Riyan & Vania
05. Children XII IPA 5

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Waitaminute! Wait a minute, I looked left and back! Damnit damnit! I was the only one who looked tense. The line of ends casually cut the nails. The table next to me, jitters with his pimples popping.

Uhhh!! I forgot, this is class XII IPA Lima. There's nothing normal here.

"Number of 32 people, but why aren't twenty people around?!!! " Said the father sarcasm.

We all kept quiet, not out of fear. It was just so reluctant to interfere with the words of this new teacher.

"You're so insolent!!! Until you are complete, don't expect me to enter and become your homeroom teacher!!!! " She threatened, she with her legs snapped out of our classroom.

I looked to the right, I felt a flash of shadow. It turned out to be Sandy who had just casually jumped off the fence. I could see it, because my class was near the fence, and I was sitting at the table on both sides of the right.

Not long after, Sandy casually entered the classroom. With empay or five other friends.

"Van, my girl. The teacher? Our new class guardian? Where's dia? It's not right to be our guardian? " Task Sandy lightly walking towards me.

Don't listen to him! The noise is so strange! I don't know since when he claimed I was his, but we just didn't have any relationship.

"Where do I know, no matter, do not look, not open, not not not not no. "say I refuse, I put my body on the table. I was so sleepy.

"Woi Korean kw, how is our teacher? " i can hear it behind my closed eyes. I know, it must be Sandy again talking to Shina, understand Shina is a fan of hard-line Korean drama. I don't know how Sandy could give me that name.

Well he is Sandy Arthur, son of a rich man, handsome indeed, tall, pointed nose. But baby, his mouth is too limp. Not only that, Sandy's position is a troublemaker at this school. Even so, he remains the captain in the volleyball team. Well because he's great at it.

"Sold and not handsome. Unchhh, wanted Suga deh who became the homeroom teacher, "said Shina, let me guess he said that while smiling expectantly. Maybe I know, the one in the bow is Suga BTS right?

"Suga? Suga is a teacher.  But I forgot he's the Elementary School teacher what kind of a kind of TK? Dish, Sugawara what teacher? " i know, it's Sandy's voice.

I resurrected my body, I think there will be a misunderstanding here.

"I forgot San, which I remember Daichi being a cop. "Said Disha lightly.

"What are you talking about??? " ask Shina wonder. He was confused, and did not understand. I'm sure it is. I looked at Disha and Shina alternately.

"Wrong server beg*k!!!! Suga who Shina means Suga BTS. Suga the same Sandy Disha mean that Suga Haikyuu!! Ah ah dark!!! " I got up, walked out of class. Really, very tired it feels if you have to see two groups of different streams continue to fight.

I don't know why, why don't they just make peace?

While nagging me around the school corridor, I don't know what it feels like.

Brukkhh!!!

Without me knowing, I hit someone. I'm sure he's a man, because he's tall. I kind of looked up.

Hummm, I think I know him. He was Rayden, that cold Ketos. The legend of his cold is not to be asked again. He will only answer the teacher's questions and questions that he thinks are important.

Understandably, IPA one is indeed superior.

"Handsanitizer, "he said briefly. I look at wonder. Then I saw the friend next to him give me the cleaning serum.

Waitaminute! Waitaminute! Hoik! What do you think I am?! A germ?! I'm human, clean and calm!!

It was my mind that was screaming, yet I remained frozen, my voice held back by its aura.

"Other times use your feet properly. If you can't, just throw that leg away. "he said sarcastically, he just walked past me.

From what happened today I learned a lesson. That I don't want to be anymore, ah no! I don't want to go with someone like that either. What the fuck!!!

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Siall!!!! Today I don't know what happened to me, I woke up tethered. Fortunately there is a Agung om ready anterin me. I survived Beta sir's spray.

Today as usual, we lined up for about half an hour, to hear everything that came out of the mouths of the teachers.

And right now, the one giving the direction was the principal. He was staring at our class. And, members of my class no one cares.

" Eleven people have been my teachers looking for class XII IPA LIMA since Mr. Ghani retired. Young teachers, or experienced ones. Everyone retreats regularly, they give up on your class. So, now you don't have a homeroom teacher. " That father's words echoed through his mic.

Our class suddenly became the center of attention. My shameless friends, still relaxed, upright as if there were no problems.

"One day ago, you got a new homeroom teacher. However, he retreated on the grounds that you did not appreciate him as a teacher. "

I didn't comment on that.

"Until now no teacher has been able to be your homeroom teacher. Educating and teaching you is very difficult. Even for myself. You are compact, but your compactness is out of place. I'm so confused, how." continued the principal.

Okay, what Mr. Principal said is true. We are compact, especially if it is concerned not to do the task en masse. And the only one who can change us is Ghani.

"That's right, Principal! I think they should all be taught a lesson! " welcome Mr. Doyok, our former homeroom teacher. In the ranks of our former substitute homeroom teacher, only Mr. Doyok has been able to survive two weeks. The rest is over. Understandably, Mr. Doyok is indeed a superior teacher.

"May! Napa teacher bro! He doesn't deserve to be in our class." whispered Disha infuriated.

"Pak Doyok need not worry, I have prepared a homeroom teacher. I'm sure, they will be able to obey in the hands of this one homeroom teacher. "

I don't know why I suddenly wondered about this homeroom teacher.

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"My name is Riyan Adi Jaya, 20 years old. I am your new homeroom teacher. "