The Naughty Disciple Trap
Threats

Two hours before the end of the activity at school, now class XII IPA 2, the class Mashayu suddenly crowded when the new teacher stepped in. All the students are mesmerized by the charm of the handsome and dignified new teacher but, not by Cakra and Shayu.

Cakra who knows well who the teacher is while Shayu stares at his guard because he remembers the incident this morning when he was tainted until the leg veins follow the emotions.

"Don't on tacky dech!" chirps Mashayu. However, it was enough to help Satria who was a little overwhelmed to face the students in that class.

Satria immediately introduced himself and started the lesson without any significant obstacles. Understand if the beauty has already intervened auto diem all.

"Understand everything?" satria asked all the disciples after giving a material explanation today.

Mashayu raised her hand and Satria invited Mashayu to ask. "Please if there's anything to ask!"

"I don't understand Sir!" shayu replied with a meaningful look. I don't know what Shayu is thinking. However, Shayu's words made his best friend and another disciple frown.

"Which one do you not understand? You can ask me and I'll re-explain." As a teacher, Satria is required to be more patient and explain until his students understand the material he has taught.

Mashayu moved from her seat, Shayu's gaze continued to stare at the new teacher's face without breaking. His steps approached in a coquettish and mischievous style. Satria continued to pay attention, she did not understand the attitude of her student who was brave enough. Satria remembered the face, the face of the student he had met in the parking lot. Only this time he did not know what Mashayu wanted, until he continued to approach and leaned his body which made their cheeks almost touch.

Shayu's hand slipped something in Satria's shirt pocket by whispering something that made Satria step back.

"I need your help to explain in more detail! If you don't come then your reputation as a new teacher here will be threatened!" Shayu smiled by tidying up her uniform and then sat back down sweetly without taking her eyes off.

Satria tries not to pay attention to Shayu's attitude, though she is curious about what Shayu means to do so. Satria returned to teaching until the bell rang and the teaching and learning activities today ended.

Before entering the parking area, Satria remembered something that had been put in his shirt pocket. He took out a small fold of paper and slowly opened it.

"Address...What does it mean to ask me to come to his house?" Inner Satria after he read a paper that read an address.

Satria stared straight at where the car that was parked next to his motorbike had come out of the parking area. The brave student car threatened and asked him to come to the house on the grounds of not understanding the material he conveyed.

Satria decides to go home immediately and ignores Mashayu's request. Satria launched his motor at a moderate speed and arrived at home to coincide with the new Cakra.

"Just come home? Didn't stop by the workshop first?" tanya Cakra is walking along with Satria.

"Capek, maybe you'll be there tomorrow." Satria put down her bag and sat on the patio chair then took off her work shoes.

"Ck, your thumbs are only four. The neighbor thumbs you're going to borrow!" Sahut Satria who then went into the house and followed by Cakra trailing behind him.

"The thumbs are not hoofed but head," he answered meaningfully which made Satria stop the step. Satria stared at the crybaby Cakra with a rough breath. Then immediately enter the room not wanting to chimed in the words of the brother who would have no end.

Seeing her brother who looks upset Cakra was just giggling by staring at the pants. "Why should I ask if I have.hahaha...."

"Cakra, get dressed, shower and eat!" mother's exclamation made Cakra immediately run towards the room but, had not had time to enter her brother's question which turned out to be still standing in the doorway of the room stopping Cakra's steps.

"Who's Mashayu?"

"Mashayu Rengganis?" Tanya Cakra made sure and got a nod from Satria. "He's the prettiest student at Panca Darma High School, the son of one of the biggest fund donors in the school," obviously Cakra but has not had time to ask again the brother has entered the room without explaining the purpose and purpose of asking about his best friend.

Finish praying magrib Satria sitting on the edge of the bed by opening the financial statements of one of his employees. Unlike usual, this time he seemed unfocused because he remembered the paper that was still in the pocket of the shirt he was wearing.

Satria rushed into the bathroom looking for a pile of dirty clothes. He took back the paper that was still folded neatly. Seeing with an uncertain mind, but his steps actually brought him to change clothes, then stepped out of the room in neat clothes carrying his favorite motorcycle jacket and keys.

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In one of the luxury homes located in Semarang city housing. A beautiful girl looked in front of the terrace. He repeatedly looked at the gate but never came to the person he expected.

"Die me if the teacher doesn't come!" he then patted the eel and bit his fingers thinking of all possibilities. However, when he wanted to move the sound of the motor sounded to make his smile expand.

Mashayu immediately looked at the watch and smiled meaningfully. "That's right, let's play master jutek!"

"Bukain sir, it's my teacher who's coming!" mashayu exclaims that the guard guards open the gate for Satria.

Mashayu immediately approached with a smile that never faded. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing Satria who would probably become a Knight in his life. Unfortunately not wearing black steel clothes like in the films of the 90s that he saw in the workspace of the Papah.

"Get in sir!" Not yet anything Mashayu has allowed Satria to enter.

Satria turned her head after opening her helmet, she saw the Mashayu clothes which were very inappropriate to use to greet guests but, Satria just shook her head and behaved normally. He got off the bike and stepped closer to Mashayu who looked impatient.

"Ck, let's get Mr. Cepet in, so long ago this Father!" sewot Shayu anxiously to his teacher.