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After starting to fill out the exam papers, the two homeroom teachers gave 60 minutes to complete the exam. But it only takes 10 minutes, it's all done.
"We're done, teacher" Ram said.
"Well..seriously?" ask the homeroom teacher named Renita.
The headmaster smiled disdainfully, "most of his answers are all wrong."
"But the answer is all correct sir" said the homeroom teacher named Erina.
"No way" said the principal, named Ferdi.
"Fathers can see for themselves, their answers are all correct" Renita said.
Mr. Fredi looked carefully, "it is impossible, if our other children give us an hour and a half, that's also a lot of wrong answers, but this is only 10 minutes and the answers are all right," mind Mr. Fredi.
"How Sir? did my son graduate?" ask Darmendra.
Mr. Fredi nodded, he felt very embarrassed because he had underestimated the twins.
"Alright, the son of Mr. Darmendra's son and Miss Diva will be placed in the 9th grade" said Mr. Fredi.
"Then we excuse you sir, now we have calmed down our children go to school as they wish." Divas.
Darmendra shook the headmaster's hand.
"You study hard." Diva's message.
"Well Mommy, we're not going to disappoint Mommy and Daddy" he said.
"Mommy and Daddy go home first" said Darmendra, nodding his head.
"You guys, let me take you to 9th grade, to meet the homeroom teacher who will teach you" said Mr. Fredi.
Sikembar followed Mr. Fredi to class 9, when he arrived at class 9 Mr. Fredi knocked on the door,
Geck...
Geck..
Geck...
"Get in...!" voice from within.
Mr. Fredi also entered together sikembar. Mr. Fredi told me that he was a 9th grader, of course the homeroom teacher named Grace did not believe, and instead laughed cynically. Just a cute sheet.
"Father joked that, the childhood of this small child has entered the 9th grade, the latest grade 2 Elementary School" said Mr. Grace.
"Sir Mercy will know later" said Mr. Ferdi.
"Alright, well I believe," said Mr. Grace, then Mr. Fredi resigned.
"Our children have new students coming, now introduce your names" said Mr. Grace.
"Greetings everyone, introduce my name Rayden."
"My name is Rendra."
"My name is Rasya."
"My name is Rakha."
"My name is Raffa."
"My name is Roy."
"My name is Ramendra."
"And we are twin brothers" he said.
"Aren't you SEVEN R?" ask a student named Raisa.
Twin just smiled, nodding.
"Now you please sit in an empty seat" said Mr. Grace.
Once they walked to the empty seat, they sat at the back because it was all that was left, the front was filled.
"All right, let's start the lesson" said Mr. Grace.
About an hour they study, now comes time to rest.Children who are the same age does not exist, all are teenagers only the smallest twin. no one wants to be friends with a child.
They don't care either, the seven of them don't need any more friends. Other children go to the cafeteria, as usual just sitting in class. 30 minutes rest time is up, children return to class to take lessons. before the teacher entered the child's child so excited by the existence of a twin, but just ordinary twin. they do not like the person who is looking for face.
(Where is his face looking?)
"May I ask for your signature, I am very pleased with you" said the boy, Rere.
"Here's the paper," Ram.
Then she placed the signature on the paper given by Rere.
"Oh yes my name is Rere, welcome to meet you," said Rere.
"Hmmm" Ray replied, and Rere walked out.
"We're going home now?" ask Roy.
"Let's go home" Rakha.
Twins also came out of the class, arriving outside Agus was waiting for them.
"Little master let's go in." Aguses.
Twins get in the car, "uncle's street."
Agus also began to run his car, Agus was used to this situation, if the twins rarely talk.he is not surprised anymore with such a cymbals nature.
"Uncle has eaten?" ask Ram.
"Not a little master." replied Agus.
"Then we stop at the tent stall, uncle is okay if we eat at the tent stall?" ask Rakha.
"I'm fine little master, eat anywhere that matters a full stomach." replied Agus.
"Well, we'll eat at the tent shop." Roy.
Agus also drove his car to quickly get to the tent stall they intended.
"Here's Uncle," Ren.
Agus also stopped his car, had not yet come down sikembar had heard the commotion in the tent stall turned out there were 6 thugs who asked money to the seller of the tent stall under the pretext of security. Sikembar got out of the car and followed by Agus. sikembar immediately approached the thug, the owner of the tent stall was beaten by the thug.
"What's this?" ask Ren.
"Little children should not interfere, go and drink milk," the thug sneered.
Ram saw the owner of the tent stall his face was bruised and the corner of his lips bleeding immediately help the Father.
"Uncle is okay?" ask Ram.
"Uncle is well, son." replied the Father.
"Based on the father is a liar, it is clear bruised so his face still says fine." murmured Ren.
The customers who were there were frightened since the arrival of the thugs, some were eating and not paying, they were afraid of the thugs.
The place became quiet, only a few people were still sitting in their seats.
"Uncle, if you want to work money don't like to squeeze the sweat of others." Ram.
"You little boys know what? most also know ask your parents." asked the thug.
"We've been working Uncle, already can make money himself." replied Ren.
"Hahaha, work? what kind of little boy does he do?" ask the thug.
"At least we didn't ask for money the way uncle did." Roy.
The thug came forward about to hit the owner of the tent stall, but was confronted by Ray.
Bugghs....
One kick landed perfectly on the thug, the thug fell to the ground.
"Damn, it turned out to be a powerful kick that boy," the inner thug.
"You guys wait any more? attack the boy...!" the order of the thug, of course, he was the chairman so he dared to rule the others.
The five thugs came forward to catch the twin boys, but were first beaten by them, in just an instant the thugs fell to the ground.
"It turns out to be a big win, but martial arts is empty." - sneered Ren.
Ray tells Agus to call the police, Ram has the owner of the tent stall tie the thugs. After the thugs were defeated by the tent stalls were again crowded.
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