The Married With Dangerous Boy
54. The Poor Ferdi

The long journey took all students and students majoring in ipa at High School Oscars from Jakarta to the city of Bandung. Only ipa students are allowed to participate, because they leave with the aim of doing research practices on plants.

Whereas ips students, they get practices that focus on social activities. They do not need to go to another city, just need to go around school to socialize.

Approximately about two hours the bus wanders on a road that is quite crowded and a little jammed. On the way, bus 1 made no sound at all. They know ethics and do not want to disturb two people who sit in the back right and left corner.

It seemed that the two of them were holding their anger in silence.

Zafran and Gavin.

The two people sat with sharp eyes. Not their own willingness to sit in the back corner, but because the quota is only two seats.

That's because Zafran and Gavin had intended not to take the practice exam. But after finding out if the two women close to them became one group, they were worried and decided to set out to bring necessities as they could.

When the bus left, the two of them arrived. Not many know if they both participated.

"Jainab asem!" sumpat Zafran slowly.

He was upset and regretful because he had requested the group. If only the guy had been quiet, maybe Alesha and Nana wouldn't have been in a group with him. Zafran will not defend the pursuit of Jainab at that time.

His eyes glanced at Gavin. The man closed his eyes while listening to music as loud as possible.

"Truly," Zafran did not want to bother. He put his sleep in and closed his eyes.

Different from Bus 2. The bus is located behind Bus 1. Where extroverts come together as one. Kids Ipa taste Ips.

"Music!!!" jerdi shouted in the front seat. He held the mic while lifting one of his index fingers up.

"The journey has brought me,"

"Meet you, I meet you,"

"Like you're looking for,"

"My icon is also what you're looking for,"

Everyone sang the song as per the music while waving their hands. They enjoyed a very pleasant trip.

Alesha and Martha looked at each other. They both shook their heads to the right and to the left.

"Yes too, Sha?"

Alesha nodded in agreement. "Yes, it's a pity that Zafran didn't come."

"Follow," said Laka who had lowered his head to read the novel He Acha which he borrowed from Alesha.

"Huh?" peekit Alesha's.

Laka doesn't answer that anymore. For him, one word was enough.

"Well, you said?" repeat Alesha again.

Laka nodded once.

"Who said?" ask Martha.

Laka let out a long breath. "Deaf because of his own voice," he said.

A few wrinkles appeared on Martha's forehead. He poked his lips. "Sugly laka!" taunted.

"Ngaca," said Laka.

"Anjir lo ya!!"

"Woy at the back," Ferdi's cry made Martha and Alesha turn, "noisy!" using the microphone.

"Lo the noisy old can!!"

Among those who were happy, there was someone who scowled since the departure of bus 2. She is Nana, the girl is in a hurry to get on the bus because it's almost too late, and does not expect that she will one bus with a woman who makes it always hot.

"Or gini I'm truant with Gavin."

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Various types and tents have been installed. If the guys who make tents, everything will be resolved quickly and easily. Unlike the girls who work on it while gossiping.

Just look at Martha and Alesha, since fifteen minutes ago, the two of them were still in a state of putting up tent stakes. Once hit, the story, a few minutes later, hit the peg with a boulder, and went back to telling again. For fifteen minutes they remained in the same position.

"His lemot, O God," the two turned simultaneously to the Word who sipped a cup of coffee behind them.

"No need to bacot a lot, mending lo help us, Fer," said Martha.

"Why do you keep coming here?" now Alesha is the one who said.

"Intentionally, to mock." Ferdi said honestly.

Alesha rolled her eyes lazily. He cooked the tent. Every now and then he glanced at Nana, the girl was busy talking to Zafran and did not want to help them.

At first Alesha was shocked to learn that Zafran was suddenly there talking to Nana, because at first he snapped at her and said he would not come. But in fact, the man was busy with his beloved friend.

"Fer, help napa!!" Martha unceasingly asked Ferdi for help.

"Okay, I'm helping you," now Ferdi's words can make Martha develop a thin smile.

"Help do'a, hahaha..," after saying that, he ran away as fast as lightning. Even though his feet tripped over a rock and almost fell down he still laughed out loud.

That made Zafran turn his attention to Ferdi. He steps away, but is prevented by Nana.

"Where are you going? We're not done with practical work yet, Fran," he said.

"You better help my wife make a tent!" he emphasized with full emphasis on the pronunciation of 'wife'.

Nana clucked in annoyance. His hand was thrown by Zafran. The guy's gone after Ferdi. Nana crossed her hands in front of her chest. He glanced at Alesha who glanced at him sharply.

"Don't expect me to help him," with a stomped leg he stepped away toward Gavin. Gavin looked at it all, and he just displayed a smirk smile.

On the other hand, Laka looked at the still loyal Ferdi laughing loudly. The tail of his eyes glanced at Zafran who came with a hand hidden in his pocket.

Laka knew what Zafran meant, the guy turned around and went inside the tent. It is better that he continue his reading than be affected.

"Fre?"

"Hm" Ferdi cleared his throat in the middle of his laughter. Then he looked and was surprised. Zafran was right beside his body.

"Gosh," surprised. "Zafran, are you here?"

Zafran. "Gue Denger you want to help my wife, how come it's here?"

Ferdi gulped his saliva. Then he put the cup to a small table. After that, he smiled a big smile.

"This is gonna help. I can't help you with a cup."

Zafran nodded his head several times. A sign that he understands. "Good," he praised.

Ferdi nodded, then he resigned.

As he walked towards Alesha and Martha's tent, he pursed his lips. His feeling was arrogant to see the face of Zafran which was very scary.

Though Zafran did not tell her to help Alesha, but from her gaze, she seemed intimidated.

Up ahead, Martha laughed out loud at Ferdi's lethargic face, not as vigorous as usual.

"Normally people have karma" he said.

Alesha glanced at it for a moment. He has no interest in seeing things around. His feelings were too upset after seeing the conversation between Zafran and Nana that seemed pleasant.

He hit the peg so hard that it made a big bang. Make everyone look at him.

"Zafran ugly,"

"Zafran is not handsome,"

"Sok cute,"

"But it's cute,"

"Sokay familiar,"

"Sok sweet,"

"Sok-sook!"

Again he hit the peg twice as hard until the hammer flew and hit Ferdi.

"Gram!!"

As a result, his forehead formed a lump and the man immediately fainted on the spot.

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