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Chapter 9. Ngosek WC's

Nesha is at her college. As planned before college the beautiful white girl visited the campus library to look for the books needed for her college assignments.

Successfully finding the books she needed made Nesha a little better. Remembering the trip to campus was an unpleasant incident.

"Well, I'll see all these books, my goodness, how is the mood I'm in today try if these books don't show themselves."

"The first morning was unlucky to meet that perverted playboy guy. Make my mood drop." Nesha lirih.

Her lecture hours were about to begin so Nesha had to rush towards her class. Before that Nesha borrowed the books as material for her work.

In the class, there were a lot of students. Yes, the lecturer this time is very disciplined so that all students who really want to get their grades must leave more diligently.

"Hi Nes..." Call Angga.

"Hi Ga... You don't have a lecture ?" Ask Nesha.

"It's not starting at 10. Hurry up Nes."

"Yes Ga. My first course Pak Toro knows for himself how the lecturer is." Said Nesha who walked quickly towards her class.

Angga compensated for Nesha's hurried pace. And stopped at the door of Nesha's class.

"I'll go in first. I'll see you at lunch." Nesha.

"Okay. Nes' spirit of learning." Said Angga smiling his clenched hands and raised to the top giving spirit to me.

Your dog is a very good friend to Nesha. Before long Mr. Toro entered the class to greet all his students. At the same time the students returned the greeting of the famous lecturer of the discipline.

"OK now collect your assignments 2 weeks ago. For the last assignment I give you relief until next week." Said Mr. Toro.

Like a breath of fresh air for students when getting time leniency for assignments from the lecturer. Very rarely the lecturer gave leniency, maybe his mood was in a very good state.

Once the assignments are collected, the courses continue. When he explained the material in front of not a single student was noisy. It can be ascertained if it interferes with the learning process will be removed from the class and reduced in value.

So serious there are even those who yawn to resist sleepiness. It is boring this one. The students were fighting strong-forces staying up late to hear the explanation of the material from Mr. Toro. It was too early but it was like midnight watching the ball.

Hope next time someone dared to express an opinion so that when the course Mr. Toro can be provided dispenser in front of the class plus coffee. Ammunition to face such a strong attack of boredom that leads to decreased concentration power.

"Okay.till here's our meeting today. Don't forget his assignment in the group next week. Good day."

The lecture ended the students shouted as if releasing a burden that was so heavy earlier.

"Nes.. canteen yuk. Had my breakfast earlier this morning suddenly vanished yawning during Mr. Toro's course." Devi.

"Yes yes when we sit down, do not say anything." Nesha.

"Concentration needs energy Nes, if drowsiness concentration decreases and forced to keep it constant then a lot of energy is drained." Devi.

"What is that ?" I smiled at devi.

"Know yuk lemes..." Devi drags Nesha's hand towards the canteen.

Nesha eats first with Devi, maybe later in the afternoon the girl will eat again with Angga because before entering class Nesha has promised to meet later at noon. What else if not eating.

"Oh yes Nes. tomorrow we do his duty Mr. Toro yes. I don't want it later if it's delayed it will definitely end lazily fussing."

"Okay, we want to know where it is ?"

"At the cafe that last time Danar did not have a birthday event how ? There's rich place nice comfortable." Devi's proposal to remember one cafe owned by Danar.

"Can. run out of college we just go there." Nesha.

Indeed, Danar's cafe is not bad precisely the cafe is very comfortable for young people.

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At Hime Bakti High School a student who was none other than Irya arrived at school with a time that was clearly late. The gate was closed by the school guards.

Irya knocked and waited for the school security guard who was not in place. A few minutes the security guard had returned to his post.

"Sir's opening the gate dong." Said Irya asking her school security.

"You again.. you again..not bosen you late telet. I've opened the gate for you."

"Ck. things open the gate, sir, want to enter. There was an incident on the road almost a collision so late." Irya tried to defend herself.

"That's all your excuses." The security guard grumbled but kept opening the school gates.

Forced Irya had to push her sport bike towards the parking lot that distance is quite yes. It is good to sweat.

Irya walked towards her class. The hallway of the classroom corridor looked empty. Yes, it was the lesson time. Only in the hall room did it sound a little boisterous as the sport was diverted inside the hall due to the rain earlier this morning.

"Where's the entrance.?" Irya muttered to find a way to get into the classroom without being caught by her teacher.

Pacing in front of the class, his face looked serious thinking of his brilliant ideas that he used to ditch all this time. But this is a little different not to truant but to get into the classroom.

"Bahuwirya Sanjaya !" Irya's name was mentioned completely by a woman.

Irya rolled her eyeballs lazily.Hafal.once with that voice. The voice that had accompanied his days since the 10th grade.

"What are you doing there ? Want to skip you again ? Ask a BK teacher named Berty.

'It's Berty wearing nongol again. Rich astral where can be nongol.' Irya muttered in her heart.

'Gosek WC again this me.'

Ngosek WC is the name Irya often uses as a nickname for the punishment of cleaning toilets. The name he heard when he was still Junior High, had a Javanese friend and the name emerged from his friend who came from Java. Often his Irya gets such a punishment making the name a list of patents in his living dictionary.

"No ma'am who wants to skip people to come in." Irya.

"You coming in ? So you're late for school ?" Ms. Berty made sure.

Irya just nodded in response to this.

"Follow me !" Said Ms. Berty in a firm tone.

Some of his friends in the class were peering at him from behind the window.

It had become an everyday sight for them when Irya faced off against their BK teacher Bu Berty.

'And what I said must be the edges ngosek WC nih.'

Irya followed Bu Berty to the BK room. Irya put her bag on the corner sofa as usual. Whoa.wah... Irya completely understood the ins and outs of the ordinance of performing her legal duties. Even like this room is more often visited Irya than her classroom.

Fill out the late school admission data on Bu Berty's notebook. Irya's name has the highest position in the book.

"Know what his job is." Said Mrs Berty.

"Know Ma." Irya.

Ms. Berty shook her head until now she was still amazed by her students on that one. The man went to the toilet before heading to the gardener's room to ask for cleaning equipment.

"I'm more suited to being a gardener here than being a student here." Said Irya while picking up the toilet floor.

One of Shiva went into the toilet in dirty shoes. Rain makes the streets become muddy especially the students who always leave on foot.

"Heh Lo intentionally ?" Irya snapped at the student.

"Huh ? no, I didn't accidentally. Sorry.sorry..." The student said with a frightened face.

At this school Irya was indeed feared by other students because of her wild behavior.

"Get out Lo, I'm tired of cleaning up Lo play some other stuff." Irya kicked the student out of the toilet.

"But.but Ir I'm really gonna pee." The student's face was still frightened and resisting the poison should have come out which was already on the tip of the horn.

'If not I give permission to enter can wet the child. I'm the same as Berty.'

"Lo's shoe just came in the toilet." Irya's orders felt sorry for the student.

Quickly and hurriedly the student went into the toilet to remove the load in his body.

Irya's task a little more is almost finished tingg some more space. Sweat was back to wet his forehead. Morning had not had time to eat breakfast, already out of energy angry with the girl, had to push the motorbike and now had to clean the toilet alone.

Irya's fate has never changed so far. Just swirling around at the same thing and repeating.

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