
At exactly 6 o'clock thirty minutes, a man got out of a car with his leisure steps. He confidently walked into the school area, without caring for the astonished gazes directed at him. How not, he came up with just a black casual t-shirt and gray pants.
"He who?"
"Alumni here, kali!"
"Such a handsome, yes!"
"Issh, the road is so cool!"
All of those words made it into his ears. With a slanted smile, he continued his steps. The goal is now the teacher's room.
In the middle of the corridor, he intercepted one of the disciples with the typical appearance of a nerd child. The uniform is worn neatly, the hair is combed mid-section, and do not forget the thick glasses that frame both eyes.
"Heh, Bro! Can you show me the teacher's room in which part?" He gave off a faint smile that even looked like a sneer.
Seeing the man in front of him never answering, the man exhaled a rough breath. He then gripped the geeky man's shoulder a little hard, but his face still made as relaxed as possible.
"I.iya, s.. I show you." The geeky man seemed to wake up when his shoulder hurt.
The man smiled slightly and took off his hand. Now his hand changed to hold the geeky man's shoulder. He could feel if the geeky man's body trembled slightly.
"This, room!" A few minutes later, they arrived in front of a door of the room that read Master Room on it. The man nodded, turned to look at the geeky man and again threw a smile. This time, the smile looked natural, not the grin like it had been.
"Okay, thank you!" Afterwards, he knocked slowly on the door, and went inside after hearing the answer telling him to come in.
"You're the new student?" A middle-aged woman asked the man while researching his disrespectful appearance, while the other teachers were busy at their desks.
"Yes, Mom!" The man gave a wide grin, revealing his white and neat teeth.
"Why aren't you here in uniform? You're new, but you're weird."
Instead of feeling guilty, the new student simply responded with a laugh. "Yes sorry, Mom! After all, I don't have a uniform here yet. My time in the old uniform was strange. I don't want to be the center of attention" he reasoned. Actually it's just his wits. After all, earlier with his appearance like this even became the center of attention as well.
Miss Santi sighed harshly. "Yes, you go to the cooperative there. Boil the new uniform there."
The man nodded. "Oh yeah, where's my class, ma'am?"
"Class XI IPA B, just look for it. When you are done changing uniforms. I happen to be your homeroom." The man nodded. It's only fitting that the teacher handles it, while the others are careless. Turns out he's his homeroom teacher.
"Good, Mom. Then excuse me first." The man bowed his body for a moment, before turning away.
"That's a new student, ma'am?" The question from a teacher made Bu Santi turn his head and give a nod.
"His appearance is rich, sure, will add more recalcitrant students," said the teacher.
Miss Santi exhaled a rough breath. "Maybe not. We can't be so bad at just one look, ma'am." He had also thought so. But, he felt that such a thing was not worth voicing.
"Ah, Miss Santi always has been. Always stand up for their rich bad boys. Is it because they're rich?" the female teacher looked at Bu Santi with a mocking look.
"Whoever they are, they remain my students. As bad as they are, as long as I can defend their study rights, I will. Whether rich or poor, they have equal rights." Miss Santi said firmly.
"Well, bad boys like them are left alone Mom. Fearfully, even like that Riana Kusuma, right? Mother was even disappointed with the child because it turns out he consumed narc0b4?"
Miss Santi clenched her hands to hear the words of her co-worker. "Bu Wati should not have offended that matter. And until now, I'm sure Riana is not that kind of child. And I'll prove, that Riana never let me down."
The teacher called Bu Wati was just grunting annoyed with her julid face. "As for Mom, anyway. The evidence remains so, right? I'm told you're ngeyel."