The My Kindergarten Teacher
King Mode

The House of David in Grogol Petamburan

Alina noticed how the interaction of the Gods, her eyes and Parjo. The man was leisurely sitting on a short wall on the terrace sipping Parjo's wasgitel tea.

"Keep your mam piye Ngger ?" david asked when he heard the story of Safira Down his patient died on the operating table.

"Yes ... can not accept anyway because the mama is not willing to give up even though the chance is only 1% but all will go home to the decision of Allah SWT" answered Dewa. "I'm the same Papa has memorized and usually mama last night cry but tomorrow it is common again. Need emotional outage first... After all, my mother is also a human who has empathy for her patients... Only to his children who are sad to set up.." replied the God a little mendramama.

David and Parjo laughed to see the pretentious face of God while Alina just stared flat at the man.

"Miss Alina.." call God. "Would you stay here or go back to the hostel? I still have to pick it up first..."

Alina belittles. "If the Lord wants to ngojek again, please... "

The god smiled widely. "What time will I pick you up?"

"I can go home alone Mr. God."

"Oh yes I can't... I have to take responsibility dong." The god looked at Alina seriously.

"Usually Alina came home after Maghrib mas Dewa. Mbak Alina and Ndoro sepuh with me, Maghrib prayers congregate and it is routine" answered Parjo.

God mangosteen. "OK deh. After Maghrib, I'm here to pick up Miss Alina. Mboten nopo-nopo njih kulo pick up putunipun eyang (does I pick up his granddaughter eyang )?"

"Slave popo, Ngger. Eyang even relieved Alina there is a drive home and the person is also familiar even though he has only met twice" David's smile makes Alina more distrustful, how his eyes immediately auto believe with playboy... Errata, former playboy and player he said. Alina could only bite her lower lip. Can't he see the haqiqi modesty of a Dewananda Hadiyanto?

The god who saw how Alina bit her lower lip, felt anxious. Duh jeng Alina, mbok Ojo ngunu tho ... Marakke jingles really, understand ora (Duh Jeng Alina, don't be like that dong... Do you worry about knowing )?

"Ohya mas Dewa, there are other plants that are unyu for mama mas Dewa" parjo chirps make Dewa return to reality before thinking no-no.

Actually I will be diruqyah nih same Ragil bin Secretary of Death if caught in the era of Baheula. God's beating. "What plant is Parjo sir?"

"Dutch broad..."

"Huh ? The widow is already broken... Addduuuhhh !" The god holding his head that was covered in the eyes of David made Alina surprised not to think her eyes dared to plash the CEO of Bank Arta Jaya.

"Nek kiiiee sing nggenah (Well, that's right!) !" sumpul Eyang Daud's.

"Lho right eye, where there are still bumpets widows (closed )... Unless it's never touched... Ouchhh !" Again the God got the plaques from the eyes of David and this time his shoulders.

"Ora maido nek mama ya karo carnations Kowe Ngger (No wonder if your mama is upset with you ). Wong anake kok cogagane rak Ceto ngene (lha his son's talk is not clear like this)" kekeh Eyang Daud who likes to have a friend chatting unfaedah.

"Lha kapriben (how )eyang, wong Oma my great-great-grandfather is much more awkward when angry. When you first meet opa buyut who will be her future husband, use a noisy event speaking three languages, English, Indonesian and Javanese." replied Dewa.

"Koreans. Ganteng you know but still, lost handsome as this great-grandson" God's rancid with narcissistic style makes Daud and Parjo laugh while Alina stare bitterly with the slengean style of the man one.

"Have your face become a hodgepodge. So Oma your great-grandfather wong jowo, your great-great-grandfather wong Korea... Keep buleny?"

"Opaku is married to an American omaku. Born my mother who kept married to my father who wong jowo. Tara... Be me." The god smiled widely.

"Astaghfirullah." said Alina with a bitter face.

"That's the truth, Miss Alina... " The voice of God's cell phone rang and the man picked it up. "Assynoltom Jules ... Eh? Aaaarrrrggghhhhh I forgotaaa ! ... Yes yes. I'll be there soon." God turned off his phone. "Eyang, Miss Alina, Mr. Parjo, I'm sorry I have to go. My niece is already on the subject."

"Niece?" ask Alina.

"Yes the Aizen. Biasaa... Ask to play Lego together. We're making Lego the home of Harry Potter. Kulo pamit rumiyin (excuse me first), eyang ..." The god said goodbye to everyone and went up on Vespanya and went to Juliet's house.

After the man left, David turned to look at Alina. "Kuwi's son is funny... Honestly, I like the gods. Rodho slingan but dekne as it is. By the way you know where he works?"

"Eyang, do you believe that Pak Dewa is his son Pak Bagas Hadiyanto, the owner of Arta Jaya bank?" alina Lamat-juran.

David and Parjo were shocked. "Sing nggenah Kowe, Lina (which is really you Lina )."

"Seriously eyang. Lina meets the Lord when Lina takes the students to the branch bank belonging to the Lord. And Lina was introduced by her manager that Mr. Dewa was the CEO there." Alina took her phone and showed a picture of Dewa with Bagas taking a picture together on the web owned by the bank Arta Jaya.

"Astaghfirullah's... The sugih boy tenan tho cah Kuwi (the real rich kid turned out to be )... But kok ora ngetoki (but not seen).." murmured David.

"Godfather is from the Old Money family, which is not a model of the New Rich so it is more relaxed eyed. Different quality.." replied Alina.

"Those who prefer those kinds of people. Ngerti upload... Ora kemaki (no doubt )."

Alina just stared at his eyes. Duh, can this danger if you start to like the same God sir. Eyang, sir God is king mode !

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