A LOVE LETTER TO....?

The Part 23

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Hearts of TYPO scattered

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In the hours of the ongoing lesson, all students in class XII IPS.2 are working on a Cultural Arts exercise given by the killer teacher at their school. Sipa again if not the mother of ZHAFIRA NUR AZIZ, a PNS teacher who is famous among the students of Mutiara Hati will be his fear of troubled students.

Many students who wish to forget if they are walking in the school arena or anywhere while still wearing the uniform Mutiara Hati will never meet the killer teacher, he said, because if Fira's mother sees her students not dressed with discipline wearing school uniforms then she will not hesitate to scold the student and if necessary she will cut the uniform or punish him without seeing status.

That is a glimpse of a Zhafira Nur Aziz to his students. Although impressed arrogant, but Fira's mother did it all for the good and progress of her Mirid students. There is no teacher who does not want to see his students become successful people. Of course, all the teachers were hoping for the coolest thing that was experienced in the future of their students.

How noble a teacher, but in an age that is all sophisticated and has been mastered by globalization makes many people blind. Especially the blindness of the heart, mind, and mind. If a teacher is advising his students who act, surely among them there are those who mengarapat guru rough in the heart. And worse, the students can be sure they will rub their teacher who likes to get angry behind the teacher to other friends.

Dika smiled as his mind floated to a young girl named Ana Pricila. A beautiful woman who looks innocent behavior that always makes her so anxious herself, big eyes and sharp who always looked at her hatefully, having red lips like chery that can make the people of Adam tempted to want to pulverize, like to wear kecamata berlensa where so as to add an innocent impression on his face, as well as having a head as hard as a rock likes to oppose his words.

The memory of how perfect God's creation he was imagining without the man realizing that the desire to have Ana was increasingly implied in his heart. Ana's shadow continued to spin in the man's mind, let alone Ana's shadow increasingly wandering wildly in his head. How would it be if the perfect face was pabila in the make up polish and dress up in a famous salon, surely the woman would instantly turn into a beautiful girl like the prettiest angel in the universe.

Imagining all that without Dika realizing it makes him more attractive the corner of his lips form a wide smile that the first time the man displayed. In the imaginary world the man continued to show Ana's smiling face, frowning, upset, angry, and many other expressions.

All pairs of eyes in the room were directed to Dika who was smiling her own smile was not clear with eyes that stared blankly at the classroom window.

Various expressions displayed by the occupants of class XII IPS.2 who saw Dika like a madman who smiled a smile without cause. They all saw Dika like that there was a toxic and also displayed several different expressions, some were amused, afraid, astonished, astonished, and amazed because only this time they saw a wide and sincere smile on Dika's face, without Reyhan and Deigo, except, they were both coded opposite codes and Dika's seat as a barrier with our committed mouth asking each other what demons possessed Dika, until the guy smiled broadly that had never been displayed in public.

Deigo and Reyhan during their time as friends with Dika, it is very rare to see Dika showing off her smile. He was like an undead wandering the streets, for he was always flat and did not say much, although sometimes he could joke around with them, but in the eyes of Deigo and Reyhan, It was cold and untouched.

Reyhan looked ahead to see Fira's mother whose eyes could not be seen Dika who smiled her own smile. Yes the teacher was angry to see Dika who was like that. Because of Dika, the students who had been focused on doing the practice became not concentrated and their focus was shifted to a very rare sight.

Reyhan called Dika to wake the man with a very slow voice like a hiss so that he could not be heard by Fira's mother. Many times Reyhan called Dika to immediately focus and quickly realize before being reprimanded by Fira's mother, but none of his calls were in reply.

"Belk!" Reyhan said slowly.

"....." There's no answer.

"Belk!!"

"....." Still same.

"When!!!"

"....."

"When!!!" Call Reyhan in a higher tone than the call but still slow.

Fira's mother immediately stared intently at Reyhan's warning, because Reyhan's call could be heard by Fira's mother. Unwilling to get a reply, Reyhan looked back to the front, rather looking at Fira's mother. With great difficulty Reyhan swallowed his slave to see Fira's mother's gaze directed at him, not only Reyhan who was the victim of the teacher's sharp gaze, but also the teacher's, but all the students in the class who noticed Dika were also in the face of horror by Fira's mother killer teacher.

The teacher's gaze was like a terrible gaze to the students, so it was more terrifying than seeing the life-revoking angel. The flurry of reflex students turned their eyes to their respective exercise books except Dika. Although the atmosphere that surrounds this room feels tense does not make Deigo and Reyhan afraid to steal the view to Dika who is still unconscious.

"Where is the honorable Rontiwa!!" The screams of Fira's mother boomed all over the quiet room.

All the students who heard the cry of Fira's mother, lowered their heads in fear. Some students pretend to do the exercises, and occasionally dare to look at Fira's mother who is consumed by the flames of anger.

Like a deaf man, Dika was not at all aware of his daydream even though the voice of Fira's mother was loud beyond the MIC still he did not hear. So great was Ana dancing in the guy's mind, so that Dika who never smiled now she broadly showed a smile that was able to sedate women, he said, and also usually the hearing of the guy who is always sharp is now deaf.

"Beautiful" murmured Dika in the middle of her daydream.

All the students in the class turned their eyes to Dika, because they heard Dika's murmur which was clearly heard even quietly in the silence of the class.

Deigo and Reyhan could not hide his surprise to hear the murmur of a very sacred word for his listeners if the one who pronounced the word was a cold man, Dika Rontiwa, a handsome young man with a handsome face can attract the attention of all women, indifferent to the environment even though the atmosphere of the environment he stands in a precarious state, and of course the players of the women who like it.

Fira's mother approached Dika's desk even though she was standing at a distance not so close to the man's seat.

"Who is beautiful?" Ask Fira's mother a little shrill, but still kept her cool tone to keep the image so as not to let out her anger.

As if in a lightning bolt heard the voice of Fira's mother, Dika's daydream just like that and he immediately turned his head to the source of the sound that is the place where Fira's mother stood.

"An-- ah no, anu-, ah yes Fira's beautiful mother! Yes, it's true that Fira's beautiful mother," replied Dika nervously with a hand that moved restlessly and then scratched his paplab that suddenly felt itchy. Why did he think of that stupid girl anyway, and again why until a smile. Ah fix he concluded that he had indeed gone crazy.

Fira's mother scrunched her forehead hearing Dika's statement earlier. His eyes squinted full of intimidation observing a lie that clearly emanated in the eyes of a Dika.

Dika became misbehaved when Fira's mother looked at him full of sharpness. He blinked his eyes to calm the fast-paced heart and to avoid the gaze of Fira's mother.

"Don't look at me in the mom! You fall in love again, if you fall in love with me it hurts, ma'am," teased Dika while growling both eyebrows.

Fira's mother who heard it, suddenly the contents in her stomach churned up to vomit up all the food that had not been produced.

"You are Dika!!" furious at Fira's mother, "Hurry up to do your training!! And one more thing, never smile at yourself again! What exercise did you give me was not as interesting as that window," pointed Fira's mother to the window that Dika was looking at until she smiled.

"Yes ma'am,- Eh wrong, I mean Fira's mother's training is more interesting."

"Mom will wait for your workout in 30 minutes. If it is not finished yet, you are ready to receive punishment from mother. And this punishment applies to everyone" Fira's mother said. Then he got up from there and sat down in the teacher's seat.

At the sight of Fira's mother who had been sitting in a chair while struggling with the screen in front of her is a laptop, it seems the teacher is busy so the supervision is not so strict to his students. This was a golden opportunity for Dika to ask what page of training to do, because the man did not pay much attention when the teacher announced the training page, which was, as a result, it's like this, you don't know what to do.

"Dig!!," call Dika slowly.

"Deigo!" Sizzle Dika because of his call was not in the rubris by his smart-ass friend.

Deigo stopped the activity of filling the problem, and looked at Dika who called him earlier.

Dika ripped off in annoyance because Deigo had dared to look at her lazily. "What page is the exercise?"

"62-65," Deigo answered briefly densely and meaningfully.

Getting an answer from Deigo then makes Dika directly open the page mentioned earlier. He raised his smile though thin, about what he was looking for he found. But the problem that is done is not just one sheet, therefore the man opens the next question sheet. Like wanting to eat at a bribe, Dika was agape at the many things he had to do. How do you react if you have to do a problem as much as 50 with the rest of the time only 30 minutes, and the problem you have to copy back in the exercise book. And that's what's going on with Dika right now.

Swallowing spit, that's what Dika can do at this time when he sees a lot of questions that he has to work on. In view of the clock that is circular on his left wrist, resigned that is one word that in nature, the clock has rotated rapidly showing 9:35 WIB, while he has not written a word in his book.

A long breath sounded from Dika. He glanced at the book and wanted to write about using the ink pen in his hand to the book. But the writing written on the book almost made Dika's eyeballs want to get out of place. Not believing the writing in his book, Dika grabbed the book and brought it to his eyes to prove the writing wrong. Although the book was very close to his eyes and touched the man's lashes, it still did not change a single letter.

ANA PRICILA'S. That's the writing in Dika's book.

A few minutes ahead

"Okay boy! Please collect all the exercise books ahead," general Fira's mother.

When he became confused to hear the cry of Fira's mother, as fast as lightning he did the exercise. Let alone circling the answer, copying the problem he has not finished.

"Well!"

The man looked up his head feeling called. "What's wrong mom?"

"Use it again. Quick where's your exercise book? Everyone's on the sidelines, it's just you who hasn't."

"Awhile ma'am," said Dika while filling in the answers to the questions he had copied carelessly without seeing the problem. Papalah did not send the results of the cowboy shootings and the matter has not been completed, the important thing is to send.

Suddenly the air in the room became hot. Students in the class immediately turned their eyes to another object pretending not to see Fira's mother who was surrounded by a burning fire. In an instant without blinking Fira's mother instantly tore the Dika exercise book into pieces.

"Kok in the tearing of the book ma'am? I'm tired of reading about, and mom feels good just playing tear my book. Buy that book with money! Not using leaves, if for example using leaves, mom is up to tear my book at any time of the day," angry Dika did not accept with the treatment of Fira's mother to her book. Furious to see Fira's mother, Dika stepped on the paper that was strewn firmly and in a swivel turn the soles of her feet until the pieces of paper used to tear it into ludes.

"Since when do you care about your cheap book?"

"Since my mother tore my book."

"Then get out of the classroom and go around the field 10 times, '" Fira's mother's final.

"If it's what mom wants, I'm happy to do it" said Dika annoyed and immediately out of class. Who is not hurt when his efforts are not accepted and even underestimated. He's a bad boy but he still has feelings.

He was not afraid of Zhafira's mother, he would never be afraid even if he were to face the headmaster here. He stepped his feet into the field, then he opened the SMA uniform attached to his body to leave only the singlets he wore to cover his athletic body. He threw the uniform to the side of the court, and then he ran around the basketball court.

Bel israhat was already ringing when Dika was walking towards the field. The students who saw Dika surround the field without a uniform is no longer commonplace for them to gather to watch the idol who ran around the field with sweat that soaked the entire body, and the hard, muscular hand muscles exhibited by the man.

"OMG DIKAAAA DARLINGKUU, Very handsome anyway."

"I'm her sexsy."

"When you keep nanyain nih when you want to come to her house."

"No, that's the muscle in the hand."

"Would I wash it off, not sweat it?"

Yes that's the cry of the students who walk around there and who gather to watch the spectacle of a perfect body live with geratis.

Hos hos hos

Dika has completed his tenth round. He stood in the middle of the field with a situation that cannot be said to be good because of the thirst that hit the guy, he said, the man held his singlet and lifted the singlet to wipe the sweat off his face, but the man's movement stopped when a voice offered him a lap towel and Aqua water.

"If you don't have to wipe with singlet lo, dirty. Just use this towel for your sweat cloth, and also Aqua water to break your throat," said the woman offered.

Dika looked at the person with no expression. Can not be denied he is very amused to the person in front of him this. Basic cheap used goods, already a former kok keep ngintilin.

"Casual dong expression. Don't worry too much, we also love each other" said Lisa who is the most beautiful ex from Dika.

"Gue never love you," said Dika flat. He took the towel and water Aqua from Lisa's hand with a little rough.

Lisa smiled at Dika who took the gift of goods well even in a slightly rude way. Honest in the mind of Lisa's deepest heart she still harbors a taste with the guy.

Dika uprooted Aqua water until the toilet. He didn't care about Lisa being here. The man rolled his eyes around the field to look for the trash cans, but not the trash cans that his eyes found, but the person who managed to make Dika smile slanted.

When he glanced at the bottle of Aqua in his hand, the guy grinned at the bottle, he knew what the bottle in his hand should be. Then Dika threw the bottle towards the person, so that the head of the person who was walking was hit by the bottle that was thrown Dika.

"Auuuu," said the woman, rubbing her head against the bottle.

In the lyrics towards the thing that hit his head earlier. Irritated he stomped his feet to take the bottle, and the woman who was none other than Ana turned her head on the field.

Like losing his mind when he saw the person who was in the middle of the field, of course, the bottle thrower was Dika who was standing haughty with a waist, ruffled, and give a slanted smile along with the eyebrows in the up and down.

Without any more ba-bi-bu, Ana throws the bottle's bailik on an imperfect landing so that the bottle that is thrown hits the other person who is there. Ana smothers her mouth as she sees who the person who hit her throw is. Fira gaes's mother. Not wanting to be killed by him who did this, then Ana immediately went from there so as not to want to get a problem later.

"Who throws this bottle," cried Fira's mother trembling thunderously at the side of the open field.

The schoolgirls who had gathered and heard the rampage from Fira's mother instantly dispersed their ranks from there and rushed away with bulges of each other.

Looking at Fira's mother who was staring at her sharply, Dika raised her hand and pointed at where Ana was. "That's the guy who threw the bottle earlier."

Fira's mother followed Dika's show earlier, but there was no one there except the students who passed by as usual.

"If you want to lie to the teacher with a classy joke dong! I've been caught accusing other people again."

"There's a bu in sa-," Dika did not continue his words earlier, he did see the absence of Ana there.

All have now become porridge, want to avoid it can no longer be pabila already in a precarious state like this. He could not believe that he could be deceived by a small piece of worthless dust. Just be careful later Ana has dared to dare to leave without accountability.

"You babbling what else are you, huh?"

"I want to say that my mother is very beautiful today, and also that I was accidentally," said Dika with a fake smile.

"Mother was beautiful long ago, you are the only one who realized! because you have dared to throw the teacher with a bottle, then you law mother clean the warehouse behind. And quickly you put that shirt on before mom adds punishment. Remember when you're done you go to my room."

"Yes yes ma'am patient," said Dika annoyed and while taking his uniform that he put on the side of the field earlier, then he wore the uniform to his body. The uniform he was wearing was not at all noticed his neatness, the uniform came out, tangled, tie hanging on the neck, the top button was not in pairs. Uhh basic Dika.

Fira's mother shook her head to see Dika who was like that. Really because the guy's head became dizzy had to face Dika who had become a customer to do problems, then Fira's mother left there, and then she left, and just as Dika also went from there to the back shed that smelled of mercy.

"Wait for my revenge Ana."

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