The Metal Military Academy
Chapter 39: Ardan Ge'er
The second day of Student Orientation has begun. This time, the activities carried out are exercises and fighting tests, basically activities related to physical exercise. The juniors are also required to wear special training clothes for activities now, namely black shirt tops, tights, and boots.
“Labour is relaxed. It's just a warm-up exercise before we go to the Training Sector,” Ardan shouted at his juniors.
Currently, Ardan and Damar were supervising the morning running activities of his juniors in the main field of the academy. Not only them, there are many other junior groups who also participate in morning running exercises.
The sky this morning looks so bright, feels hot, scorching too. Ardan was forced to open the front of his black jacket to reveal a black singlet shirt that is quite attached to the muscles of the stomach and chest.
“Morning-morning ‘dah skid aja weather today,” comments Ardan while wagging jacket collar.
“Where is the weather can be invited gelud?” ask Damar who had checked the tab data.
“That is, the heat is barbarity.” Ardan asked, “We go to the Training Sector at the latest at what time?”
“Jam 9,” replied Damar still focus on the tab. “But if you don't have time, you can still continue at lunch.”
“Not cool ngetes day-night. Good morning, let there still be the spirit.” Ardan asked again, “Terus, there he went by the electric train, right?”
“Keep up what else? Nanyanya not very important this swamp bekantan..,” sewot Damar.
The Juniors of the Group of 17 had now returned to their positions in front of Damar and Ardan. They all looked quite exhausted after doing the morning running around the field three times.
Yes, only three times, but the field is much wider than the national field, so they get tired easily.
“Senior, we have finished running in the morning,” Didi said. “But the guy ran away and muttered in the middle of the field three times. That's why I'm not tired. Cheat him.”
“Huuuu...!”
All the juniors started to bully the juniors in question. Because, when everything ran around on the edge of the field that felt vast, he instead ran in the middle of the field, just spinning like a dog chasing his own tail.
“Ya, already. You wait right at the train station. He just wants to run here. We'll be watching,” pinta Ardan.
Some members of the Group of 17 began to leave the field, among them some who chose tuk jajan first and sat around resting on the academy's terrace bench before leaving for the station.
But unlike the Chrysanthemum, he chose to remain there because there was something he wanted to convey to Ardan.
“Senior Ardan.”
“Lah? Eh?”
Ardan was glued to the spot, his heart was not ready to face the Chrysanthemum-covered girl here. What did the girl choose to settle down and want to talk to Ardan?
Damar himself prefers to quietly sip the orange juice box while watching the junior they law had started to run around the field in the morning, but his ears are still trying to steal hear.
Who knows if there is something interesting to talk about.
“Eee.... What is it gonna take, Dek?” ask Ardan sungkan. “If for example want to express feelings, not now. This heart is not ready. Still want to focus on studying at this academy.”
Next to Damar's eyebrows twitch roughly accompanied by an imaginary junction protruding in the head. He was upset with the ge’er Ardan who was no longer helped.
The chrysanthemum shook cutely until its long black hair moved gently. “Soal chat last night it...”.
“I-iya...?”
Ardan started to be made tense himself. What did Chrysanthemum want to talk about last night's chat? Are they going on a date while eating ciki? Chrysanthemums really want to express their feelings? Or even want to jump on the yes-yes.
Duh, Ardan is afraid of being expelled from the academy if he really does not. But, if secretly it's okay, huh?
Damar's purple eyes began to glare behind the glasses so curious about what this quiet girl wanted to convey. Really, because of the chat yesterday, he and Rafa became dizzy with Ardan's turmoil all night.
“Emm.... Your heart is fine ‘kan, Senior? Yesterday you spam the heart emoticons. So, I guess it's some kind of code that soldiers use when they're having a heart attack.”
Damar spontaneously spouted out his orange juice, looking down with trembling shoulders while holding back a laugh. How can Chrysanthemum think like that? Any soldier sends a heart emoticon to let him know he has a heart attack.
Said gey, yes.
Ardan's face was immediately grim when he heard it, silently glued to silence, leaving his gray hair stranded in the morning breeze dramatically.
As dramatic as the response of his heart when he knew the doi was insensitive.
“Iyaaa.... That's.... Just aja.”
Ardan was forced to answer soberly because he was confused to reply especially.
Chrysanthemum sighed. “Thank God. I was worried about your situation, Senior. Fear of actually having a heart attack.”
“Aish...”.
Spontaneous Ardan covered his face using both hands, so the misbehavior realized the doi who is not sensitive is apparently attention as well.
Damar who saw the interaction of the two of them could only raise his purple iris upwards. So amused by the nature of Ardan that more and more today makes people sprained.
“Ya, already. Then, excuse me first, want to follow the others,” said Chrysanthemum.
“Oh! Okay, Kris,” said Damar with a friendly smile.
Ardan also replied, “Sorry, yes, it has made you worried. Next time if we chat-chat’an, the message is a bit tight, yes.”
“Sih, padet. Figured cake batter, padet,” pout Damar on Ardan.
“Bacot you, Seblak!”
“I don't like seblak!”
“But, Nadia loves seblak!”
“Aduh..!”
When the two are fussing over unimportant things, Chrysanthemum instead of going instead so focus on other things.
He focused on Ardan's chest.
“Hmm...”.
If you pay attention again, Ardan's chest is quite dense in shape. The average man who has a muscular and athletic posture must have a solid chest.
Chrysanthemums are actually the most famous about the structure of the male chest. If the woman's chest is properly filled because it will be used as a source of infant breast milk. But, if the man's own chest what does it do?
Sometimes the size of the man's chest is flat, sometimes it can also be large but more field only. But, for what? Does the density come from muscle or fat? Can you bring something out too? Or it could be dir*ngsang like what Chrysanthemum feels every time he poke with his own chest.
Chrysanthemums so remember the past when he was in the village.
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At that time, when Chrysanthemum was still Junior High, he was asked by his mother to deliver a bushel of food to his brother who was taking care of the garden.
Arriving there, Chrysanthemum happened to find his brother was chopping wood in the middle of the coconut orchard just bare-chested. The chrysanthemum that was still very plain was made confused with the shape of his brother's chest that was densely filled.
His brother does have muscles from training and hard work in the village, understand also because the brother is a fan of wrestling matches. Surely the chest of the brother became solid.
What makes Chrysanthemum confused is why can a man's chest be as dense even though it is not as round as a woman's chest?
Do they have a hidden function? Really, Chrysanthemum is very curious about the male chest.
“Bang Heri,” call Chrysanthemum rather slowly in the distance that is not yet close also from the position of his brother is.
“Eh, Ambar?” heri's greeting accompanied by a smile.
Chrysanthemum is often called Ambar by his family. Arguably, it was a special affectionate call for the youngest daughter in their family.
“Udah dateng aja, nih.”
Heri again focused on cutting wood using an axe. This time, he prepared to swing the axe to split one large log.
“Damu why mayan big?”
“Eeeh?!”
Sontak Heri accidentally swung his axe to dart quickly forward, almost hit Pak RT who happened to pass by while carrying coffee and just wearing a sarong. Luckily, the ax missed and only managed to hit the tree trunk next to Mr. RT.
If not, you can split the head of the RT leader.
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