The Married With Dangerous Boy
47. Cooking Lesions

The girl in the gray-and-white High School uniform was hiding behind a large wall of white. The gusts in his heart were pounding unusually. His body shook withstanding fear.

"Where are you running?"

The sound of footsteps and nagging and babbling from the fat woman jingled red to cackle her ears. He climbed the stairs and continued to run as fast as he could. Sweat ran down his face and cheeks.

His palm rubbed the droplets dripping on his chin. His head turned to look for someone, whether that person was still chasing after him or had already disappeared.

What was stuck in his mind at this time was to avoid the punishment that would be given to him because he woke up late. He did not know where else to run but to the top of the building.

The most important thing is how he can disappear from the view of Bk teacher ter-ngeselin. Whatever the reason for the delay, whether it's because the tires leak, because they are stuck, late to sleep, or other ha, the woman does not care. He doesn't even accept negotiations of any kind.

The principle is if it is too late. If you don't want to be late, don't be late.

His breath sounded dull. He leaned over slightly while holding onto his knees to pick up the air supply for a moment.

"You're in a tough class" he said.

Her chest hurts a little. His throat feels dry. Dehydration attacked her exhausted body. Unfortunately he did not have time to buy water needs for the body's metabolism.

He brought his ears closer to the wall of the stairwell fence upstairs. He did not hear any footsteps or slurs from the woman. He smiled with relief, finally he managed to escape. For now he is safe, but if only Elok memorized and remembered who he was and his full name, his history will run out.

"You want the disciplined teacher to want my law, law another time. Because now I want to skip class hours," he murmured up.

Alesha moved her legs or one by one to the stairs. It was only the first time he had seen so many indecent wall graffiti. On the school wall, all the graffiti was erased, replaced with a brighter and more beautiful paint color, and it was all the work of Zafran and Gavin some time ago.

"Gue seems to know this writing," he stroked the derogatory scribble about her.

Cheap girl.

Alay, I hate you.

Let's go to the club, we're happy-happy.

All kinds of words are written there. Alesha shook her head to see their behavior that was very, very, very does not reflect good personality. Whether whose handwriting, Alesha also does not know, but there is a writing that makes the head boil instantly, and he can guess who the writing belongs to.

I love Zafran.

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The girl walked while looking around. Look around him with a look. Afraid that the person would suddenly appear in front of him. While waiting for his friends to change clothes in the bathroom, he entered the classroom.

The boys changed their clothes so quickly that Alehsa did not have to wait too long in front of the class. Because of their class habits, who wins in sports matches between boys and girls, those who succeed can occupy the class as a dressing room.

Usually the girls win, but it looks like the guys are the ones who win.

"Where are you, Sha?" the confused greeting Roni looked at Alesha's head that could not stand still moving to the right and left.

Alesha looked at Roni from top to bottom. He cleared his throat slowly, then acted as if nothing had made him alert.

"From the library" he said without thinking.

"Packbook has arrived?"

Alesha blinked slowly. He intends to lie to leave immediately and is not suspected, but Roni instead makes him runnier.

"Never," Alesha had to lie twice.

Alesha walked forward, she pushed Roni's body so that the boy would give her a way to her favorite chair. The girl was more excited when she saw her best friend had changed clothes and now she listened to music through her inpond.

Alesha immediately sat down in front of the girl. "Hi, Mar?" Sweepings.

"Sha, is it too late?"

"Bias," he said as he spread his shoulders.

"Your husband came five minutes before entering, why are you together?"

Alesha. "Gue sleeps in the house of in-laws" he exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? Tumben y'all split the bed, uh wrong," he said. "I mean split the house?"

"Mama mint temenin me because Papa's out of town. I spend two days."

Martha mangosteen. He looked forward, but his eyes were turned in another direction. He didn't want to look him in the eye directly. Who else if not the husband of his best friend who always rampaged at him because of less important things.

Alesha who heard the sound of footsteps turned around immediately, she was surprised to find Zafran who came with a flat face.

The man passed by as if he did not know and did not care about his wife. But secretly his hand slipped and gave a form to Alesha.

Alesha raised her eyebrows. A few wrinkles appeared on his forehead. Zafran did not say anything, he just gave an eye gesture. Fortunately Alesha understood, she immediately opened the contents of the envelope that Zafran gave her.

Zafran immediately turned away, and Alesha read it in her heart in a serious state.

"Les cooking?"

Martha who heard Alesha's words was also curious. He approached Alesha's face.

"Sha, pinjem dong," he was afraid to be heard by Zafran.

"this?" Alisa showed the brochure to Marta silently while whispering.

Martha nodded, she seemed enthusiastic about the contents of the brochure she had been looking for all this time. It's cooking lessons. She had long searched wherever there were cooking lessons but had not found a suitable one for Martha.

Alesha gave the brochure from under the table, as she was still borrowing the price seat in front of her, Martha, because if he sits beside Zafran he will surely continue to get a sharp glance from him because he did not leave on time from his mother's house.

Martha received the brochure carefully so as not to fall. His skin touched Alesha's palm. Martha showed a wide grin without guilt.

"Les cook?" sahut.

"Follow yuk, Sha," take Martha to Alesha who looks no interest at all.

"Gue wants it, but it's males, Mar."

"Udah come along, if there is any I must be exciting, Kok," Martha tried to convince.

Alesha thought for a moment. If a cloud person like Martha was a good fit for her, but since Alesha could cook well enough, she would reconsider.

"Lo first, I can follow, really."

"Yes too, you must be busy. Then I want permission with Mama."

Alesha nodded. "Hopefully this is your path to success in food, Mar."

"Yes, Sha. I want to be cooking pinter like lo."

"Gue is still learning, I have a lot to do before I go to tutoring."

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