The Married With Dangerous Boy
37. New Students

Martha looked at Alesha from the bottom up. "You haven't changed your clothes yet, Sha?"

"Gue doesn't play sports."

"Why?"

"Mules,"

"Yaudah, miss BAB."

"Not keblet pup,"

Martha's eyes widened perfectly. "Don't get pregnant again" she guessed.

Alesha pushed Martha's head slowly. "Gue's another hitch, not pregnant." Sergeants.

Martha's face changed. It is mangosteen seraya ber'oh'ria. "So you want to be that statue? Watch us sport with the next class?"

"The idea is that, but I want to go to Uks only rather than my ears will hurt."

"ill? You've got your frogs?"

Alesha pushed Martha's head once more. This time a little stronger. "Neighbor!"

Martha rubbed her head a few times. "Continue?"

"My cup will hurt if I have to grumble with your babble with Ferdi."

"Why do you take my name with Ferdi?" Martha raised an octave of her voice. He does not like if it should be equated by a guy alay with a crisp voice like Ferdi.

"The color of your voices is the same, both are flat!" alesha shouted a little while covering her ears.

"Never tell me the same as the sound of a can of crackers!" furious Martha.

"We are different. His voice is broken, if my voice is sweet." The girl rushed away leaving Alesha alone in the bathroom

Alesha's lips twitched. "Cruel world? Not self-conscious."

...***...

Hendrawan counted the combined number of students. Twice the number is different. First sixty, now fifty-eight. He scratched his unscratchy head.

"Sixty years ago, why fifty-eight now?" Hendrawan looked at his eight-shaped fingers.

"Sir, let's start sports" said Sari who is always enthusiastic about sports lessons.

"Yes, yes." Hendrawan stopped the count. The old man returned to focusing on the lesson.

"Sweep-" hasn't finished talking. Ferdi cut it off.

"Shaf and line. We will exercise in jama'ah. Don't forget not to precede the priest."

It just so happened that Martha was standing next to him. The girl punched Ferdi hard on the head. "Bego! You were already a priest!"

Ferdi looked at Hendrawan who was also staring at him. "Wawan is not a problem, is it, sir?"

"The real problem."

"Denger noh's. That's why it's got the same ear in the pake!" Martha tapped Ferdi's ear.

"Where are your eyes going?"

Martha touched both eyes. "Here,"

"Kok didn't see my ears were two here,"

"Oh that many congeks?" mellifluous Martha. Of course it made everyone laugh at Ferdi.

"Learn child,"

"Lo who is less than a job!"

Laka stared flat ahead. As Ferdi's best friend who stood side by side next to Ferdi, he had to let go of his ears a little problematic because of the duo's kingpin.

"Ferdi, Martha, shut up!" tegur Hendrawan's.

"Ready, sir."

Hendrawan bobbing head. He breathed rough. A minute of his time had been wasted just listening to the debate between the two of them.

"Excuse me," a well-dressed sports girl stood far enough beside Hendrawan.

Everyone looked at him in astonishment. Some people were surprised to see the arrival of the girl. Her face was shining brightly, her tall body as tall as an international model.

His nose makes some pug students close their noses because of insecure. Her eyelashes are plump, so beautiful. This creature of God really looks perfect.

Hendrawan was speechless as he looked at her beautiful face. Not only Hendrawan, some other students were also dumbstruck.

"Gue I've seen his face before,"

"Yes the same,"

"But where are ya?"

"A pretty oath,"

"Gue envied her body,"

Some students talk about it. But for him it was common. Because he often heard that like a sentence, even more than that.

"Can I join? Said the teacher waka, I participated in the processing of class XII IPS 2," he said.

"Here come in, Miss Nana."

Everyone looked at Ferdi. They snap their fingers at each other. They now remember who that person is.

"Oh this is Nana Datuwani? The originals are more beautiful than in magazines," said Sari.

Nana smiled shyly. He nodded his head a few times. "Yes, I'm Nana Datuwani. Greetings to all,"

"I'm a new student here."

...***...

Alesha waits for Zafran's invitation. In the middle of the lesson, the guy had permission to go home. More precisely to the office, because there is a sudden business.

Alesha thought she would take a taxi or ride Martha, but Zafran would not allow it.

You have to wait for me to come, don't go home until I get there, he said

Well, that's what Zafran said on the phone. After finding out Alesha went to the Uks, the guy seemed to not allow his wife to go home alone.

On the other hand, Zafran was riding his bike at full speed. The school was almost deserted, and he had just finished coming home from a meeting discussing the project for his new villa as well as ideas for an introduction as well as a model that would star in the company's latest product.

Zafran glanced at the clock that kept running on the speedometer section. His breathing was stifled slowly and he exhaled a few rough breaths.

"Alesha's half an hour waiting."

Meanwhile, Alesha reads her beloved novel that she did not read long at a stop near the school while waiting for Zafran.

Because it was too cool to read a novel, the girl did not realize she had been waiting for him since thirty minutes ago. But suddenly his feelings turned bad.

Alesha's heart felt awkward. He immediately took his phone, and called Zafran. The guy immediately raised it after feeling a tremor in his chest.

"Hello, Sha. I'll just wait until."

"How much longer?"

"Five minutes,"

"Don't speed, Zafran."

"Yes, yes."

Although he said yes, but for Zafran not speeding it is an impossibility. If he doesn't pick up Alesha soon, Zafran fears it will make him lonely.

When he put the phone back in, suddenly someone ran in the street. Zafran glared his eyes wide. He could not brake.

Because he rides the bike above average and he is in the corner, five percent of people will survive the accident.

However, Zafran managed to dodge. He threw the steering wheel to the left. Finally, Zafran hit the roadblock until he fell off the bike.

The guy immediately stood up. He took off his helmet. The guy frowned after learning his victim was spitting blood on his head.

Zafran panic. He immediately saw the state of the victim he hit without thinking about the circumstances. Some people started coming. With a limp leg, he saw who the figure he had hit was.

His eyes immediately widened. His chest rose and fell when he found out who that person was. Even Zafran really recognized him.

"Sin'ana?"

Zafran shook the body of the girl lying helplessly. His mind is now in the fog. He hit his best friend. Zafran patted her cheeks slowly some.

"Na, wake up."

"Lady!!"

"I've called the ambulance, they're coming soon." A witness named Samsul said.

Zafran rubbed his face in a huff. He did not expect to involve Nana in this accident. He did hate a little girl who had made his friendship with Gavin destroyed, but Zafran did not intend to make him harm.

Zafran glanced at his hand. His hands are bleeding.

"Mas, don't move much. Rest first, let the blood not come out continuously," said Mr. Samsul.

"blood? I'm bleeding?"

"Yes, your head is hurt."

On the other hand, Alesha was getting worried. Feeling agitated. Zafran said he was coming in five minutes. But it's been almost five hours since he turned off his phone.

It was getting darker, if Alesha had not taken the initiative to go home alone, the girl would have become ice at the stop.

"Where is Lo, Zafran?"

"Don't worry me."

...***...