Aerospace

Season 2 - Chapter 74

Five years passed, and,

Jaghad Raya Semesta, the only child of Angkasa Dirgantara and Camila Wijaya, has turned fifteen years old. And just this one month Je, as soon as he was called, started to set foot in tenth grade . The more here , the more handsome and charming Je looks. His face is not like the faces of Caucasians, because he is not a foreigner. Both of his parents are local. So the local genes also frame Je's handsome face. His skin is exotic, because the young man has a hobby of basketball and also swimming . His nose is a descendant of his papa, his tall body is strapping even beat the papa.

Stepping into adolescence, Dirga really had to extra care for Je so that his son was not falling into promiscuity. Not Dirga and Camila limit Je association. Not at all. It's just that Dirga always monitors every activity that Je does. All Dirga did was for Je's good. Understand, because today is so vulnerable for teenagers. And Dirga does not want Je to fall into the free association of teenagers today.

" Morning, Pa. Morning beautiful mama ila, "Je entered the dining room in a white-gray uniform. The backpack that had been draped on the shoulder, now Je put it on the empty seat next to him. Afterwards Je approached the mother who was pouring warm tea into the cup of the papa. Kissing both cheeks of my beloved mother.

" Why is my mom so beautiful this morning ?" je praised his mother.

Camila just smiled, but Papa Dirga immediately interrupted . " It's not like every day you're always beautiful. "

" Yes it's true. Mama is always beautiful but more beautiful every day. "back words of praise thrown from Je's mouth.

Camila was no longer able to hold back her laughter. Every morning, these two men always praised themselves. And it could make Camila feel very loved by both of them. Camila, the most beautiful woman between her son and her husband.

" Come on, sit down. Eat your breakfast immediately, before it gets cold. "

" Ready, Ma."

Afterwards Je sat in his chair, sipping a warm milo that had been prepared by his mother.

Camila sat down next to Dirga. Also started enjoying breakfast.

" May ... !" call Je.

Camila looked up at her son.

" What's up ?"

" It seems like today I'm going home late."

" Where are you going ?"

" Ordinary, Ma. I want basketball. "

" Are you not tired ? go home straight to basketball school," asked Mila to her son.

Je just shook his head. " Namamya is also a hobby, Ma. So there's no feeling tired. "

" all right. But remember, don't be too late afternoon. Today's mama's day shift. So it's just night time her house. "

" Ready, Mama. "

The three of them enjoyed their breakfast. Je who is so greedy eat fried rice with eggs of his favorite cow eyes. While papa Dirga, due to age, does not dare to eat foods that are high in calories, let alone contain oil such as fried rice. Every morning Dirga prefers breakfast oats plus slices of fruit. Or bread with spread jam. It is accompanied by a warm green tea without sugar. The older, Camila more keep her husband's diet. So that her husband can stay healthy and young.

" Pa, Ma, I'm leaving first." said Je as soon as his breakfast ludes not rested. Taken her backpack and then she put it on her back.

" Be careful with the bike. Don't speed it."

" Ready, Ma."

Je left the dining room. Mila was still staring at the sturdy back of her son.

" Pa, it doesn't feel right, our son is a teenager. Like it wasn't long ago when I gave birth to her" Camila said.

Dirga just laughed at his wife's words. When Mila said Je was a teenager, Dirga immediately remembered his age. It turns out that he is no longer young with increasing age every day.

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The orange sports motorbike entered the gate of a famous school in this city. Just one month Je went to school here. Haven't had many friends yet, but Je doesn't care. The young man was too indifferent to the environment around him. He doesn't care much about the situation.

After parking his motorbike, his detachable helmet wrapped around his head. Next he fluttered his hair with bangs slightly covering his eyes.

Je does not care if what he just did invites admiration of women who accidentally saw him.

After he got off his big motorbike, Je left the parking area. Not paying attention if behind his back some girls are deliberately following him. Je doesn't care about that.

At this school only Kenzo cares about his whereabouts. Kenzo is the son of Papa Ken. Yes, Je did call the sister of his mother Papa Ken.

Kenzo also attended school here and has already entered the twelfth grade. Two-level difference with Je.

Entering the class and immediately sitting on his bench. Je took off his backpack and kept it under the table.

Not long after the class bell rang. All students and students enter their classes. Everything seems calm.

A female teacher enters a class inhabited by Je. The young teacher greeted all of his new students and students. It was only this first time that the female teacher had entered Je's classroom. Because in the span of one month, the activities of new students have not been fully studied. There are still many activities regarding the introduction of new students at school.

Je's eyes were currently fixed on his new teacher. Well-favoured. One word that came to mind Je. Also very young. Je reckon, this teacher may have just graduated from college and is still just a teacher. Her melodious voice was also her meek demeanor, making Je keep an eye on every move of her new teacher.

The first impression of meeting with his new teacher is Je likes and comfortable if taught by Bu Sofia. Yes, Je's new teacher's name is Sofia. Teaching math lessons. That lesson was one of those subjects that Je didn't like all this time.

Je hoped that he would like the lesson the way he likes Bu Sofia.

His strange taste called his teacher who was very young with the name Bu. But how else, for the sake of courtesy of the student to his teacher.

Je's mind was still glaring until the moment he realized, the teacher was shouting his name.

" Jaghad Kingdom of the Universe!"

And Je only realized that his teacher was absending his students. Je raised his hand. And there was relief on Bu Sofia's face, because in her fifth call, the master raised his hand.