Gala cheek when their four wheels finally reached school.
“Okay, spirit, dear,” Gala said as she watched Viani get off the car and walk towards the gate while still talking to someone on her phone.
Viani entered quietly. And everything went safe like nothing happened. Although he was happy, there was a hint of feeling that made him wonder.
“Again happy?” ask Harry who came to her in class.
“Today I'm safe thanks to you."
Harry put his phone on the table, smiling gently at Viani.
“You know my PR. Thank you very much … "
Harry intended to speak, but his words were cut off by someone.
“Vi! You're called Mr. Boni. Now he said.”
Viani left the classroom for the teacher's room just as the bell rang and the students entered their respective classes.
Mr. Boni, math teacher— whose face looks like Andika Kangen Band is sitting in his chair with glasses attached to the base of his nose.
“Viani, is this your paper or not? You do it yourself or you ask people to do it?” the question was unceasingly stale and looked at her as if the girl was a stirrup that would be removed from the teeth.
Viani noticed the paper he had collected last week and only realized that it was not his writing, although the name listed there was indeed his name. Viani almost panicked, but she couldn't admit it either if it wasn't hers. He could be punished again by Mr. Boni.
“You ngakulah! This is definitely not your writing!” Mr. Boni took another Viani notebook and compared it. “See yourself!”
“Ka-kalo I'm not in the mood, sa-I nulis use left hand,” replied Viani origin.
“Kiri? So, right left is that?”
“Hm-m, yes, labile ..” May not be written. I hope not nulis. I hope not nulis.
Mr. Boni raised his eyebrows next to. The man seemed to give up and did not want to extend. “Once I know you have a job, I'll call your parents. Don't know?”
Yup! Not told to write! “Ngerti, Mr. Andi—eh-Pak Boni ..” Viani's erratious nervous hiccup.
Just finished business with Mr. Andika—Pak Boni, there are four more teachers—i Bahasa Indonesia, English, Physics, and Kimia— who call him with the same case.
Viani knew it must have been Harry.
The girl smiled. He chatted with Harry to thank him for helping him rewrite his lost tasks. His heart was slightly moved by the foreign feeling that was slowly seeping in.
[Together. But ... Can I ask you something? ]
[Sorry yes! Whatuh? ]
[Tar afternoon, watch me yuk! Dr. The Strange 2 ]
[ Okay! ]
Not until 5 minutes, Viani received a picture message that contained two tickets to watch in seats D 7 and 8.
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Half an hour later, after serving all the teachers who called out to him, Viani was finally able to breathe free air.
He took his foot leisurely towards his class. The field at that time was only filled with schoolgirls in sports uniforms, no one was there in ordinary uniforms, except her and—
In the corner, in the classroom right next to the toilet, Vincent was sitting in front of his class while scoping, out of class. His gaze was empty, his body was pecking. While in his class there are already teachers and students who look silent.
Viani, who could not avoid it because her class path passed through Vincnet's class, had to pass right in front of the boy.
“Viani ..” call Vincent with a raised face and no longer as hard as before.
Viani tried not to say hello. But if his name is called, inevitably he has to stop his steps. “What's up?”
“Lo no pa-pa, right?”
Viani's forehead folded upon hearing the question. “Yes, I'm not pa-pa. Why why?”
Vincent smiled gently, “Just a doang. Can't ya?”
“Bby kok.” The two indexes of Viani clashed hesitantly. He wanted to ask, but hesitated. However, Viani could not stop not caring.
“Eng ... lo why outside?” ask in the end. He recalled, students who are often punished outside must be for not doing PR. “Lo does not do the job?”
“Iya ..”
“Ooh ... what task?”
“Biology ..”
The girl then just nodded slowly until a familiar figure came to her and Vincent.
Erika.
“Hai Aunt Erika ..”
The owner of the name immediately hugged Viani, “How are you, Darling?”
“Good Aunt ... Auntie why come here?”
Erika clucked while pinching her son's waist. “Si Boy, have not done PR many times! Aunty called to school.”
The expression of Vincent is now ashamed. The man's ears turned red while throwing his face away.
“Tante met homeroom Vincent first yes ..” said goodbye to Erika on Viani. “Come, Vin..” The woman of Gemma's age pulled the hand of Vincent who looked resigned to the teacher's office.
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