Andi X Sarah's

45. Unaltered

Unaltered

Sweat is pouring out during the day. The entire muscle feels like it wants to break because of an hour of playing futsal on the basketball court. The atmosphere of the match was very boisterous, each team supporter with the spirit of giving his spirit to the player. Plus the hysterical girls see the dry Pram.

One school saw the match. For a long time these two camps have not competed like this. In the past when their relationship was heating up, there was always a sudden match. Starting from playing basketball, playing futsal, playing volleyball, cracker eating competitions, even a betel nut climbing event during seven dozen.

"Ahhhhh ..," said Andi. One large bottle of mineral water was used up by him. Rich kebo again thirsty. His shirt was wet with sweat. His skin was flushed from the heat.

"We should have won, tuh." Nanang brought his face closer to the fan.

"Try lo ga gallery earlier, surely we do not concede, Lo the goalkeeper, should be focused" said Agus to Felix.

Felix took off his shirt. The body is very white, very different from Agus who is thick black.

"Well, what else, great gatel. Can't do it. Btw, the class of lo who you play in our team is quite GG playnya."

"Yes, I'm the only one who plays futsal in class. The others all, want to do mulu duty. Taken a blister doesn't want to."

"Still galer lo?" ask Agus to Felix.

"Still this. Wrong make color maybe. The color is my cake" Felix replied jokingly.

Fifteen minutes of sitting in front of a fan did not make them stop sweating. Nanang class feels very hot. Moreover, the girls here are hot all the more make Amak become hot, especially Agus. This was one of the factors they felt at home lingering in Nanang's class. His girls became the target of their force.

Agus' eyes get an apparition through the window. He walked slowly with his aura that looked sinister. His hair was longer than his shoulders, his eyes were big as if he wanted to pounce on someone. When viewed, the steps are always wide.

"Ndi, you know strange auras, don't you?" ask Agus.

Andi immediately sniffed to smell the presence of the abstract creature. His hand felt everywhere hoping to relax his aura.

"Sarah, is there Sarah?"

Agus's finger pointed at Sarah who was waist-deep in front of the door of Nanang class. Sarah won't come in because they're all undressing.

"Where or not?" Andi seemed to be panicking. Sarah's look there was scary.

"There you will die, if you don't go there even worse. Which one did you choose?" replied Nanang.

Andi smiled at Sarah who was waiting for her in front of the classroom door. The woman also returned her smile. Sarah took Andi to a quieter place. He folded his hands, a sign that there was something he did not like. Meanwhile, Andi was worried that Sarah would lose her mother-rich nyerocos taperwer.

"Why use futsal matches with Pram?" ask Sarah.

"Lo care what the cave is? The cave is nobody."

"It's not what it means."

"Gue was worried that you were doing something. Lo born and processed the same teacher again rich first. You're suffering because of that?" His tone rose slightly at the end of his sentence.

"Udahlah Sarah. The cave doesn't need your attention anymore. If you don't want to nerima cave, yaudah. Enough, don't be so smart about it." Andi stepped past him. He didn't care if he said something like Sarah. The words of that time were even more painful than this one.

Sarah felt guilty for hanging her up like that. This was not the goal from the beginning. The reality that happened was far from what he expected. At first he just wanted the stupid guy to change. He did not want Andi to look like a wayward High School boy, often hit by the law, and a troublemaker.

Sarah had been close to him to change Andi's image in the eyes of many people. In fact, Sarah is willing as a private tutor Andi to support her bad value. Andi had already suffered enough as a result of his behavior. She often cries alone without anyone knowing.

Unfortunately I haven't seen that change from lo ....

Sarah sat on a table covered in physics formulas. It was the legacy of the previous senior who was less prepared in undergoing a repeat or test. His face was gloomy because of the incident. Andi was so devastated because he had mentioned the sentence that made Andi sad.

It reaches the phone and squeezes the icon mobail lejen to play. However, he saw the network listed above the screen.

"Scrambler tissue!" Sarah paused her intention to push rank. Not push rank, even nurunin rank if forced to play.

Reporting is two days away. The taking of the report was not the thing that made him flutter. At least the value must be good because all this time he has prepared himself by studying. If it's a matter of rank, for Sarah it's a later thing. He does not care about getting any ranking, good grades have made him very happy.

Suddenly Tami knocks on Sarah's head.

"Opo meneh?" ask Sarah.

"You are called the same Miss Silaban. Don't know what to do," replied Sarah.

"Tell him, I'm another mager."

Sarah quickly picked up Tami who was stepping. "Eh, you don't know what to say. Yes, I said rich to the teacher. Polos very lo."

"Yes, how do I know. You asked rich."

Sarah's hand patted her eel when she realized how innocent Tami was.

The teacher's room was crowded with teachers who were busy preparing for the division for another two days. As a teacher there are those who are relaxing while copying and talking. He knocks on the door and enters it. It instantly scented the coffee from the guru's round cups.

In the back corner, there was a teacher with classic seventies hair. In front of him was a pile of student reports that he had written. His face was very seriously staring line by line of values that clang to blank values. He stared while squinting, while the loose glasses just kept sliding down from the base of the nose.

"Good morning, Mom." Sarah looked down like a Japanese ojigi.

"Goodmorning. Oh, that's you, Sarah. Can you help me?" ask Miss Silaban. He has an English teacher and is his homeroom teacher.

"What help?" reply Sarah.

Ms. Silaban scratched her hair. His forehead shriveled the sign of trouble.

"It's a bah, it's hard. Many times I want to fill. Can you help, right?" Batak Logat that thick out of the line Bu Silaban.

"Yes, it can be Buk. Masa' ga pulak. Where can I help. This is the small sump," Sarah replied using a disheveled batak accent.

"Here you're reporting your friends. Be careful not to get it wrong. Wrong stuff I'll eat you later." Ms. Silaban put a portion of the student report in front of Sarah. "Oh yeah, good news for all of us."

"Mastin now has the extract?"

Sarah's words made Miss Silaban laugh.

"Pande you're joking now, yeah. Funny .. I'll." Ms. Silaban took a piece of paper from her bag. "You're champion one more. Plus you're general champion two. The only champion of the 12th grade. Understandably, their grades will be raised so that it is easy to enter college."

"Oh, I'm always rich, Mom. No longer surprised me. I'm often champion one, ma'am."

Sarah reached for a paper containing their class rank. He saw one by one the names listed there. At rank one it was clearly written his full name. Every year Sarah gets number one. So, rank one was not something special anymore. It has become commonplace.

Going down he saw new names and names that still survive in the previous rankings. In the second and third rank there were class leaders and class treasurers. They are diligent in learning and very critical in addressing a lesson. He kept looking down.

Stage 6, Ana Ramadhani. Ah ni nyontek child can get rank 6.

Stage 7, the Lelek. This is what I give every exam an answer.

Rank 8, oh ni child is indeed diligent in learning. No wonder the top ten.

Ranked 9, wah Tami could be the top ten huh. Just entered this semester.

Sweat 10 ....

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Oh, my God!!!! How can??? What miracle did you give her???

Sarah looked at Silaban, who was busy writing.

"Mom, is 10 not wrong?" ask Sarah.

"Yes, I'm surprised, yeah. How can that change. It used to be so stubborn."

"Mother must have calculated the value wrong, deh. Try checking again."

"No, really. I checked many times. He is a bit diligent now I see. I've often seen him studying on his own in the perpus. Trus, if you want to unplug, he asks permission first. Masa' revoke permission first. That's called unplug. His bandel is less. The test is high too."

Sarah felt like she was in another world. He did not know what miracle was approaching him. He did not want to fill in the reports of his friends.

However, his smile widened slowly. Something made him happy. All the effort he expected boils down to his true goal. Something he had wanted from a long time ago, since the first time they met. A very sad story if he remembers. Someone who once cried alone because of his behavior. A joke that indicates that not everyone who has a laugh is always happy. There was a deep tuck of sadness in his carefree life. He wants to change that man.

Andi, you've changed.

A flowering smile on the sidelines of her lip line.

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