AL And EL

Third mess



"Is there anything wrong with loving? "

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"You"

Al's pointed finger was long, the shocked reaction he showed made Ivana and Febri look compact. Still standing even Al intends to step forward, fortunately Ivana pulls Al to a seat. Falling down, the girl sat still with a startled reaction.

"Al, you can get scolded by Pak Jakson you know?"

Ivana's voice was still held back slowly, not changing Al's facial reaction.

"He's the guy Al told this morning" Al replied in a whisper.

After realizing that his voice was too loud.

Al's eyes narrowed, watching the man who gave the paper while standing in the middle of the classroom.

"There's a transfer boy who's gonna be your friend" Mr. Jakson's voice turned soft

"Let's introduce your name"

The man came forward, standing straight without a smile. Exploring the classroom, watching every corner, analyzing the faces of his new friends.

"My name is El Nevaro Semanding, just moved in today. Nothing special and no questions asked"

"Woooo" the noise of the class, applauds El, his classmate.

"Yes his name is El, Al just remembered"

Al patted Ivana on the shoulder, telling her with a happy face.

"What Al, it's his turn to tell you his name, new elo inget" Ivana was upset.



"Please find a seat"

Right next to Arnol, an empty bench was located. El immediately walked over and put down the bag without saying a word. Looking right where the face of Al who was still looking at him was as enthusiastic as before. His eyes sparkled so brightly, averted his eyes, El didn't particularly like to be looked at that way. Especially by a stranger who he does not know whose name.

A helping hand from the side made El turn, Arnol stretched out his left hand.

"Arnol" said Arnol introducing himself.

El's eyebrows are curved, giving the forehead folds, astonishment. Still looking at Arnol's neat appearance.

"Lo left-handed?"

El doesn't like anything given with his left hand. Like getting acquainted with the left hand.

Arnol laughed, though not loudly. He brushed his hair back, revealing Arnol's sweet smile.

"Gue likes to forget that people's acquaintances have to pack their right hands"

Even so El finally received a helping hand of Arnol, from the left hand. There is no next conversation. Only Pak Jakson's voice could be heard scolding Al.

It still continues about Pak Galih's son and the unit of mass in SI.

"You don't know what unit of mass is in SI?"

Al shook his head, still with a bright face wrapped. Showing a beautiful smile, as if nothing happened in the classroom.

"That's a SMP lesson"

Pak Jakson lost his temper, drew closer to Al and gave him a thick pack book

"Try reading, keep mentioning your friend" ordered Pak Jakson as he folded his hands.

Al according to, read every word in Pak Jakson's package book.  A table showing the unit of mass of the principal quantity.

"The SI unit length is Meters"

"You read Massa, you don't need everything"

"The mass of the International Kilogram unit in KG brackets" said Al hard.

Pak Jakson scratched the head of the front plontos. Stepping away with the package book in hand, he sat in the teacher's chair, still staring at Al's bright-looking face.

"Whose name are you?" repeat Mr. Jakson, please,

Again Al did not pay attention, instead dancedm smile while stealing a glance towards El.

"Heh you, the pigtail one"

Ivana nudges Al. Tell him Mr. Jakson asked him to speak.

"I sir"

Al stood up, tidied up his skirt and smiled

"My name is Alristela Lesham Shaenette and I'm called Al"

Mr. Jakson clucked, he did not expect why his disciple's son could be demonized when he was angry. After hearing Al introduce himself, he came to know why this child had no fear. Al often represented the school in the arts, won the national singing competition, became the leader of the national corr, has received several charters in the art of music.

"You're the big boy from this school, right"

Al's face changed when he heard the words of the servant from Pak Jakson. It's delicious, Al who is good at singing and gets many awards in the music world must be nicknamed biduan.

"Al is not a biduan" Al snapped.

"You snapped me?"

Al shook his head, still with a typical upset face of himself "Al just told Jakson"

"But your tone went up just now"

"My singing practice" Kilah Al quickly.

Lazy arguing Mr. Jakson should end class today. He came out while massaging the temples, relieving dizziness. Al was really magical with his behavior, not far from Pak Jakson passed, he shifted the chair, walked closer to El.

"You remember Al?"

He put his hands on El's desk, propped up his chin, pulling a smile until a row of neat teeth were seen. El only glanced at Al at a glance, not intending to answer anything from the girl.

"do you want Al?"

Al's voice rose, making his classmates turn their heads, they were no wonder, Al was indeed a strange person.

Al advanced the face, peeking at the book being peppered with writing by El.

Feeling the girl in front of him start to suck, El clucked.

"Lo can step aside"

The gaze was cold and unsheathed, even El's voice made Arnol stop chewing. Arnol stared at Al's reaction, hoping that the girl was frightened by El's gaze.

"No, until El answered Al's question just now"

Al was not afraid to widen his smile. Seeing this close distance made Al's heart beat.

El had to sigh heavily, looking at the magical behavior of the girl in front of him.

"Gue doesn't want to know about elo, and doesn't want to know about elo" he said

"Why? Al his son is good, if you don't believe ask the same Arnol"

Arnol nodded many times, for some reason he did so. El was not interested, he shifted the chair and left. Without words, without saying anything

Al again had to lose El and did not speak for long with the man. But he was sure there would be a miracle coming to him, later.

"One day El would want to know about Al, just wait"