Sometimes Friends are the Enemy
The Part 27

There, each group directly dissected the stomach of each frog and examined all of its internal organs. Some feel disgusted to want to vomit, some are curious and enthusiastic.

As they researched, they also listened to the direction of the teacher.

Each student does his part. Some use microscopes, some make reports, and some discuss each other.

Tuti one of the students who felt disgusted, was reluctant to touch the frog's entrails despite wearing gloves.

"You're the one who researched for me. Pleases. Just tell me how the network structure is and I'll draw it." He told one of the students in his group.

"Where can that be! Although we work in groups, but we also have to make a report to each."

"That's easy. Zoom and just tell me, I'll draw it."

"Could be? You have to zoom first and then draw it. Don't be so damn ignorant. Later you even draw a chicken scratch, not the tissue structure properly."

"Ih! Onion yah. Don't worry! My brain is very intelligent and brilliant at digesting your every word. Just explain it and I'll draw it."

"Eit...

Hold still. The reward is dong. There is nothing free in this world but farts. Piss just pay. I don't want to work for free."

"Allah...

Ckckck. Same friends own calculations." The lyrics start to get annoyed.

"Sorry Tut's. Business does not know friends. That's what I've been saying since I was born."

"Gosh, the shit's getting less clear. When you were born, you were just crying and wetting your bed. Know it?"

"I've been different since I was born. I'm a genius kid. Your future I can read."

"ah! Nevermind! I'm tired of arguing with you. Longer and worse. What do you want in return?"

Then he approached and whispered in Tuti's ear,

"Later in the afternoon meet me in the backyard of the school after class. I'll tell you what the pay will be."

Tuti just nodded his head and worried about what his friend was planning. Because he is not a trusted friend but his mouth is full of falsehoods even though he is smart. But for the sake of value, he was willing.

When they discussed, the teacher left them for a moment to take a report on the results of his research that he had previously done.

Shortly after the teacher returned, he asked if each group had finished their work.

But there are three other groups that have not been completed, one of which is the Linda group.

When they were about to dissect the frog's body, the frog came off and jumped because it was not held firmly. The frog made the atmosphere become boisterous and chaotic as they crowded around to catch him. Fortunately the teacher wasn't there because they could have been given a red score.

Fifteen minutes of time was wasted trying to catch the frog because he was so shrewd and agile as to avoid their catch.

The frog was finally able to get caught while jumping on top of a student's head and trapped in her dense curly-washed hair.

He was very scared and wanted to scream. But the others forbade him and told him to remain silent and calm.

Like a block of wood stuck in the ground, the student held himself motionless and did not breathe until the frog was taken from his head.

The teacher gave ten minutes until all the groups completed their assignments and presented them in front of the class.

The three groups wrote so quickly that the friction of the pen on the paper produced smoke in the book because it was so fast.

After all the groups had completed their tasks, the teacher requested that the first group come forward and report the results in front of the class. But unfortunately at the same time, the lesson bell ended.

All of the students cheered in relief because they were all not ready yet.

During the break, all the students spent time in the cafeteria. But not with that student whose hair was curly.

She spends her time in the school toilet and washes her hair clean.

But the thick curly hair seems difficult to limp when doused in water. It still expands as if it is waterproof.

One of the students who happened to be there was wide-eyed in wonder and laughed loudly upon seeing him. "How can there be such a hair?" Her thought.

But later she felt sorry for him and helped him clean his hair. He asked, 'em,

"Why did you wash your hair at school? Did you not have a shower this morning? Or are you sleepy during class?" She was a student from another class who had just finished defecating.

"There's a jumping frog." Answer lethargic.

"What's? Jump frog?" As if in disbelief, he laughed again in a loud voice. 'How can a frog jump into his hair? Does the frog think it's the nest? Thought again.

"i'm serious. Why are you laughing?" Annoyed annoyed.

"sorry. Excuse me. But it's hard for my brain to digest. How can a frog jump into your hair? Are you rolling around in the schoolyard?"

His frustration grew so high that he asked in an angry tone, "You want to help or want to mock? Huh uh?"

"sorry. Excuse me. Here let me help. But what will you dry it with?"

"Wear the wind!" Ketus answer.

"Windy? Where's?"

"That, wind. You can't see? Your eyes are blind."

"The wind cannot be seen. But it can be felt. How the hell!"

"That's smart!"

After washing her hair, she went to the school backyard to let the wind dry her hair. But he was just there for a moment alone, nagging,

"Because Linda said, I'm so hard. I'm hungry and can't get to the cafeteria. That insolent frog! Fortunately he was dead. Otherwise, I'll teach him a lesson so as not to be rude anymore."

Bell rings. So he walked quickly into the classroom because the teacher who will enter is a killer teacher who is always on time.

So he walked quickly and ran occasionally in the school hallway in order to get ahead of the teacher. But how unlucky he was then, he was one minute late from the teacher.

He got to the door when the teacher was greeting the students and started explaining some of the subjects.

His hands trembled as he was about to knock on the door along with the killer teacher's sharp gaze.

"What are you doing there?" Snapped the teacher.

"I want to go in, sir." His answer was trembling with fear.

"Are you a student in this class?"

He nodded and bowed.

"Murids here are never late. You're not a student here. There go!"

He no longer dared to answer or look for excuses and chose to stand outside in front of the class. But his heart continued to blame the frog and his unlucky fate while listening to the teacher preach insinuating him.